The Job Interview (R)

I met Stephanie Higgins during my Freshman year at Green College. She was dating a guy I was friends with (Jeff Newton) and she eventually fixed me up with one of her girlfriends (Jill Morrison) so we all hung out together and enjoyed the college experience.

Jill was a nice girl but she wasn't all that interested in the things I liked. The sex was great and she loved that part of our relationship but she was bored with the other stuff. Jill was happy partying, watching reality television and Jerry Springer which wasn't exactly my interests. I much more enjoyed discussing politics, movies and books with the well-read and well rounded Stephanie who was a fascinating conversationalist and debater.

Of course, Steph was dating my good friend so we were nothing more than friends during those memorable college years but when I thought back on those times, Steph was always one of the first things that came to my mind. Jill and I broke up before we graduated which made things a little awkward but we all graduated together and we had a great party that night.

Steph followed Jeff to Omaha for his new job while I stayed in the Greenville area. I only saw Steph twice after college, once in Boston when a mutual friend of ours held a mini-reunion one Thanksgiving and then three years ago at the funeral of our college sidekick George Casper who was killed in Afghanistan.

I had settled into my career as a teacher at Greenville High School and ten years after college this was my life. My most recent long term relationship had gone by the boards a few months earlier and I was waiting for the next event in my life to come along. Steph and Jeff didn't last and the last I heard Steph was divorced after a short lived marriage and was living out in Gary, Indiana.

I was seated at my desk correcting papers one evening when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hi, McMullan, how are you?"

I recognized her voice right away.

"Steph."

"Surprised?"

"A little," I admitted.

"Hey, guess what?" She giggled.

"What?"

"I'm going to be in Greenville in a few days!"

"Really?"

"Yeah, I've got some job interviews," she said. "I was wondering if you wanted to get together for dinner."

"Of course!" I said with excitement. "It will be great to see you again!"

"I'm going to be checking into the Hampton Inn on..."

"Why don't you stay with me?" I suggested. "I have an extra room."

"Oh, I don't want to impose."

"It wouldn't be an imposition at all," I assured her.

"You sure you wouldn't mind?"

"Not at all," I said.

We chatted for a few more minutes and I jotted down her schedule. Steph rented a car when she arrived at the airport two days later and she drove herself to Greenville. We met for an early dinner at one of our old hang outs not far from the Green College campus. I recognized her as soon as I walked into the place - her once long hair was much shorter and lighter in color and she was wearing an expensive business pants suit instead of the jeans and sweatshirts I recalled her wearing 24/7 but she was the same old Stephie. She jumped from her chair and gave me a hearty hug.

We enjoyed a meaningful dinner full of nostalgic reminiscing and political back and forth and it was great to be with her again. Steph had gotten her Masters in Human Resources and she was working for an insurance company out in Indiana but she didn't like the company policy and was in Greenville to interview for a position at Green College and a second opportunity at a printing company in South County.

After dinner, we took a sentimental walk around the campus remembering old times before Steph followed me back to my apartment a few miles away.
I lived in a single story townhouse in a complex full of middle aged couples and retirees. It was comfortable and quiet with a community pool, tennis court, and community center. The townhouse was handsome and attractive.

I led Steph into the townhouse and showed her to her room. Once she settled in and freshened up, we sat in the living room having a drink. Steph was wearing a pink nylon jogging suit and she was barefoot.

"So, are you nervous about the job interviews?"

"No," she replied. "I'm pretty good at it."
"No social life holding you back in Indiana?"
Steph rolled her eyes. "Nothing serious," she said. "Nothing giving up a career over." She studied me for a moment. "What about you?"
"I date."
She smiled. "Do you still play basketball?"

I was a basketball hound during our college days. I even taught her how to shoot and we would compete, always trying to outscore the other.

"In a men's league," I said.

"Everything else okay?"

"My mom's sick," I revealed.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's okay," I said with a shrug. "Hey, there's a hoop at the end of the parking lot if you want to take some shots."

"It's not too late?"

"Not for you," I smiled.

I changed into some shorts and sneakers and I grabbed my ball from the kitchen closet. We walked through the evening air to the hoop at the end of the lot and when we reached it I ducked to the outside line and launched a shot. The ball hit the rim, went flying up in the air, and then fell in with a little swoosh.
"You could make that shot nine times out of ten."
I turned to Steph with a big grin. The corner of her mouth was turned up in that little smile she had been showing me since college.
"Ten for ten would have been better," I laughed.
I tossed the ball into the net a second time and Steph got the rebound and took a shot of her own, swishing it.
"I see you haven't lost it either," I remarked.
"Good to see this hasn't changed," she smiled, tossing me the ball.
"I'm glad," I replied, taking a shot that was nothing but net.
"It still goes in the basket quite easily, doesn't it?" She asked, shooting and watching as her shot went off the backboard and through the basket.

