The New Guy
by Kimberli Nicole McCarthy
"Have you heard about the new guy yet?"
"Dude, there are over one hundred attorneys in this firm, and we just hired another twenty. Which new guy?"
"The tall guy on the third floor. You know...the swishy one."
Oh, that guy. Johnny knew exactly the one he was talking about. Tall, skinny, walked with a bit of a sway in his hips. They usually arrived at work at the same time, and Johnny had bumped into him at the copy machine a few times. They had never been introduced, but there was something about the guy that made Johnny very uncomfortable. It was no secret that the new guy was gay, and that had never been a problem with Johnny, who was known as a very nice and open minded guy, and even had a few gay friends. But for some reason Johnny didn't like to be around him. He somehow made Johnny feel just a little bit strange...and kinda nervous.
"What about him?"
"Well, let's just say that the law isn't his only profession."
"Oh yeah, what else does he do?"
"Come here, check out this website."
Johnny walked around behind the desk and looked at Dave's computer monitor. On the screen was a stunningly beautiful woman, clearly a pageant contestant of some sort. She was wearing an off the shoulder navy blue gown with big light blue flowers on it. Big, beautiful brown hair topped with a glittering tiara. Perfect white teeth framed by soft and wet bright red kissable lips.
"She's hot," Johnny said, feeling a warm stirring in his loins. The stirring came to a dead halt as Dave sat there laughing hysterically.
"Dude, she's a dude!!!"
"Duh, I was just joking! How can you not know I was joking!" Johnny stuttered, shocked to his core.
"You don't recognize this guy?"
"Of course not," said Johnny, just as the pieces came together in his rapidly spinning brain. And then it hit him. The vision of loveliness smiling back to him on the screen was the new guy.
* * *
Alone in his office twenty minutes later, Johnny found the site again. He had to check it out just to be sure that this glamazon was really the new guy. This verification process was soon to become a daily ritual for Johnny. The daily ritual became hourly. He studied picture after picture. (You know, just to be sure it was really the new guy in those pictures.) And so he became very well acquainted with the site—the picture of her with blonde hair in the butterfly dress; pink hair in the white dress; performing as wonder woman; dressed as an incredibly sexy female firefighter—he looked at them all. He became so familiar that he could conjure each picture in his head down to the last detail. This conjuring trick wasn't something he consciously tried to do, it's just something he figured out in the bathroom stall one day, when the picture of her in the denim skirt, smiling a holding a kitten, came vividly alive as he stroked his rock hard cock. Of course he didn't mean to beat off to her. He went to the bathroom with a smiling Ashley Judd looking at him from a Celebrity Skin magazine. But somewhere between whipping his dick out and reaching climax, her smiling face jumped out at him–and goddammit she was better looking than Ashley, there was just no denying it.
And so it never really occurred to Johnny that he had crossed a boundary. That sex and gender lines were being crossed. As he wrote the note that morning, he didn't concern himself with the larger implications, the fact that he was entering a territory that he never came close to approaching in his ridiculously straight life—all he knew was that this chick was achingly beautiful, and he had to give it a shot.
The note was short and sweet:
I'm an attorney in this office. I saw the site and I think you're GORGEOUS. I'd love to get to know you better. Meet me for coffee at 10:37 and we can talk about it.
Johnny didn't elaborate for fear that the note would fall into the wrong hands. Nothing in the note identified him. The exact time would allow her to know who it was, and if anyone else got suspicious, he could chalk it up to coincidence. He made a habit of taking coffee break at around 10:30.
So it was with great disappointment that Johnny returned to his office at 10:50 with a cup of coffee. He got there at 10:25 and lingered until 10:50 just to be sure. No sign of the new guy.
He found himself spending an extraordinary amount of time at the copy machine that week, waiting for a sign. Finally, the moment had arrived. As the new guy approached, Johnny was surprised by the thoughts in his head–the nervousness, the racing of his heart, the fact that for the first time he really paid attention to the way a guy walked...and liked it!!!
His feelings were soon to be replaced by a crushing disappointment as the new guy walked right past, not even so much as looking at him.
* * *
Johnny looked at the clock. 9:38 p.m. on a Friday night, and I'm the only jackass at work. Even the custodians were gone. The firm liked dedicated attorneys, but this was going a bit too far. Then again, Johnny had nothing else to do. So rather than wallow in self pity over the humiliation he'd experienced earlier in the week, Johnny decided to pour his frustration into his work, taking the opportunity to catch up on his huge caseload.
He was reviewing a mind numbingly tedious case regarding the local ordinance zoning procedures of a nearby municipality when he smelled it...an intoxicating fragrance. He couldn't place it, but he knew that whatever brand, the perfume he was smelling must have cost a fortune.
He looked up, and unfortunately his jaw and tongue didn't go with him. They were both laying on the desk.
Standing at the doorway of his office was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Tall and slender, with long, luscious legs standing on elegant black high heels. A tight, charcoal gray business suit hugging her body...her narrow waist, round sensuous hips, delicious breasts and a tight and traffic stoppingly sexy ass. The skirt stopped two inches above her knees, the blouse unbuttoned just enough to give a wonderful glimpse at a creamy expanse of cleavage. Her long blond hair was piled wonderfully on her head, a sexy yet businesslike style. The thing that really grabbed him though, the reason that his dick was rockhard and throbbing, was her gorgeous, work of art face. Shiny red lips smiling just a few inches below the most alluring, inviting, awe inspiring eyes he had ever gazed into. Dumbfounded, he knew that this sexy, sassy attorney before him was HER. The object of his desire. The new guy.
