Damn That Brad
he started working here, he had been nothing but arrogant, cocky and
condescending. He looked harmless enough the first day he walked in
here but the minute we began working together, I knew it was going to
be a doomed relationship. Why did my bosses place his desk right next
to mine? Probably because they didn't want him next to theirs. The office
we worked in was actually a loft studio, a big open space filled with
groupings of desks and other office equipment. No walls to shut us off
from one another. Which was unfortunate when there was such a man like
Brad in the room.
couldn't stand him. This week, we had a meeting discussing our methodology
of production for we all collaborate on the same projects, and synchronism
is essential in our work methods. I specialized in website production,
meaning I take the graphics, cut the them and insert them into html
pages. Brad's job was to organize the structure and hierarchy of information
for websites, so I had to follow his lead, organizing my html pages
to reflect the structures he created. Which makes it all the more aggravating,
since he was so particular and anal about it. Everything had to be organically
structured according to him but the maddening part was that he couldn't
be bothered to explain it properly, it was as if he expected us to read
his mind and if we couldn't, well, it was because we were just naturally
inferior, not blessed with his brilliant genes.
we were having a company get-together at Ella's, a neighbourhood drinking
hole. My bosses thought it would be a good idea every so once in a while
to get out and drink together to foster closer relationships and to
reward us, their employees, for being the hard workers that we were.
I didn't know if it was actually working but hey, free drinks were free
drinks. The downside was that Brad was going to be there too. I divested
much of my time and energy to ignoring him as much as possible at work,
to avoid interacting with him directly in any way. Granted, he's nice
to look at, even though he was blond, pale and blue-eyed whereas I preferred
tall dark men. But that was just about the only decent thing I could
say about him.
was quickly sneaking up on five p.m., the end of the office day. We
were carpooling over to Ella's. Brad was tagging along with me and Simon,
the head graphic designer. Damn. I avoided eye contact with him when
I offered a ride to the staff this morning over the coffee machine but
he said he would accept my offer. Great, I will have to listen to his
obnoxious banter in the car on the way to the bar. I glared at the clock,
for it seemed to belligerently hurry to the end of the day as if to
deliberately piss me off. Ordinarily, I was quite happy to see the workdays
speed by but not today, not when it meant that I would have to actually
socialize with this teutonic asshole.
hour hand just arrived on the number five. Sullenly, I put away my work
materials and cleaned up my desk. Turned off the Mac and grabbed my
ready?" asked Brad.
Brad wasn't ready to leave yet. Simon and I sat on the couch that was
by his desk and waited for him to finish, he patiently and I, not so
much. I glared at Brad, mentally willing him to hurry up and meanwhile,
resenting him for making us march to his tune. How did he do it? How
was it that he could be so oblivious to the fact that the world actually
does not revolve around him? As I mulled over this, I could feel my
nostrils flaring and billowing invisible smoke. Brad looked up finally
and saw us sitting there. "Well, are you ready yet?" he asked,
getting a pissy look from me as I got up from the couch and began walking
out of the office. I don't care if he's ready to go or not, I'm leaving
and that's all there is to it. Simon looked around uncertainly, not
sure if he should follow me or wait for Brad. They are best friends
and tend to stick together like Jekyll and Hyde. They followed me finally,
meeting me in the parking lot where my car was. Simon and Brad haggled
over who was going to get the front seat until I impatiently started
up the car. They scrabbled to get in any which way when they realized
that indeed I was not going to abide their squabbling.
in the same neighbhourhood as the bar and knew the fastest way to get
there, bypassing the usual traffic jam. But Brad could not resist directing
me on where to go for he wanted to get there as quickly as possible.
Which I found insulting considering that I drive home to this neighbourhood
every day and by now, knew the fastest way for I am not the most patient
driver. But when he, sitting in the back seat, saw my face in the rear
view mirror, he quieted down and within a matter of minutes we had arrived.
I couldn't resist giving him a smug look as I switched off the car ignition.
were already there, and gone ahead with the ordering of beer pitchers.
