Babygirl and the Mean Boss (11 page)

             
“Nicole, you’re not wearing your
sling
.
”

             
Her arm was held close to her body
.  “Yeah…I
’ve been able to move it more without
it
.
”

             
He nodded
.
  She really didn’t need him to go into over-protective mode right now.

Eventually, after some idle chatter and the enjoyment of a good meal,
the sexual tension
faded
and
the events that happened upstairs were placed on the back burner.
 
Marty grabbed his keys.

             
“Look, I’m going to head to the restaurant for a couple hours.  I need to deposit some
money and check on everything.”  He did need to do those things but he also wanted to clear his head.
He sighed.  “
I’m not going to treat you like a baby—but don’t do anything too strenuous like self surgery, acrobats-”

             
“Bye, Marty.”  She scowled.

             
“Nicole.  Call me at
the restaurant or on my cell,” He q
uickly jotted the number on a pad by the telephone.  “
…
if anything happens.

             
“Yes, Dad.”  She mocked.

             
He gave her a stern look.  “And no parties young lady!”  Then he slammed out the door. 
Once outside Marty took in a deep breath. 
He couldn’t help but to shake his head
at how much he enjoyed her company.

             
Nicole was chuckling to herself
.  God, why was that man single?  He was incredible looking. 
She allowed herself the pleasure of
re
living
the feel of
Marty’s
hands on her breast and the life returned to
her
core
.  It had been years since she had been touched like that.
 
With a
guilty
sigh she pushed the thoughts away and went to the kitchen to do the dishes.  It took three times as long as it should have but eventually she got them washed dried and put away.

             
She straightened the living
room, put away the movies and turned on the telev
i
sion getting comfortable on the couch again.  Before long she was asleep.

             
She felt something fuzzy against her face and opened her eyes alarmed. 
In her
experience
, something fuzzy touching you meant a rat had just scampered across your bed; whether that bed was a mattress or a pallet on the floor. 
Marty
was covering her with an afghan and she relaxed.

             
“
I didn’t mean to wake you.  You’re a light sleeper.” 

             
She stretched and yawned.
 
“What time is it?” 

             
He sat down next to her.
 
“Almost two.”

“In the morning?!”

  “Yes.”

“Marty! 
You’ve been up all day!
”

“
I don’t sleep much
.
”  He explained with a nonchalant shrug.
 
He seemed more concerned with her.  “
Are you going to sleep on this couch all night?  You can if you want.”

             
“No. 
I’m going to go up
.  How was everything at the restaurant?”
  She sat up and covered her mouth as she yawned
again
.

             
“Well…I had to make some changes.  Kendall’s doing your station.  Fred’s been doing mine.  I’m going to go in tomorrow to help get her trained.  When you wake up I won’t be here.  But I brought some food home from the restaurant so all you’ll have to do is nuke it.  I’m going to call you tomorrow so be sure to answer the phone when it rings
, ok?
”

             
“Okay.”  She stood up and
rubbed her stiff arm.  At least it was no longer sore.
  “Are you coming up?”

             
He p
ur
ced his lips and she realized how suggestive that s
ounded.  “No.  I need to unwind
.  I’m going to watch
TV
for a bit.”  Nicole went upstairs under his watchful eye.

             
“Goodnight.”  She called.

             
“Talk to you tomorrow.”

             
She
went to the restroom and then changed into an old t-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts.  S
he didn’t hear the hum of the TV
so she figured he must be unwinding in the weight room or behind his computer.  She climbed into bed
marveling
that his spare bed was a million times more comfortable then her real bed.  Hers was just a lumpy pull out job that she got from a second hand store. 

             
She sighed, feeling completely comfortable and at home. 
Her mind began to drift and to replay all the new things that she’d learned about her boss.  Then,
she remembered
the way his hands had looked holding her breasts.  His skin was tanned and reddened from work, but still pale against the brown of her breasts.