We played a couple of games of 21 and around the world before returning to the townhouse, a little sweaty and out of breath.

"That was definitely just like old times," Steph smiled.

"You want to shower first?" I asked.

"Sure," she agreed.

I watched a little bit of the ball game until I heard Steph leave the bathroom and go into her room. I ducked into the shower to clean up from our little basketball warm up and I was in my room buttoning my khakis when Steph stuck her head into the doorway.

"You have any ice cream?" She asked.

I felt a little embarrassed with no shirt on and my brown hair still dripping water down my skin.

"Oh. Sorry, I-" Steph started. Was she a bit embarrassed herself?
"It's okay."
"I'll wait for you out there."

She disappeared down the hall and I finished dressing. When I went to the living room, I saw that Steph was standing outside on the patio looking at the stars above. She wore black shorts and a white tee shirt and she looked quite beautiful. My eyes glanced down at her chest where I could see white cups supporting her firm breasts.

"Do you still want some ice cream?" I asked as I stuck my head out the glass sliding door.

"Sure," she said, turning to me and smiling.

I went into the kitchen and got two bowls for us, returning to the patio. We sat at the small metal table with the glass top and ate our treat.
"Have you seen any meteors lately?" Steph asked, glancing up at the night sky.

In college, we used to lie on the grass outside the dorms watching for falling stars.
"Not recently," I told her.

"It's pretty flat in Indiana," she told me. "I see them out there sometimes."

"Probably better light there too," I said.

She glanced at me. "So, McMullan," she grinned. "No hot romance with some fellow teacher? Isn't that one of the standard fantasies?"

I grinned. "Well, there is Ms. Tracy. I think if I wanted a sex fling, she'd be my teacher."
"What do you like about her?"
"She's sexy and I get the idea she'd be very willing."
"What makes you think that?"
"She's always doing these subtly blatant things to get my attention," I said. "She actually stared at me once sucking on her finger."
"Maybe she's engaging in some sort of porn fantasy."
"If she was my fantasy, we'd be doing it."
"Why aren't you?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I feel like... I'm waiting for someone else."
Steph nodded. "So, what does this Ms. Tracy look like anyway?"

"She's got a killer body, a pretty smile, an attractive face."
"A killer body?"
"Yeah, you know…"
"She's got a rack?"
"Yeah, pretty much," I admitted. "With long legs and a big smile." I looked at Steph and frowned. "What do you care?"
"I just love how nervous this kind of talk makes you," she laughed. "Why are you afraid to talk about the fact that you look at women sexually? You were always a prude in college. Even with Jill."

"I don't just look at them sexually," I protested.
"See. You can't even admit it."
"Whatever."

"You should ask Ms. Tracy out," Steph advised.
"She has a boyfriend."
"Oh, my poor McMullan," Steph groaned.
"This has been a weird conversation."
Steph nodded. "You have no idea what colors you were turning when you talked about Ms. Tracy!"
"I can't help it," I admitted. "I don't even know why."
"Don't worry, McMullan. You've always been a shy guy."
"Why did you ask then?"
"I guess, I wanted to see if you had changed."

"Have I?" I frowned.

She shrugged. "A little, maybe."

"You shouldn't test me like that," I protested.
"I wasn't testing! I just know you. You've never really been happy. That's your biggest flaw. You deserve so much more!"
"Like what?"

"Not what, McMullan. Who."

"Who else was I supposed to be dating that was better than Jill?" I asked.
"See? You can't even honestly say she wasn't the girl for you. You couldn't then and you can't now."

"She was a nice girl."

"You mean she was a good lay," Steph remarked. "You two had nothing in common."

"Then why did you introduce us?"

"So you could get laid!" Steph laughed. "I knew that's what you needed."

"That wasn't a very nice thing to do to Jill," I pointed out.

"Oh, she was fine with it," Steph assured me with a wave of her hand. "She wasn't looking for anything serious back then."

"You ever hear from her?" I wondered.

"Not really," Steph replied. "Last I knew she was living in Florida with some guy."
"So who is this person I'm supposed to be with now?" I asked.

"I don't know, McMullan," Steph admitted. "But you need to find her somehow."
"Why?"

"Because I want you to be happy," she answered.