"Excuse me," she purred, "but I don't think we've met yet."
Johnny leapt to his feet and ran (stumbled) around his desk, putting out his hand he introduced himself.
"I'm Johnny," he said, wondering why she wasn't shaking his hand–and why she was staring at his belt.
He looked down and realized it wasn't his belt, but the pup tent below it that she was looking at. He cursed himself for being such a moron and was trying to think of a witty thing to say or someway to recover when his thoughts were interrupted by long slender fingers, tipped with sexy red nails wrapping around his tie. He looked up as the hand pulled him toward her. For a second he looked again into her intoxicating eyes before he closed his own as their lips met.
Soft warm lips, gently kissing. Her hands massaged his hair as his hands reached for her hips, pulling her body to his, feeling each others' heat. The kiss became more passionate as their bodies entangled, her lips slightly part as his tongue explores her. Passion turns to fury as the kiss becomes hard, wet, searching. He hears her soft moaning and moves his lips from hers down to her neck. Covering her long sexy neck with kisses, she throws her head back and whispers his name. Hands searching each other. His find her tight, sweet ass, and massage her lower back. He raises his hand to the back of her head, grabs her hair tightly and brings her mouth again to his. He hears her moans and his cock throbs, she feels it throbbing against her and moans louder.
Both of his hands are on his shoulders now as he thrusts them forward, pushing her back hard against the wall. She looks in his eyes, eyes that tell her that the shove had nothing to do with violence, but was just part of the passion. As she stands with her back flush against the wall, he walks to her. Again, their lips are the first things that meet. She lifts her hands to caress his face and he grabs her by the wrists, thrusting her arms up over her head and against the wall. She can feel his strength, she knows she's powerless but protected at the same timel.
He kisses her furiously on the lips, neck, shoulders and chest. She can offer no defense, her arms pinned up against the wall. He kisses her ear, and she feels the heat of his breath, smells its sweetness. He whispers to her. Tells her how hot she's making him, what he wants to do to her. Her response to each is a soft, hot "yes". She can feel his hands on her wrists, his lips on hers, their hips against each other. But one sensation overrules them all, one sensation that she's focused on—his hard, throbbing cock pressing against her. She can't take it anymore.
Twisting her wrists she breaks loose of his grasp. She throws him backward, and surprised, he loses his balance. He stumbles backward, finding a chair, awkwardly landing on it in a seated position. She moves to him, towering above. "You like what you see?" She asks.
"Oh god yes!" he whispers.
"What do you want?"
"You," he breathes.
He's staring into her eyes, so lost in them that he hasn't noticed that she went from standing over him to kneeling before him. He gazes into them, not seeing the long fingernails furiously unbuckling his belt. The slender fingers tearing down his boxer briefs. He feels, but does not see, the warmth as her hand wraps around his cock. Her eyes continue to dazzle as she leans forward, her shiny red lips delicately kissing the head of his cock. Her other hand quickly moves to her head. She removes a clip, allowing her hair to cascade from the top of her head to her shoulders, coming to rest on his bare hips. With her finger she tucks her hair back behind her ears. He stares in her eyes, but he can sense the smile on her lips as they lower, taking his cock in. She works the shaft up and down with her soft and delicate hand and her warm, wet mouth. She works it slowly, teasingly. Her lips close around him, he feels their wonder. Slowly she quickens the pace. moaning ever so slightly as her head bobs up and down. His hand has found the back of her head and guides her as he continues to look at her in awe, eyes never losing contact. She feels his hardness, taking him in. She hears his moans, knowing how much he's loving this, she smiles. She feels slight spasms, she know he's reaching climax. She longs to feel his hot, salty spurts.
She feels his hands on his shoulders, lifting her up. Her lips move from his cock to his mouth. Passionately they kiss. She feels his arms, his hands searching her, controlling her. She barely registers that he has moved her up from the kneeling position to another position entirely. She can't remember how she ended up on his desk, on her back, his suit jacket bunched up and tucked below her lower back, raising her sweet tight ass to just the right height.
She sees his eyes now, blue oceans that belong to her. He's standing over her. His tie is still on, but loosened considerably. His suit shirt still on, its tail hiding his monster rod, which has sprung free. His pants and box briefs at his ankles. He bends over her, his hands in her hair as he kisses her deeply. She feels his tongue probe her mouth and his head gently explore her hole. As the kiss becomes deeper, his cock penetrates deeper. Soon their hips are moving as one, his cock buried deep inside, moving in and out. Rhythmically in and out, driving her wild. All the time they are face to face. He's looking into her eyes, kissing her passionately as his cock invades her.
She feels his excitement, she sees the look of ecstasy on his face as he explodes, filling her with his manhood. His explosion is met by her explosion, and he can feel the white hot liquid pour out onto his abdomen. It's the first time the juice on him is not his own. Strangely it feels nice. It doesn't upset him because he knows it's a product of their lovemaking. He knows it's proof that it meant as much to her as it did to him.
Exhausted, he collapses onto her. Completely spent, they look into each others eyes. He tells her she's gorgeous. They somehow find the energy to start kissing again.....
* * *
Johnny woke up with a start. Naked, exhausted.
"Oh shit," he cried, "it was just a dream."
He looked around his lonely bedroom, met with nothing but silence.
The silence was broken by a sweet sound from the door. His suit shirt worn so sexily over her naked body, covering her breasts and ass. "What was just a dream, honey?"
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