             
Nicole pressed her thighs together, feeling her
self flame back to life.  She didn’t  masturbate
often
because she found nothing to desire…but now, she imagined his lips closing over her nipples and her hand came up to stroke the hardened peaks.  She sighed as her hips began to roll
.  She started to chuckle softly.  This was all so strange.  She was actually masturbating in Marty’s bed, but the thought was so sexy! 

             
Nicole’s fingers slid between the heated folds of her lower lips and she was amazed to feel that she was
already
slick with her desire. 
She bit back a shuddered moan as her fingers began to work faster, her mind envisioning Marty doing things to her body that no man had done in years.  Her voluntary celibacy seemed ridiculous when just touching herself brought so much pleasure.  When she came, she muffled her cries into the pillow and spent a full minute trembling afterward.  God what was that man doing to her?

             
Marty watched the ceiling of his bedroom. 
He hadn’t been interested in watching tv and too tired to concentrate on book keeping, so had just come up to bed while
Nicole
was still in the bathroom. 

             
Now h
is covers were pooled at his feet
, his fist was gripping his swollen dick
and he was mentally counting the number of soft sighs that
were coming f
r
om
Nicole’s bedroom.  He thought about lifting weights or taking a cold shower.  But if he moved to get up then she’d know that he could hear everything she did…because she would hear him.

             
Damned vents that not only allowed for perfect eavesdropping, but amplification.  His dick was too hard to ignore and he stroked himself in time to her breathing, imagining that he was pushing inside of her causing those sighs.  Suddenly her sighs had changed into a low shuddering moan and Marty knew that she was cumming and
he bit
his lip hard enough to taste blood
as
he quickened his strokes.  It took everything in him not to cause the bed springs to squeak as he pumped rapidly into his closed fist.  One low grunt was all that marked his orgasm, that and a fistful of creamy white cum.

             
He quietly pulled off his t-shirt and cleaned up.  This is not good, this is not good, this is not good, he kept chanting in his mind.  How am I going to do this?

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Just as he said, Marty wasn’t home when she woke up.  The house felt empty without him.  She went through the refrigerator and found a cornucopia!  She nuked herself a ham, egg and cheese croissant and had a glass of o.j.
and
then went into the den to catch up on school work. 

             
It was very hard to concentrate. 
Not only was she behind on her work, she also was having a hard time remembering the things that she had just been taught
in school
.  Trying to remember
only caused her to develop a headache so she cut off the computer and left the room. 
Call it forgetful or the accident but she realized that she was late on her medication. 
The instructions on the medicine bottle indicated that if a dose was missed to skip it and take
it at the next regular interval so she did just that.

             
Nicole tried to watch
TV
but
after about an hour,
her head
was
pound
ing
so bad
that
she couldn’t stand the sound of it and the sun coming through the windows made it that much worse.
 
She went upstairs to the bathroom for
aspirin
found
it
.  Perfect.  She took four. 

             
She
splashed her face with cold water, hoping that it would make her feel less
nauseous
, but when that didn’t work she
went back downstairs to nuke herself some hot tea
.  She was deciding between raspberry
pomegranate and regular L
ipton
’
s when the phone began to ring.  She hurried to the living
room to answer it, f
eeling a bit disoriented.

             
“Hello.”  She said breathlessly.

             
“Hey…” Marty said.  “What are you doing, running a marathon?”

             
“No.”  She sighed.  “Nuking some hot tea.”

             
“Why didn’t you answer the phone?”

             
She scratched her head confused.  “What?  I did
-
”

             
“No. 
I didn’t get an answer so I called back.  I gave you about a minute, maybe two.  How are you feeling
?
”

             
She was rubbing her head.  “Um…headache.”

             
Marty didn’t say anything.

             
“Marty?”

             
“I’m o
n my way home.”  He hung up.  She looked at the receiver
for a few moments before hanging it up and heading back
to the kitchen
to finish
making her tea. 
Why was he coming home?  Was he going to do that every
time she complained about a freaking headache?  She would have to convince him that
she
wasn’t a delicate china doll.  Nicole stared at the lukewarm water
in her mug.  It had just been steaming
hot, no
w
it was lukewar
m.  What the…?

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