Tricia's choice

Chapter 3

And that was how Tricia met Chris.

Two weeks went by before she and Chris crossed paths once more at the hospital. He had a package, and they had no receptionist to sign for it.

“Let me guess, she’s in the can?” He said, handing the package out for her to sign.

“Not quite,” said Tricia scribbling her name.

“The new girl’s downstairs grabbing some files. Turns out you were right. Our other gal quit last week. Took another job across town. You should play the lotto, Nostradamus.”

“I do, and I’m still here.” He said, turning out his invisible pockets and showing empty hands.

“Still on for that lunch?” He added.

Tricia did not need to consider. It was a yes.
They agreed and she offered to take him to the hospital cafeteria. It was a noisy place at the quietest of times, but they managed to get a spot near a window where two doctors Tricia knew to be neurosurgeons had just vacated.

Tricia got a ham and cheese sandwich, an apple and a cup of coffee. Chris elected for the daily special that was a buffalo chicken wrap and fries.

“I don’t normally eat like a kid, but I’ve got a long day ahead of me.” He said between French fries.

“You look like a guy who can put away poor food and not gain an ounce.” She said, slightly jealous.

“You look like a gal who barely gets time to eat food. I see how much you guys run around here.”

They looked into each other’s eyes. Chris’s blue ones to her honeyed brown. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as she felt her stomach flutter. Was he flirting with her? Was she flirting back?

He reached a hand across the table, the tips of his fingers brushing the back of her wrist. “Hey Tricia. I like you. I’m a forward guy. Can I buy you dinner?”

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“Cum for me baby, right here. Do it!” Tricia cried out, not caring how loud she was in her apartment.

Chris continued rocking his hips against hers in the classic missionary position. Despite her size, Tricia was flexible. She had one leg pinned up on Chris’s shoulder while her other was wrapped around his trim waist.

On her back, she could feel her body shifting with each rocking motion that came from his powerful body. She looked deep into his eyes and he into hers as he leaned forward, placing his hands on the sides of the bed. His chest muscles flexed and he swept his hair back as his neck muscles tensed. Tricia screamed in ecstasy as he thrust himself deeper and deeper within her.

“Babes, turn over.” He said, catching his breath.

She did so and waggled her hips against his pointed member. He waisted no time reentering her sex. She was well lubricated from the oral session he had performed on her moments ago and had already orgasmed twice. He was good. Very good.

“Ugh, yeah. Yeah!” she cried out as his hands snaked out and grabbed her softer hips. She could feel her softer sides melting under his strong hands and felt her padded backside meet the toned steel of his abs. Her lower belly swayed rhythmically, and her breasts bounced off her sweating chest as she leaned forward and gripped the sheets and forced herself against him.

She felt him tense and squeeze himself against her as she felt him spill his seed inside her body.

Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse.

They remained that way for a few moments that felt like years before breaking apart.

She made room for him as she turned to lay on her back and he on his. She marveled at this body that seemed to be chiseled from marble. She took in the contours of his powerful muscles, his hairy chest and abdomen that took nothing away from his awe-struck physique. She spied his toned legs and of course, his large and girthy member, which was now softening, its mission completed.

Lounging in their post-coitus afterglow, Tricia had a nagging thought in the back of her mind that she had to do something important. Very important.

“Oh, fuck!” she groaned. She grunted once, twice before heaving herself out of bed. She had had to submit a document for her online course and had completely been sidetracked by the evening Chris had planned for them. Dinner out, then sex at her place.

“What is it?” he said, raising himself up on one elbow.

Tricia bounded around the room, naked for a moment and headed down the hall. The sound of pitter patter feet a few moments later, signaled her return. She had an opened laptop; her hair was tossed up in a loose ponytail and she was wearing glasses.

“Cute.” He said with a wry grin.

“Oh, shut up.” She snapped but without any malice.

“No, I mean it. I like cute library nerds.”

She smiled and sat down on the bed, throwing a pillow behind her slightly aching back and one across her thighs. She set down the laptop and began to type. “I just need a few minutes.”

She was nearing completion of her assignment when two fingers began to innocently walk up the side of her crisscrossed thighs. She shot him a look, but he didn’t buy it. The fingers continued their quest along the top of her thigh and under the laptop. It was tough to tell whether the heat was coming off the electronic or from within her.

She did not protest when the fingers curved downward towards her sex. She felt the fingers questing through the manicured hair and towards her awaiting cave.

Tricia moaned and bit her lip as she felt him lean in, his lips bearing down on hers.

“Let…me…just…hit…send?”

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Hey Gang,

Thanks for reading this so far.

I will have the rest of this sizzler uploaded on the Premium side of things where you can find out more about Tricia, her new squeeze, Chris, as well as another man she's yet to meet but one she cannot resist.

Can Tricia balance two love lives, manage work and retain her figure?