"Are you happy?" I asked.
Steph shrugged. "I don't know."
"It would just kill me if you didn't get everything you ever wanted," I said.
"I don't always know what I want to tell the truth," Steph replied. "I wish I did. Sometimes, I think I know what I want but sometimes it feels like it's beyond my grasp."
"What are you looking for?"
She shook her head. "I don't know, exactly," she admitted.

I nodded with understanding and we both glanced at the night sky without saying anything.
"McMullan, why didn't we ever date?" Steph asked after some moments had passed.

"You were with Jeff," I said quickly.

"So?"

A million thoughts were swirling in my head but all I could say was: "I don't know."
"Yes, you do," she said, looking at me.

"I'm not sure if we should be having this conversation, Steph," I said nervously.

"Why not?"

"You were with Jeff and I was with Jill and that's just the way it was," I replied.

"Did you ever want to date me?" She asked.

"It didn't matter what I wanted," I said.

"It never does, does it?" She guessed. "That's how you've always approached your life. As if you weren't good enough."

"I was never good enough for you, that's for sure," I said.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know what I mean," I sighed.

"It's just that we always got along so well," Steph said. "People who didn't know the situation often thought we were together anyway. Sometimes it seemed we spent more time together with each other than we did with Jeff or Jill."

"We had fun."

"Didn't you ever want to…. kiss me?"
"Kiss you?" I asked nervously.

"Yeah."
"I think that... I didn't want to risk it," I admitted. "Having you as a friend was too important to risk losing."
She took my hand and held it. "I took you for granted, I think," she told me. "Maybe even I used you."

"I never felt that way," I let her know.
She squeezed my hand. "I'm glad for that."

It was definitely the strangest conversation we'd ever had. Of course I thought about her in that way but there was no way I was ever going to act on it. And I also knew she was the special someone I was still waiting for but I wasn't about to tell her that either.
"I guess I should go to bed," Steph announced. "I'm tired."

"Okay," I agreed.

"I haven't freaked you out or anything, have I?" Steph worried.

"Not at all," I assured her. "I appreciate the openness."

She stood and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Good night, McMullan."

I watched her disappear into the townhouse and then I let out a sigh of relief and frustration. I wanted to rush after her, grab her, and carry her to my bed but instead I collected the ice cream bowls and went into the kitchen and washed them
I turned off the lights and started down the hall to my bedroom. Steph had left the door to her room open and I stopped and glanced in watching her slight movements under the sheets, her chest rising and falling gently. I could smell the scent of her and I sighed as I continued to my own bed, alone again naturally.

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I awoke the next morning to rattling in the kitchen. I left my bed and went into the kitchen to find a disheveled Steph still in the clothes she had on last night with her hair shooting all over the place sitting at the counter with a cup of coffee in her hands.
I was in boxers and a tee shirt as I shuffled over to get my own coffee.

"Good morning," was all she said and I joined her at the counter still in my own sleep haze.

"Sleep well?" I asked.

"Sure," she said in a completely flat voice.

"I think squirrels played in your hair all night and one side of your face is covered in pillow lines," I teased.
"I'll be untangling it for a week," she groaned as she nursed her cup. Then she glanced at me. "So, last night…"

"Delicious ice cream," I replied.
"Last night you came up with reasons for the past but we never got around to the present," she remarked.
"You mean, why don't we try dating now?" I asked.
"Yeah," Steph replied candidly.

"No, we didn't talk about that," I agreed, my voice so quiet she could barely hear me.
"No, we didn't," she agreed.

"Maybe it's too early in the morning for this conversation," I suggested.
She nodded and turned back to her coffee. I knew I should say something but now I truly was scared to say anything.

"You know, if I get one of the jobs, I'll be back here," she said.
"I know," I let her know.

I hadn't been thinking of anything else since she first called me.

"I'm going to shower," she said standing from the stool and heading out of the room.

Steph was already back when I got home from work that afternoon.

"How'd the interview go?" I asked with genuine interest.