As soon as I sat down, I gratefully poured myself a glass, still seething
from having to be in the same car as Brad. He sat down next to me, leaned
back on his wooden chair, spread his legs out on the floor and lit up
a cigarette. "Would you like one?" he asked, proferring a
cigarette that was poking out of his pack of smokes. Since I had just
ran out of mine, I grudgingly accepted. He pulled out his lighter and
uncharacteristically lit my smoke as if he were Cary Grant. Hmph.
my beer and as I reached for the pitcher, which was across the table,
Brad leaned over and got it for me. He filled my glass and gave me a
small smile. For all the resentment I harboured towards him, I still
couldn't deny his manners so I gave a perfunctory smile back by way
of thanks. Now that I had some beer and a cigarette, I allowed myself
to relax, also leaning back in my chair, not really paying attention
to the dialogue at the table. I was content to look around the bar and
people-watch. Study how people interact, how the women pose, how the
men preen. How the waiters harry to and fro, trying hard to keep up
with the demands of the thirsty clientele.
a tap on my arm, it was Brad. "How are you doing?" Why are
you talking to me? I thought to myself, as I turned to look at him.
I just wanted to chill out and enjoy myself. The last thing I was interested
in doing was paying attention to him.
all right, I'm all right," I replied curtly, hoping to discourage
him from speaking to me further but to no avail for he kept on talking.
"Thank god it's Friday, eh?" he said and I nodded briefly,
still clinging to the hope that he will turn to someone else and bother
them instead. But I could feel his eyes on me even though I was avoiding
eye contact with him. "You don't seem to like me much," he
observed. Gee, no kidding. I reluctantly turned to look at him and said
"I have a hard time abiding you."
went up in surprise, perhaps at my bluntness, or my honesty or both.
the can of worms, for I kept on talking, telling him that I found him
to be quite frankly obnoxious and that his sense of intellectual superiority
was misplaced and uncalled for. He stared at me slackjawed while I ranted
on and when I finally finished, he laughed and asked if I would like
caught me off-guard. For one thing, I didn't expect him to take my ranting
with such humour and unflappability. I had to give him kudos for that
as much as I really didn't want to. He was starting to strike me as
being more human, more appealing, and irritatingly enough, more attractive.
around to strike up a conversation with someone else for by now, friends
of ours had joined the table and it was starting to become quite a beehive
of tipsy conversations. As the night wore on, I drank more beer, all
of which Brad poured, smoked more cigarettes, all of which Brad offered.
By the time the end of the evening came around, I wasn't feeling such
animosity towards him anymore and even laughed at some of his stories,
for he did tell them well with enviable wit and an excellent grasp of
long, it was closing time and it was time to go. Everyone was slowly
getting ready to leave, prolonging their farewells and making promises
to get together on the weekend for predictably more drinking. I did
the same and wandered out of the bar. Brad was leaving at the same time.
not going to drive home, are you?" he asked.
nah," I replied, "I live pretty close by, just gonna walk
if I walk with you?"
towards my place, mostly in silence when at one point, he abruptly stopped
and pointed out his apartment which was quite close to mine, only two
wow, we're neighbours," I sarcastically commented to which he wryly
grinned. We paused there on the sidewalk while he pulled out his smokes.
He lit up a cigarette and gave it to me. As I took it from his hand,
I noticed how warm his fingers were. I looked up at him and he was unwaveringly
staring at me, or more my lips really. I am not vain at all, but I know
I do have nice full lips for I've been told that many times. I also
know that being the tall lean brunette I am, that many men find me attractive
but I never thought he would for he certainly had never given that indication
before. I stared back at him and could feel the flush of heat rising
up in my neck, a sure sign of pure attraction. I wondered if he could
see it, my skin turning pink from the heat. He must have for he imperceptibly
moved in a little closer to me, close enough for me to feel the heat
radiating from his body. I could also smell his cologne, which was tinged
with a delicious musk.
couldn't help it. I leaned over to smell his neck. He didn't move at
all, not even in surprise. He actually seemed to have predicted I would.
Ah, there was the Brad I knew, that cockiness. In a way, it was reassuring
to see him being familiar for it was actually starting to be disorienting
to see him behave almost unrecognisably tonight.
night wind blew gently, causing me to shiver. He put his arm almost
paternally around me, lending me the warmth of his skin. Our bodies
were now pressed together, close enough for me to feel his arousal pressing
against my lower tummy. Close enough for me to feel my own swelling
up in reaction. I gave into the sensations of our mutual chemistry and
began to kiss his neck, and move upwards to his ear that I nibbled gently
and over to his mouth that I tasted with my own. I could feel his arms
wrapping more tightly around me, as if he were trying to pull me right
into himself. And I did the same with him. It was funny, he didn't seem
so muscular, but he certainly felt so. I could feel the muscles in his
back ripple as he embraced me, and it weakened my knees, I had to roll
my eyes at myself, for being so clichéd but I didn't care. My
neck was getting hotter and hotter the more we kissed for damnit, he
while, we broke apart, to take a breath and to take in the realization
that we were actually making out, us two. I was especially surprised
for it was only hours ago that I was full out filled with disdain and
dislike for him.
