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She nodded and her face reddened in spite of herself. "Even me. And it was similar to you, the first time."

"You did it more often?"

She smiled a crooked smile.

"Sure, but never mind, we are talking about you! But while we are talking, could we just have a little sex talk between us? Would that be OK? I've been wanting to. You know, to be as helpful as I can. I told you to ask anything, but you ... you don't seem to ask me," she trailed off.

"I'm OK, step Mom."

"I know, I know. I know that at least sometimes you ... well ... you use ... or hold ... touch ... my panties, I mean in my panty drawer, Prince dear. Is it OK if I mention that it's OK with me? So you don't feel guilty or that you have to sneak around about it?"

" ... uh ... you're not mad?" I muttered, looking at my feet.

"No. Curious though, does that mean ... you sometimes think ... er ... think of me when you ... you know?"

I nodded, my face red and my temperature hitting a new high.

"I'm sorry about spilling on..." I said.

"No, it's all right. I have to admit that I find it a bit of a thrill when I know you had my underwear close to your body. And that you were excited. I don't think I'm supposed to admit that. But it's true. It's true!" She bit her lip and rolled her eyes.

"Now, what do you know about condoms?"

I shrugged and looked away.

"Well, I would rather you learned from me than on the street, I guess? Let's go in the house."

She sat across the kitchen table and took a banana from the bowl. "It's simple. You open it."

I struggled and she restrained herself from doing it for me. At last I ripped the package and the ring fell out on the table.

She balanced it on her fingertip and I watched as she unrolled it just a little and left it draped over that delicate, long finger with its polished crimson nail.

"You have to handle it carefully, so you don't put a hole in it. Here, feel it."

I put my fingers around hers and felt the rubbery condom and what seemed like a slippery coating. We were both staring at our fingers toying with the rubber and her middle finger.

"Now then, the important thing is to put it one carefully and allow a little room at the end, so that when you ... when you cum ... inside the girl." She took a deep breath. I looked up and could see that she was blushing at the thought. "Well when ... you

As I watched, she put the ring over the banana, pinched the end and rolled it down the yellow shaft. The sight of her hand jacking the banana to unroll the rubber made me very hard.

"There, you see ... a little room at the end ... to catch ... to catch your sperm. And it is lubricated ... so ... well so that ... if she isn't ... moist ... it will slip in ... you know?"

She demonstrated by pushing the banana through the circle of her fingers and I quickly nodded, eager to get away.




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Of course, immediately after I said that, the reporter announced, "Our sources say that Tade and Rosalinda have been seeing each other off and on for several years, dating back to their days together at University."

I rolled my eyes and kept my attention on Nancy. "We're just friends. We dated for like a week in college, but we're just friends. The media's trying to make something out of nothing."

My words were blaming the media, but a suspicious part in the back of my mind had a theory of its own. Rosalinda certainly could use the media exposure of appearing to be my girlfriend. Would she have gone so far as to lure me out to lunch in order to trap me into some suggestive photos?

Nancy looked at me, her eyes wary as if she wanted to believe me, but wasn't sure she could trust me. After all, we barely knew each other. "But, she did spendthe night, right?"

Instantaneously, I could see how the situation would appear to be, and how bad it might make me seem. Already defeated, I let go of Nancy's hands and let myself sink back into the couch.

"Look, Nancy. I want to be completely honest with you about me and about my intentions. I realize that you don't really know who I am. We just met a couple of days ago. But I'll let you make your own choice whether to trust me or not."

The poor girl was half-crying already, but she nodded.

"I told you that Rosalinda and I dated for a very short time in college. Truthfully, the relationship was doomed from the beginning but the sex was incredible."

Ooh, wrong choice of words. From the new expression on Nancy's face, I had to change the subject away from illicit sex with Rosalinda if at all possible. But as my mind raced back through my relationship with Rosalinda, doing so wasn't going to be easy.

"Four years ago we ran into each other again, right here in New York. We had exactly one date, we both got hammered, and we did hook up again. It was comfortable and it was convenient. Now since that time, Rosalinda has had her busy fashion model life.