"Felt good, felt good," she said with enthusiasm from her spot on the living room couch. She was still dressed up but her shoes were off and her feet were up on the coffee table. She wore a radiant smile as well. "Good timing. Pizza's on the way. Pepperoni and sausage still the thing?"
"Sounds good," I said, dropping a stack of school work on the hall table.
I showered quickly and pulled on some gray boxers, black jeans, and a light blue button-down shirt. When I returned to the living room, Steph had a slice of pizza dangling from her mouth with the box open on the coffee table and one of the cable news channels was on the TV.
"What are you watching?" I asked, grabbing a slice.
"Hardball."
"That Matthews guy is horrible."
"This from a guy who thinks Bill O'Reilly is all that."
I took a seat on the couch next to Steph and grabbed a slice. She handed me a beer she had commandeered from the refrigerator. After a while, she leaned into me, placing her head on my chest. I gently wrapped my arms around her and smelled the scent from her hair. I couldn't remember ever being this close to her.
"This isn't the way we normally watch TV," I observed.
"I know," she replied.
We sat silently for some time with me trying to get used to this, trying to make the mental and emotional shift from friend to perhaps something more. I wanted to speak but I couldn't think of anything to say. My hand had fallen on her bare knee and the only thing I wanted in the world right then was to caress that skin. I dared not as my mind went back and forth, not sure for the first time in a long time what Steph wanted. Finally, after she had not moved for some time, I whispered by her ear: "Are you falling asleep?"
"Nope," she let me know.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, McMullan, I'm fine," she sighed. "Are you?"
"I'm nervous," I admitted.
"About what?"

I moved my hand away from her knee and started straightening up but Steph grabbed my hand and put it right back on her bare knee.
"You don't have to be nervous, McMullan."
I stared at my hand on her lightly tanned skin. I could feel the warmth from her skin on my fingertips. Soon, I felt her muscles move gently as she straightened her leg a bit.
"Sorry, I needed to move it," she explained.
"It's okay."
"My skin is tingling."

"How come?"
"Why are you acting so silly about this?" She asked
"I can't help it," I confessed.
"McMullan, we're both grown adults now," she reminded me. "It's okay."
"To touch you?" I asked with confusion.
I could feel her gaze on my hand. "Yes."

I wanted to caress her but I could feel her eyes upon me, waiting. Eventually, I was able to make my fingers move slowly up and down in place. I saw Steph's leg relax. After a minute, she nestled further into my chest. I kissed the top of her hair and then kissed it again.
"That's nice," Steph said quietly.
I couldn't help but smile. "This is so pathetic."
"What?"
"How freaking screwed up I am. How you have to encourage me."
"Why is this is so different from any other woman you've been with?"
"Because it's you," I said.
"Oh." She placed her fingers on the back of the hand that was slowly caressing her knee, tracing them up and down my skin. "So pretend it's not me, then."
"What?"
"Pretend it's not me and do what you would do then."
"If I had you why would I ever want to think of someone else?" I asked.

All of a sudden, Steph turned to face me, straddling my body as she plopped herself in my lap, her eyes shimmering in the flickering light of the TV. She placed two soft lips on my forehead, kissing slowly. She pulled up from this kiss and came back for another.

"Oh, Steph," I moaned softly as my heart began to race.

My hands suddenly found themselves on her sides where her blouse had ridden up. I pulled her against me, harder than I intended. My lips went to her neck and I heard her gasp. I started kissing up and down her neck while her hands tugged at the fabric on my shirt.
I hugged her as fiercely as I could, kissing her soft lips over and over as my fingers kept sliding up and down her smooth torso, feeling the slender fabric of her bra on the sides. Her tongue found my skin and I felt my will crumbling, forgetting everything but her touch and smell.

"Please, please," I groaned into her ear.
She pushed away from me enough to look into my eyes. "You don't have to ask, McMullan."
I pulled her face to mine and our lips met again. I heard something getting knocked off the coffee table as our lips pushed together. I quickly realized I was pushing too hard and I eased up. Her mouth tasted so sweet and my heart turned over each time I felt her lips push back against mine with as much desire as I felt. I slowly sucked her lower lip into my mouth and then licked it with my tongue.
Steph giggled and moved backwards. "Tickles," she explained, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

I moved my hands around to her lower back and my fingers pushed harder, kneading her muscles. "Better?"
"Oh yeah," she said collapsing back into my body, chest to chest.

I worked my hands slowly up her body, massaging and touching as I went. The cloth of her blouse kept riding up as I moved exposing more and more of her. As I was feeling just below her bra strap, I felt her hands move up to the top button of my shirt, unfastening it. Without a word, she moved to the next one, releasing it as well. She moved to the third button in the middle of my chest but her hands were trapped between our bodies.

"Can you?" She asked after fumbling for a bit.
"Only if you do, too," I said with a seductive grin.
She pulled herself up to a sitting position, her knees folded under her between my legs. She grabbed her blouse and pulled it over her head, tossing it away. She looked like a dream come to life. Her black hair cascaded onto her shoulders with a few stray strands peeking out from the sides. Her trademark smile adorned her flushed cheeks. My eyes traced along the lines of her long neck and over her slender collarbone. She wore a white cotton bra over her round breasts.

