(Jenny)
Leslie, Alice, and I are out looking at wedding dresses again. Its already been nearly six months since Alice and Andy were married, and the date Skylar and I set is quickly approaching. Each time I fit myself into a dress, my heart speeds up at the sight of me wearing it. I picture myself from years ago, still being a guy, imagining what it would be like to have a wife. Instead, I'm preparing to be a wife myself, about to be married to a man I love deeply.
It takes me weeks to settle on a dress, which I get my mom's approval on before I finalize. My mom is ecstatic over the wedding, seemingly even more excited than I am. My dad is in full support of me too, which makes me feel relieved and happy because I know how fathers can be with their kids. Leslie makes sure the house is clear before we bring the dress in, and we store it in her room for now. Part of her room looks like a professional movie studio with lighting, cameras, and backdrop. My mind fills with thoughts of being in front of them, streaming and recording me for whoever wants to see.
"That'll keep it safe until your big day," Leslie says with a smile.
"Thanks," I say, but my attention is still distracted by the cameras.
I hear my cell ringing, which brings me back to reality, and I go to answer it. My district manager is calling everyone together for a meeting this evening, so I let Skylar know I won't be able to cook dinner. I shower and dress in a blouse, skirt, stockings, and heels, then drive to the meeting. All department specialists are here, seven of us in total, and Mike, the district manager, which makes eight. Five of us are women, which always makes me conscious of the fact that Mike has probably had sex with all of us. None of them have brought it up before, and I don't plan to either.
"I know this is a late meeting, but unfortunate circumstances call for it," Mike starts. "I will be resigning from my position and moving out of state, effective immediately. Before you ask, I have a very sick relative I will be caring for, and I don't wish to go into detail." He looks at the group. "Any questions?"
"First, I want to wish you well, but yes, one question," one of the guys says. "Any idea who will be replacing your position?"
"Yes, that is one reason I called the meeting," Mike answers. "The VP has picked my replacement," he says, then looks toward Shane, the other guy. Shane is tall, probably a few years younger than Mike, but in good shape.
We all take turns giving him congratulations, though I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels cheated. Out of two men and five women, it feels like a slap in the face that one of the men get promoted. We begin to exit once all information has been given. As I'm about to step through the door, Mike calls me back.
"Jen, I don't usually share my personal feelings about the company's decision, but since I'm leaving, it doesn't matter," he says, leaning on his desk. "I wanted you to get the promotion, but the VP picked Shane." I don't know how to feel about it.
"Thank you for considering me," I say. "And, I'm sorry to hear about your family."
"You've also been kind and respectful to me," he says with a small laugh. "No matter how perverted or disrespectful I might have been, you always remain professional."
"Except for when you first offered a promotion in exchange for sex, I've never had an issue with you," I say.
"What about when I took advantage of you while you were drunk?" He asks.
"I wasn't that drunk," I say. "I knew what I was doing, and I chose to have sex with you."
"Fond memories," he smiles. "I hope you have a happy marriage, Jen."
He hugs me, and I hug him back, tighter than I usually would. His arms embrace my body fully, keeping me in place, his hand sliding down until it's right on my butt. His other hand moves down as well, releasing his grip on me, but I don't move. He squeezes my ass with both hands, which takes me back to our one-night-stand. I remember how he bent me over my own couch and fucked me like a slut he picked up from the street. If was I wasn't engaged, I would likely allow it to happen again, but Skylar has helped me gain some self-control. I reach back and gently stop him until his hands pull away from me.
(Skylar)
I see Jenny pull up in the driveway from where I've been sitting all evening, dreading the conversation I have to have with her. When she walks up to the door, I open it for her, then greet her with a kiss. Her smile makes me smile, too, giving me a moment of comfort before I have to give the news. I ask her to sit with me, and her changed expression tells me she knows something is wrong.
"I don't know how to say this, so I'm just gonna be blunt," I say. "I've been assigned to a special, deep cover assignment, and I'm probably going to be away for over a month." I pause and wait for her reaction.
"A month?" She says, frowning. "I guess you can't tell me what the assignment is either."
"I can't, but it's serious business," I say.
"I understand," she says. "Please be safe; I want you to come home to me," she adds, then notices my clothes. "You're leaving tonight, aren't you?"
"Yes," I say.
She moves from her chair into my lap, placing her legs around me, her soft body sitting on mine. Her hands push under my shirt with cold fingers, then slide up my chest. I look at her face, seeing the slightly sad expression she has. Her eyes dark with makeup, accenting her beauty, though she doesn't need it. Her hair smells like fruit, and I pull the tie from it so it falls down to its full length. I put my arms around her, drawing her into me firmly, holding her body against mine. I feel her relax, her shoulders become less tense, and she rests her head on my shoulder.
After a few minutes, she moves again, and I feel her lips touch my neck. The tip of her tongue is warm, soft, and wet, and it makes my cock jump. Her hands move down my chest, then pull my shirt up until I assist her in taking it off. I move my hands down her back and over her butt; she flinches some.
"Are you okay?" I ask, worried I caused her pain.
"I'm fine," she answers. "My manager, Mike, announced he's leaving today, and before we left, he decided to get a last feel in."
"A last feel?" I ask.
"We hugged, then he grabbed my ass," she says.