She's had at least six different boyfriends during that time, and I was never one of them. I myself did date one other girl for about a year during that time as well. But whenever Rosalinda needed a convenient booty call, I was the phone call.

And for four years, we've been friends, friends with benefits. So to answer your question: Yes, Rosalinda did spendthe night. And yes, we had sex. But no, she's not my girlfriend.

And yes, I was very, very interested in getting to know you better, Nancy. not just to get laid. I... uh, well... this is going to sound bad. I already got laid last night. I just felt SOMETHING with you: a connection, a spark, or whatever you want to call it. And I thought you felt it too."

I'd rambled on and on and Nancy just watched me with her stricken expression. The 'girlfriendor not' question was splitting hairs rather thinly. Point was, I'd been sleeping with Rosalinda. And for most people in today's sense of morality, coming to Nancy's apartment like this made me a 'player' at best.

Now most people, when trying to get themselves out of a hole, wind up talking too much. I'd rambled a good bit but now tried to shut myself up lest I say anything to further damage my chances with Nancy.

But she didn't say anything either, just staring at me while seemingly turning things over in her head.

In the end, after many, many long seconds, she simply said, "I think it's time for you to leave."



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Without another word I followed her until we came to her apartment, but Nancy paused before unlocking the door. She spun in place and looked at me with her now trademark nervous expression.

"Would you... mind... uh, giving me just, uh, 2 minutes?" She held up a hand with two fingers.

I smiled and offered a calm "Of course."

Then Nancy flipped the lock and slid her way into the apartment with the door cracked as small as possible.

Her words had said don't read anything into it. But I was being reassured with every moment that Nancy had at least some interest in me. Maybe I wasn't the only one to feel the warm chemistry between us.

She actually took three minutes, but I didn't mind the wait. It just built up the anticipation in my mind. And when she opened the door, I followed her into a well-appointed apartment. No fancy artwork or expensive furniture, but with enough sense of style to show Nancy had decent taste on a limited budget.

There were a few odds and ends piled into corners that showed Nancy had been frantically trying to tidy up with the three minutes she'd been given, but after a cursory glance around all my attention was on the young woman herself.

"Would you like anything to drink?" she asked me. "Uh, I'd offer you a beer but I don't have any."

"No problem. Water, please." I made my way forwards into the living room at Nancy's direction while she headed into the kitchen. I called out, "I can't believe in four years that was my first time sharing an elevator with you."

Nancy soon came back with two tall glasses of ice water. "Really? How would you know? It's a busy building."

I looked her right in the eyes, basking in the honey warmth of her hazel irises. "Trust me, I would have noticed you if we had." They way she leaned towards me made me want to reach out and kiss her right then and there.

But Nancy blushed again and looked at the floor. Despite her attractiveness, this girl clearly wasn't totally comfortable with such compliments. At least not from me.

But then my stomach gurgled again, saving her from having to come up with a witty response. She pointed out the remote to the television. "you just relax and find something to watch. I'll go start dinner."

So attempting to relax as much as I could in a strange girl's apartment, I picked up the remote and flicked on the TV. The first thing that came on was the Celebrity Sightings program, filling us in on the latest famous-people gossip.

"Oh, they did not," I blurted rather loudly before I could contain myself.

Nancy came scurrying out of the kitchen quickly, "What? What is it?"

I just stared mutely at the screen, looking at a photograph of myself. More accurately, it was a photo of me and Rosalinda exiting our little café. The breathy young reporter girl went on and on about how New York's latest billionaire was seen yesterday sharing an intimate lunch with fashion model Rosalinda Brynn.

And as she spoke another still photograph came up with Rosalinda following me into my apartment building, this time holding my hand. The reported continued by saying that Rosalinda did not leave the building until the following morning.

I heard a quiet voice behind me. "So, is that... your girlfriend?" Nancy sounded positively heart-broken, as if she'd put all of herself out on the line in inviting me only to find that I was just playing her.