"Do you look like my dream or has my dream always looked like you?" I wondered aloud.
Steph bit her lip as my shirt slipped from my shoulders? As the shirt fell away, Steph's hands went to my body, sliding up my stomach, over my chest, and through the dark hairs there. Her body slid down onto mine until we were bare skin on bare skin with her arms draped around my neck. I wrapped my arms around her feeling the touch of our skin together. I kissed her hair while her hands moved up and down my bare abdomen.
"I love that you have no idea how sexy you are," she said as she dropped a kiss upon my chest.
I felt her start to squirm against me. She was slipping her arms through her bra straps, pulling it over her head. My heart increased its pace as I caught a glimpse of her wonderful naked breasts before she nestled her now bare chest against mine and I could feel her hardened nipples pressing into my skin.
"Now, it's right," Steph said with contentment.
"Do you feel your heart?" I whispered. "I can feel it beating against me."
"That's 'cause I'm about to have a heart attack," she said.
She laid a couple kisses on my chest while caressing me. I ran my hands down her hair to her back again. I could just see her soft skin from my angle and I imagined laying a thousand kisses there. I teased her skin with my hands as my fingers tickled down her sides and I was rewarded with a small catch of her breath. I pressed my hands firmly against her, circling up and down her body, moving briefly under her shirt. As my fingers slid just under the fabric of her panties her whole body twitched and leapt. I ran a finger along the side of her hips and then my fingers slipped more to the front and as my fingers touched it, she leapt again.
Steph rose up from my chest, straddling my thighs and looking at me. She placed two fingers on my lips where I kissed them once, then twice. As I was about to take a third finger in my mouth, Steph placed her free hand on the bulge in my pants. I felt myself throb as I grew bigger in her hand. She looked at me so seriously that I was unable to do anything and her wet fingers falling from my mouth. She moved them to caress my cheek.
"Does this feel good?" she asked without a trace of teasing.
I could only nod stupidly.

"You okay?"
"Yeah, yeah," I replied. "It was just.. uh... really good."
I tried to smile but I felt my cheeks flushing.

"It's just, you know..."
"It's okay, McMullan," she whispered. "This is nice."
I could only stare at her. I felt Steph take my hand and I lifted my head to look into her deep brown eyes. I wanted to feel her soft skin on mine and nothing else. I heard myself swallowing hard and then my index finger pointed towards her waistband. She said nothing as she stood and, still holding my hand, she guided me to my bedroom.

She moved past me to the bed where she peeled back the sheets. Then she turned to face me and then she placed her thumbs inside her skirt, pushing them and her panties to the ground before me.

"You're beautiful, Steph," I told her as I stared at her revealed self.
I pulled my jeans down my body and pushing them away. I looked down to find my cock poking from the top of my boxers and I pushed the boxers off and the two of us stood looking at each other. She took my hand and started onto the bed but I pulled her back to me so that we were standing face-to-face, our bodies pressed together. I moved my lips straight to hers and it was magic.
Her lips moved against mine and soon our tongues were dancing together. I felt her tongue so wet and strong bend up behind my teeth, licking back and forth. I sucked it into my mouth until she somehow reversed it and I felt her sucking my tongue into her. Her nipples pressed into my chest, moving back and forth as we kissed. The tip of my cock was lodged against her stomach, wet against her skin. Our legs slid against one another and I couldn't believe how smooth and soft she felt.

I moved my hands down her body and squeezed her bare bottom in my hands. She did the same to me and I felt a smile forming against my lips. I growled against her mouth. Steph suddenly broke the kiss and began to rub her body against mine in earnest. I felt her nipples sliding up and down my body. Then she was kissing along my lips, chin, and neck as she moved down again. My fingers pressed hard sliding up her back while I kissed anything in sight. My leg slipped between her thighs and I could feel her warm and moist against my skin.
I licked up her long neck to the ear lobe which I pulled into my mouth. She moaned ever so slightly as I nibbled. Her body started to move and the warm soft spot was sliding against my thigh leaving a damp trail. I moaned against her in excitement as I ran my tongue in a circle along the edge of her ear.
She suddenly grabbed my cock in her hand and began to rub it. She was moving her hand in rhythm with her mound against my leg. I felt her thumb wrapping over the head, rubbing all around. Through the haze in my mind, I felt a drop of moisture running down my leg from her. I was beginning to smell new scents floating around us from her and from the sweat that was forming on our naked bodies. I wanted to taste all of her.
My tongue traveled down Steph's neck, licking in broad wet strokes under her chin. Next it was the collarbone which changed our angle and I felt her slip off of my leg. I bent over further and kissed down her chest. Her breast was soft, giving as I pressed with my lips but springing back as I let go. My eyes fell on her nipples marked with red and very wide. Each was erect and pointed outward. I moved to one nipple and laid a soft kiss on it and then the other and then I stared at their beauty again.
"McMullan, they're for kissing, you can take notes later," she told me.
I smiled. "They are just so beautiful."