my hand and walked me up the front steps to his place. He opened the
door and pulled me in. We began to make out like animals in the front
hall, he grinded his hips against mine as we frantically kissed. We
had no control whatsoever, we had submitted purely and entirely to our
desires. We took off each other's shirts, unbuckled each other's jeans,
let our hands roam where they wished, our tongues following. I was in
awe of Brad's body, the way it felt, the way it smelled, so delicious
and erotic and even dizzying. All I wanted to do was inhale him. Absorb
him, fill up my clitoris with his sexuality until I explode, releasing
all the pent-up tension of having had worked with him in uncomfortable
proximity for several months.
clumsily over to his bed for our limbs were still entwined as if we
daren't let each other, as if it was impossible to disentangle ourselves
from each other. He pushed me down on the bed so my face was pressed
against the mattress. He pushed apart my legs and laid down between
them so that he was lying down on top of me, his legs between mine.
I could feel his cock, hard and thick, resting in between my buttocks
while he kissed the back of my neck. I tried to roll over but he wouldn't
let me. He began to move downwards, following the line of my spine until
his warm and wet tongue was at the top of the crack in my ass.
the hell? It hit me hard at that moment, the awareness that here I was,
lying in the bed that belong to the bane of my existence, with no clothes
on. Naked in front of Brad whose tongue was on the verge of trespassing
into my very personal and private places.
of it overwhelmed me in very strange manifestations. I was turned on
by the fact that this asshole was manhandling me, was taking control
of me and submitting me to his control. It was so profane that it was
making me even more aroused.
his tongue out and followed the line back upwards until he found the
other hole. No, he wouldn't, would he?
felt him pull out. I groaned with some disappointment for I didn't want
it to end but within seconds, I felt something bigger and harder and
stiffer push against my asshole. Oh! Brad's cock! I braced myself, knowing
it would initially hurt. I relaxed my anal muscles as much as I could
as I pushed my hips backwards, slowly and gently. Brad let me take control
at this point, he patiently waited while I eased myself over his cock.
Once he was fully inside me, the thickness of his cock rubbing against
the walls of my anus, rapture once again emerged, compelling me to move
back and forth with quicker rhythm until I could hear him moan. He held
onto my buttocks, rubbing them as I fucked his cock with my asshole.
time we were fucking, the same thought circulated through my head "I
can't believe I am having anal sex with Brad." The shock value
of this only added to the incredible delight of having a hard-on in
my ass. I have never really enjoyed vaginal sex, always wanting the
guy to hurry up and get it over with within ten minutes. But anal sex?
I could go on all night.
For a long
while, we fucked in near silence, letting out gluttonous sounds of exquisite
satisfaction, the shaft of his cock rubbed me like I was a genie in
a bottle, I was raised to higher and higher levels until indeed the
genie came out in form of vaginal and anal orgasms, so strong that they
pushed out Brad's cock. When I came back down to reality, I collapsed
on the mattress and Brad fell down next to me, his blond head, closely
cropped, resting on my shoulder. We laid this way for a while, catching
and chuckled quietly, staring up at the ceiling, watching the lights
from the streets flicker upon it.
his hand on my leg, stroking it gently, letting his fingers trail slowly
from near my knee upwards to my sopping wet cunt. He found my clitoris,
still swollen from the orgasm and began to circle it slowly with his
fingers, before he moved them downwards to the opening of my vagina,
letting his fingers go in and out, covering them with my wetness. Brad
rolled over onto his side and gazed at me while his fingers continued
to play. He was watching my reaction, letting it be his guide, each
time I sharply inhale or slowly sigh, he knew he found the right spot,
the right stroke and kept going.
began to slide down on the mattress, kissing me on the way, from my
shoulder, around the curves of my breasts and then down towards my clit
waited in anticipation. I closed my eyes and opened my legs to let him
in. He kept moving down the mattress until he was kneeling on the floor
at the bottom of the bed, his head directly between my legs. I propped
myself up on my elbows to get a better look of his face, of his tongue
licking my clit and fucking me. Brad looked at me the whole time his
tongue fucked me, which was so scintillating and almost an invasion
of my personal space which made no sense for we had gone as far as we
could to invade each other's personal space.
not quite. Brad's space didn't quite get invaded just yet.
this, a wicked grin spread across my face, and Brad noticed. He wrinkled
his eyebrows questioning, wondering why I was smiling that way.
up off the floor and laid back down besides me.