I turned quickly and without thinking, grabbed both of Nancy's hands in my own, holding her close and looking right into her eyes as Nancy sank onto the couch next to me. "No. No, she's not."

Of course, immediately after I said that, the reporter announced, "Our sources say that Tade and Rosalinda have been seeing each other off and on for several years, dating back to their days together at University."




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Nice update

Interesting update

Management had already decided. All my duties were assigned to someone else. Another finance geek would be taking over my office. All I had to do was go home and wait for the dividendchecks to arrive.

Still half in shock, I took the time to say goodbye to everyone I'd been working with for four years. I promised I'm come back and "do lunch" with about half of them. not that we'd taken lunch breaks that often with our high-pressure jobs.

An hour later, I was back at home. Sitting on my ass without a clue what to do with myself. Then the building intercom buzzed.

"Mr. Robins? Building security here."

"Yes?"

"There's a limo here for you, sir. They say they're from the law firm that represented your father."

"I'll be right down."

Ten hours later, I was slumped in the back of the limo, half-trying to sleep on the ride back to my apartment.

My wrist hurt from so many signatures. And my wallet was bulging. Most of the bulge was business cards from the various lawyers working on Tayo Robinson's estate.

But some of it was from new credit cards that had been issued to me this morning, the kind of credit cards that didn't have spending limits. On the seat next to me, there was also a stack of folders containing more documents than I'd ever seen in my life. And I'm an investment banker.

The lawyers warned me that there was still a lot more to sort out, and they'd probably contact me again tomorrow. I sighed... I wondered for the hundredth time if this was all worth it. Maybe I could just close my eyes and wake up with my old life again.

My cell phone rang... again. It had been ringing all day once people realized I'd turned my phone back on. Some had been media types, but most had been my "friends" who all seemed to be wishing me luck and trying to see if they could weasel their way into some of my money.

And so as the damn contraption continued chiming, I hit the off button and held it until the blasted noise went away.

After the limo stopped, I staggered into my apartment building, waving hello to the security guys who now recognized me on sight. And I leaned into the corner of the elevator, mercifully empty and quiet.

The doors were just closing as I heard a female, "Wait up!" accompanied by the sound of heels clacking against the tiled floor outside.

Automatically, I reached my hand out and blocked the elevator doors, which opened up obediently. And there before me was the most beautiful thing I'd seen all day.

Nancy smiled at me as she hurried into the elevator car, still dressed from work in a stylish blouse and coat over a short black skirt.

Whereas the first time I'd seen her she was dressed casually and shyly for a lazy weekend, today her appearance was sharp and what little makeup she wore made her pretty face even more stunning. "Thanks Tade..." she said as she relaxed and stood beside me.

I just nodded and then slumped back against the wall, a goofy grin on my face.

"Wow, you look like shit..." she drawled, appraising me.

"Gee, thanks."

"Long day?" she asked.

"you could say that. Lost my job, sort of. Then spent the entire day with a bunch of Mr. Kendall's lawyers. Now I just want to sink into a couch and shut the world away." Just as I was finishing the sentence, my stomach growled rather loudly.

Nancy giggled. Oh, how angelic the sound of her laughing. "Hungry?"

"Oh, man. I haven't eaten all day."

"Still having your food delivered?"

I laughed. "No, no. not anymore. Ah, crap. I probably should. I have like no food in my apartment."

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened on Nancy's floor. She stepped halfway out and then turned, holding the door.

"Look, I don't want you to read anything into this. But I already have my dinner all planned out and I ALWAYS make way more food than I can eat. Do you-"

"Yes," I cut her off. "I would love to."

Nancy blushed fiercely and then looked at the floor. Then she quickly looked up at me as I stepped off the elevator, brushing by her as I crossed into the hallway.

Without another word I followed her until we came to her apartment, but Nancy paused before unlocking the door. She spun in place and looked at me with her now trademark nervous expression.

"Would you... mind... uh, giving me just, uh, 2 minutes?" She held up a hand with two fingers.




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