I began pushing her toward the bed. She backed up step for step with me until she was trapped against the bed. I gave a playful shove and she collapsed backwards and she wiggled her perfect body backwards giving me room to join her. Straddling her thighs, I leaned over and drew a nipple into my mouth.
Her legs moved up and down under mine as I sucked on each nipple, soft, then hard, then soft. I ran my tongue while my fingers teased on the other side. I licked back and forth and her body squirmed under mine as I kissed her. She squirmed against me so much that I had to move my pelvis away from her to prevent myself from getting overly excited.

My tongue slid down her breast onto her stomach. My eye fell past her stomach and past her navel to a layer of curly black hair between her legs. I kissed down her stomach ever so slowly making sure nothing escaped my lips. I could feel my excitement building as I moved lower. Steph began to shudder and catch her breath and I changed from kissing to licking up and down the sides of her belly.
"McMullan, down further," she begged.
She was beginning to wiggle all around the bed so I took her thighs firmly in my hands pushing down so that I could continue licking along her stomach, over her breasts, down her navel, down her hips, and back up to her thighs. Steph's hands clutched at the sheets as my tongue passed over the inside of her thighs. I placed my mouth over the top of her leg to suck on her and my cheek grazed the soft curly hair of her muff next to me.

I turned my head slightly to look at her mound, seeing the hair fall down the top disappearing between her closed legs. I freed her thighs and moved my head up a little to kiss the soft black hairs. I could feel my heart pounding and the scents just a couple inches away. I kissed the hair again a little lower. Steph's legs moved apart and her hand was on my shoulder. I looked up to see her propped up on an elbow. My lips were still nestled in her curls. She gazed at me with a ferocity I had never seen before. I took her hand in mine, our fingers intertwining.
Steph's legs spread open before me. The black hair thinned between her legs to just wisps around labia that were as dark as her nipples. A small bit of pink peeked out from deep inside and moisture was all around in the form of little drops of dew at the edges and matted hair closer in. I placed my mouth on the dark lips and I felt Steph squeezing my hand tightly. I kissed up and down slowly and then I flicked my tongue between the labia quickly. Steph's grip was growing stronger as my tongue moved up and down. I could feel Steph's wetness entering my mouth, mingling with my own saliva. As I pushed my tongue inward, it felt like Steph was about to squeeze my hand off. I moved towards her tunnel, keeping my tongue moving. Steph was moaning, saying my name but my tongue never stopped. Her legs began clinching around my head, pressing inward and then releasing. Then I found her clitoris and I licked as much area as I could. "Aahhhhh!" She leaped into the air, squeezing me hard.
I kept licking at this area where her clit was but Steph was starting to buck her whole body. I licked and she gasped and jumped, making me lose the little nub I had been feeling. I got my hand away from Steph and brought it down to my face. Moving my head back to see, I slipped a finger inside her slit and moved it up and down the length of her mound. Everything was so moist and wonderful. I moved up my fingers to the top, hitting the nub and Steph screamed.

I moved my fingers back down and pushed forward a little. There was a little give so I pushed again and suddenly my finger was entering the woman I had always loved.

"Oh, baby," Steph sighed as she rustled her hands in my hair.

There was a slight sloshing noise as I slid the top of two fingers in and out. I could smell her and hear her. I put my mouth back down just above my fingers and found the little nub which I licked back and forth and that's when Steph lost it. Her pelvis was jumping while her hands were pushing me hard into her body. I felt her pulling my hair. Then the hands vanished and she was yanking the sheets off the bed. Suddenly, there was a loud squeal and Steph's legs clamped down on my head with more force than I knew she had. I felt myself being squeezed while her pelvis thrust upwards.

I felt the sheets of the bed falling around us until I was covered in darkness. Finally, after seeming to lift me halfway to the ceiling with a series of thrusts, Steph came back down and loosened her grip. I licked once more but as soon as I did she was shaking and pushing me back with her legs.
I pulled the sheets back and looked up at Steph. She was a complete mess. Tears were on her cheeks, there was a wet spot near her mouth on the bed, and a frantic look was in her eyes. I was about to speak when she pulled me as hard as she could on top of her. I fell so that my lips were at her forehead, her mouth on my neck, and my cock inside her pubic hair. She instantly wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding me into her fiercely and rocking from side to side slowly. As she did this I felt my penis sliding downwards between her legs.
Steph started to kiss me and then she clung hard to me and then she kissed me again.
"Thank you, McMullan, thank you for being so wonderful," she said breathlessly. "I should have known with you."