I rolled him over until his back was facing me. I began to nibble the
back of his neck while my fingers gently tugged on his nipples. I pressed
my body against his back, letting him feel my breasts. I stroked his
back, I stroked along his hips and gave him a gentle spank. Brad smiled
languorously and unsuspectingly. This time it was I who slid down on
the mattress, for I had something in mind.
I let my
tongue follow the contours of his muscled back, and kept moving down.
I let my tongue reside in that little dip at the top of his fabulously
rotund butt and waited to see how he would like it. He seemed to like
it indeed for his butt moved a little closer to my face.
I was getting
very excited at this point because I knew that I was taking him on the
ride of his life. This time, I was going to tongue-fuck him.
down even more, and found the opening of his anus with my tongue, which
I let flicker teasingly, pretending that I was on my way to his testicles.
I would move away and then come back a little more insistently. I licked
my index finger and lightly pressed it against his anus. Brad kept very
still, perhaps he was wondering what I was actually going to do.
was going to find out soon enough.
I let my tongue and index finger take turns tickling his anus, while my other hand reached in between his legs to reach for his cock which was as hard as hard can get. I rolled him over onto his back and began to suck him off for a while, but I only let the head of his cock push in between my lips that he had been staring so hard at on the sidewalk. Meanwhile, my index finger would match the rhythm of my mouth. Each time his cock went into my mouth, my finger would push a little further into his anus. I made sure to dribble a little of my saliva onto his asshole so my finger could slide in easily.
up at me to see what was going on.
your hands on the back of your knees, " I said.
mouth fell open and his eyes widened. When he saw I wasn't joking, he
did what I told him to do. He put his hands on the back of his knees
and pulled them close to his chest. Now I had full access to his balls
and ass. I licked straight from his assole all the way up to the tip
of his cock like it was a melting Popsicle on a hot summer day. I could
hear Brad whimper. I buried my face into his reddish blond pubic hairs,
inhaling his raw sexual scent before I moved back towards his anus.
I looked at Brad, sticking out my tongue. I demonstrated to him exactly
what I intended to do by flicking my tongue slowly and he rolled his
eyes back in building anticipation.
my finger again and inserted it very slowly into his anus. Just the
tip of it, then I pulled it out and replaced it with the tip of my tongue.
I went back and forth like this for a while, until his asshole was stretched
enough to let me put my tongue all the way in. That is when I began
to seriously fuck him in the ass. I pushed in and out with my tongue
as far as it could go, as quickly as I could while Brad helped by rocking
his hips. He was moaning louder and louder until he began to yell out
"Oh my fucking Go-o-o-o-o-o-o-d!" It was obvious he was going
to come at any point so I pulled out my tongue, replaced it with my
finger and moved upwards to inhale his cock deep into my throat. I tightened
my lips around his cock to massage it as I sucked him off, making sure
my finger that was buried into his anus was matching the intensity and
pattern of the blowjob.
so turned on that he was almost crying, he was saying that it felt so
good, in fact too good that he didn't think he would be able to come.
you can," I reassured him before I sucked his cock back into my
feel his cock beginning to ripple and there it was, the burning salty
taste of his cum spurting into my mouth, the muscles of his anus reverberating
against my invasive finger. When he was done, I pulled out my finger
gently and gave a little lick to the head of his dick before I pulled
myself up to lie down beside him.
one had ever done that to me before," he gasped, trying to catch
and got up to get dressed. He didn't ask me to stay nor did I want him
to. I bent over to grab my panties and jeans, as I did so, he rather
naughtily darted his tongue into my cunt for I was bending over in front
of him as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Do that again,"
I said and he did. He kept going while I rubbed my clit until I came.
I was so turned on from fucking him in the ass with my tongue that I
was already on the verge of coming.
up a cigarette after I finished getting dressed and offered me a drag.
I sat down next to him on the edge of his bed and shared the smoke.
We didn't say anything at all.
out the smoke and I walked out the door.
Monday, he was at work before I was. I walked past his desk to get to
mine. I didn't look at him and he didn't look at me.
as if nothing had happened. And it stayed that way.
Until Christmas eve, that is.
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