"You're welcome," I said happily.

"You are awesome, McMullan. I'm so in-" she stopped the sentence and then after a long pause she licked my face. "Oh. Is that me? Is that what I taste like down there?"

My face was covered in her juices.

"You know the hardest part of all though?" she asked.

"What?"

"Having to wait so long for this moment between us," she said.

"I always wanted you," I admitted.

"You should have done something about it long ago," she told me.

"You're right."
"McMullan," She sighed.

I managed to look up feeling like I was crazed. She looked deep into my eyes, caressing my cheek.

"Go get a condom and we'll keep going."

"Aren't you on the pill?"

"Of course, but we also have to worry about STDs, don't we?"

I rolled onto my side breaking the contact. My breathing was heavy and I reached into the bedside table where the box of condoms were. When I had a couple in my hand, I pulled Steph hard against my chest clinging to her and wrapping her in me, not wanting to let her go. I kept hugging tight.
Steph giggled against my chest and then she pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me. She looked at me with an overly pleased smile.

"You are so mine." She lifted herself up and looked down my body to my cock which was rock hard and almost purple. She started wiggling downwards and she put a finger on the head. I watched as her finger slowly rubbed all over my purple head. My cock pulsed up and down under her touch.
"Hello," she said happily.
"It's alive and coming for you," I grinned.
She looked at me with her little smile. "Yes it is."

And with that she pushed her dangling breasts together around the shaft of my cock. Her body began to slide up and down my length and immediately the sensations were building.
"Steph!" I managed to say as my head started tossing from side to side on the bed.
She moved down and I watched in awe as her tongue began to lick around my head and then her mouth moved forward taking some of me between her lips, disappearing behind a wall of hair as it fell around her. Her tongue began to slither along the top of my shaft, sending chills up my spine.
She started sliding her breasts up and down me again and with each motion the forces of an orgasm were building deep inside me. I could feel it growing each time she moved. Her breasts were soft, wet, smooth, and perfect

"Omigod. Steph. Steph, Stephie... don't stop. Yes... I can't..."

The orgasm was almost here. I wanted to scream. I felt something wet around my rod and pushing against me (her tongue) and I exploded. Steph squealed and wrapped me around her mouth never letting go while I pulsed against her lips. Finally the orgasm subsided and I stopped tossing my head on the bed. Steph lifted her head up just a bit, releasing me and then slowly guiding the tip of my hard-on between her fingers. I began to feel semen sliding down my leg.
Steph jumped up and ran into the bathroom, returning a moment later and running a damp washcloth over my legs, balls and dick, cleaning me. When she was done, she stood by the bed nude with a look of concentration as she worked over her hair thoroughly.

I remembered that just a couple hours ago I had been paralyzed at the touch of my hand on her knee and yet it now seemed like this is the way it should be. And was meant to be. I reached up to pull Steph back into bed with me but she pulled back.

"So, you okay, McMullan?"
"Fort he first time in my life," I replied.
She knelt down on the bed and looked at me with a serious look on her face.
"You'd be okay if I came back?"
"I'm going to be devastated if you don't get the job offer," I told her.

"Why?"
"Because I've been remembering everything about you from the moment you called and said you were coming," I said.

"Thank you so much, McMullan," she said, looking into my eyes from above.

"For what?"

"For, you know, everything."
"I've sure been lonely," I admitted. "It's almost as if I've been waiting for you."
"Do you think we will ever go to sleep tonight?" She asked as she finally fell on top of me.
"If this is the alternative..." I said, placing my hand on her breast. "No."
"I'm far too wired to sleep anyway," Steph said.
I grinned. "I really like having this effect on you. I can see this as a permanent part of my life." A moment after saying that, I felt my cheeks flushing.

"Get the condom on, McMullan."

"I've been thinkin' about this all night."
I sat up on the edge of the bed and pulled the condom on as Steph intently watched.
"McMullan," she said. "I really like seeing you naked."
I grinned. "I'm a fan of seeing you this way, too."
"It's like all the barriers are coming down and there's finally nothing between us anymore," she said.
"No secrets?"
"Never," Steph promised as she continued to look at my cock.

I lay back down next to her and moved my lips to hers. She responded immediately and soon our bodies were wrapped together, our hands gliding across skin, lips pushing and pulling. I moved my lips to her neck and one of those beautiful moans escaped from her. I put long wet licks up and down her neck, again taking in that indescribable taste. Her nails descended upon my back and scratched lightly across my skin, sending goose bumps across my body. My hold on her became stronger and tighter as I kissed her.
I felt Steph pushing me up on top of her and our legs writhed together, our groins meeting. I lifted myself a bit so that she didn't have to support my full weight and she brought her tongue into my mouth. My body twitched and I moaned and gasped.
My tongue fell from her mouth and slid down her chin, over her neck, between her breasts, all the way to her navel, and then back up again. I couldn't get over the feel of her body against mine as we ground together. Everything was smooth, soft, and perfect.
Steph lay with her hands stretched straight above her body so I glided up her until my own hands found hers and the fingers locked together.

"Steph," I whispered, my mouth just an inch from hers. "This is the best day of my life."
I saw tears in her eyes and she nodded in understanding agreement.
"I'll do anything for you," I told her, the emotions quickly overpowering me.
"I know," she whispered as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

My cock was again pressing up against her mound wrapped in its plastic shield. I looked up into her burning eyes. My hips moved a bit lower until my tip was between her labia. I pressed forward and she wiggled under me. I pressed forward again. Everything was wet and warm and wonderful. Steph reached down and took my condom-wrapped shaft in her hand, pulling me lower and at a different angle. I pushed my hips forward again where she had placed me and her eyes shot open.
My prick was inside her. I could feel the tightness. I pushed again and Steph moaned as her arms wrapped around me tightly, clutching me.

"Slow..." she coaxed.
I nodded. She was so tight around me and I felt so much pressure that I tried to inch in a little more and Steph was purring. I felt her hips move against me, rocking ever so slightly. I kissed her again and tried to remain still, letting her control what was happening. She continued her tiny rocking motions against me and I could feel sensations already starting between my legs.
She looked deep into my eyes and then caressed my face while our hips moved back and forth together.

"I'm so happy," she whispered.
My gaze fell on the woman I loved to where our bodies met. I could just see the base of my cock before it disappeared inside of her. My hand disappeared between her legs, bumping into my own cock inside her. I slid up from there. Steph squealed and jumped because I had found her clit. I kept my cock as still as I could, just filling her, while my fingers began to touch that sensitive spot. Her little whimpers became cries and her arms started to flail around the bed. As she moved, her muscles gripped my cock inside her, squeezing it and releasing it.
I kept rubbing her clitoris as she rocked her hips against me.

"Yes, McMullan, omigod."

"You're still calling me by my last name even after all this?" I whispered, kissing her.

I felt my balls clutching and building as I thrust into her. Her hips were rocking back and forth and her fingers clawed at my back hard as she watched me intensely. There was sweat on her skin. I made sure my fingers kept moving on her as her hips bucked hard into me. I was thrusting deep into the one I had always loved. I felt my face twisting and my whole body convulsing as I suddenly shot into her but I kept my finger moving on her clit as I was collapsing on her.

"Beautiful, beautiful," I heard myself saying over and over incoherently as my cock continued to throb deep inside her.

She screamed and plastered herself against my body. My fingers slipped from their place and her face was buried in my neck as her body convulsed with soft sobs. I didn't let go. I was here forever for her. As long as she would have me.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yes, McMullan," she said still clutching me harder than I could believe. "Just very happy," she breathed and wiped her face against me. 'It was always you."
"It was?"
I felt her smile forming on my shoulder. As our bodies calmed down, my emotions grew.
"Steph, it was always you too," I confessed.

"I know."

"You do?"
Steph lifted herself up and my cock slid out of her. I rolled the condom off, tied it, and tossed it in the wastebasket. After I settled back down on the bed lying on my back, Steph crawled on top of me again, resting her body on mine. She put her head on my chest and we lay quietly together for some minutes, breathing. I held her and watched her rise and fall with each breath. I drew the sheets up around us.
"I knew because neither of us ended up with anybody else," she told me softly. "I kept failing in my relationships and I kept realizing that you were the only guy I ever knew who made me feel…happy."

She ran her fingers through my chest hair and then looked up into my eyes. "What were you waiting for?"
"You."

She kissed me happily.

"Steph?"

"Yeah?"

"Even if you don't get a job offer, move here anyway," I said.

"Are you saying this was my job interview?" She asked with dancing eyes.

"And you passed perfectly," I assured her.

She laughed. "Well, it was the best job interview I've ever had! What's the position I'm applying for?"

"Friend, lover, soul mate," I replied.

"I like that job," she whispered.