Sugar

Chapter 1

She’s the kind of sweet that’s almost unbearable, the sort that I might have gone out of my way to avoid if I didn’t like her so darn much. Not too tall, not too short, and more than a little pudgy; always smiling, always cheerful, she is without a doubt the prototypical wholesome and corn-fed, all-American girl next door. The moment she walks through the front doors to the office every morning the whole place brightens up; birds will be singing, music fills the air and sunshine and rainbows abound everywhere you look.

Perhaps I am exaggerating a little bit, but the reality is that Karen Brenner is the sweetest young lady in our office, and I am completely smitten with her. She never has an unkind word to say to anyone, she’s constantly baking things and bringing them in for everyone, and she just radiates goodness.

That’s why what happened a week ago at our business conference was so shocking, and would change the way that I see her forever.


We were just a couple of hours outside of town at some little convention center in the middle of nowhere. We were all staying at the same small and modestly-priced hotel nearby, and so naturally after the day’s big meeting we would all congregate at the hotel bar for some drinks to unwind at the end of the day. On the last night that we were there, I was surprised to see Karen down in the bar, chatting with some of the girls as she sipped on what looked like a piña colada. I was surprised because I never knew her to be a drinker. People from the office would often go out for drinks after work, but she would seldom join us. If she did tag along, she would only stay for a few minutes to be polite, and she wouldn’t drink anything except for maybe a ginger ale.

“Drew!” I heard her call to me as I walked into the lounge that evening. “Come on over and sit with us!” She was her usual cheerful self, but I could tell that the alcohol was hitting her already. Her face was flush and her voice was several decibels louder than normal.

Karen looked even more delectable than usual that night: her thick light brown locks cascading down the sides of her face, brushing over her shoulders like sheets of gossamer hung up to blow in the breeze; her piercing hazel eyes glistening in the dim light of the barroom, her pug little nose and her soft little lips beckoning me with their sweetness. She was wearing a well-fitted business suit accented by a very short skirt that showcased her stunningly statuesque legs perfectly. I felt my mouth go dry as I started to speak, but soon we were talking face to face, and it felt wonderful.

“So, how’s Sandra?” she said to me at one point, turning to take another modest sip from her fruity drink.

“Oh, we broke up a while ago,” I said to her. She turned quickly to look at me, apparently shocked by what I’d said.

“Really?” she gasped. “I had no idea! When did this happen?”

“Oh, it was about four months ago I guess,” I replied, not really wanting to talk about it, but accepting the fact that I really needed to. “Things hadn’t been right with us for a while, and we both just decided it was time to move on.”

“Oh, Drew,” she said, putting a hand on my shoulder, “I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Well, I guess you and I never really had an opportunity until now to talk about it.”

It was true; as kind and as cordial as we all were with one another, we really had no time to pontificate about our personal lives in the day-to-day ongoings around our office. I suppose it wasn’t exactly something I was looking to brag about either. Now, you would think that as much as I was enamored with Karen that I would have made a move to try and ask her out the moment that I became a free agent. Things like that get complicated however when you are dealing with coworkers, and while there was no express rule in our office against dating coworkers, it just seemed like something that I should avoid if possible. Besides, I had no idea whether or not she was single. Even though she didn’t wear a ring or anything, I guess I always pictured her as being somebody’s wife. She just seemed to me to be so — domestic in nature.

I ordered myself a drink, and Karen ordered herself another cocktail, and the two of us sat and talked to one another as if there were no one else in the world but us. In the course of our discussion, she made it known in not-so-subtle ways that she herself was also single. She told me about some older guy she was living with for a while, but said that she left him when she began to feel more like his nursemaid than his lover. Hours had gone by, and we were totally engrossed in one another. As the evening went on, gradually everyone left and went back to their rooms, until it was only Karen and I left in the lounge.

“Boy,” I said, “it looks like we shut the place down.”

“I bet you didn’t think I had it in me, did you?” she kidded, nudging me in my side. We were sitting so close to one another, we were practically breathing one another’s breath.

“You never cease to amaze me, Karen,” I said to her then. We paid our check, and I offered to walk her up to her room.

“That would be nice,” she said softly, her eyes sparkling above her ear-to-ear smile.

We left the lounge and walked over toward the elevator. As we did, I sensed a feeling of unease come over her, as if she were growing nervous. Her smiling face turned to one of worry, and I could feel her body trembling as she leaned against me, ostensibly trying to maintain her balance as she battled with her own inebriation.

“Hey,” I said to her as we stepped onto the elevator, “are you okay? You seem kind of nervous about something.”

She let out a long huff of air and looked up at the ceiling, looking as if she had something on her mind but couldn’t find the right words to express herself.

“Listen,” I told her, “I had a really nice time with you tonight. Truly I did, but I don’t expect anything from you. We’re friends, we’re coworkers, I’m just walking you to your room. We can say goodnight and just see each other tomorrow.”

I had hoped that this line of reasoning would put her at ease, but instead it seemed to make her look even more bewildered.

“Don’t get me wrong,” I continued then, “I find you very attractive, Karen.”

“Do you?” she asked meekly.

“Of course I do,” I responded, “you’re a beautiful girl, Karen. I mean I’d love the opportunity to — “

And that’s when it happened. She threw herself upon me, wrapped her arms tightly around the back of my neck, and kissed me on my mouth like I had never been kissed before. Our lips locked with a passionate fire that could have burned for the ages, our bodies pressed together, the taste of her booze-infused fruit drink washing over me like a dense fog.


Just then I heard a bell ring, and the elevator door opened up. Before I even knew what was happening, Karen grabbed me by my collar and led me down the hallway toward her room. As quickly as she could she reached for her keycard in her purse and opened the door, pulling me inside behind her. Once inside the darkened room, she once again kissed me, pinning me up against the wall and smothering me with her voluptuous body.

“Please,” she gasped as she began kissing and licking me all over my face, “I need you, Drew! Are you going to make me beg?”

I didn’t know what to say; I was quite literally stunned by what was going on. My heart was racing and my breath was quickening, my knees knocking together as I shook in my shoes. As my mind tried to wrap itself around the reality of the moment, I found myself struggling to speak, trying desperately to say something — anything!

“Karen, I — “

“Shhh,” she said, putting a single finger over my lips. “Come here.”

She took me by my hand and led me deeper into the main area of the dark and cavernous suite, reaching for the wall switch and turning the lights on as low as they could go.

“Stand here,” she told me, putting my back against the wall facing out toward the center of the room. She then walked over toward a table with a large mirror hanging over it. I could barely see her in the dim light, but I watched her reach into a bag and pull out a couple of items before stripping herself down to just her bra and panties. Her tits were humongous, barely able to be contained by her brassiere, and her ass and thighs were so thick and round that they made her panties look like little more than strips of twine sandwiched between soft rolls of flesh.

She then took out two hair ties and put her hair up into two long ponytails on either side of her head, then she turned to face me, her giant tits and her soft flabby paunch jiggling wildly as she moved, and she put what appeared to be a dog-collar around her neck. Attached to the black leather collar was a round ID tag with the name “Sugar” written on it.

“You can call me Sugar,” she said in a low breathy voice as she sauntered her way back over to me, her round hips swaying from side to side, “because I’m so very sweet.”

“Okay, Sugar,” I said nervously, still not entirely sure of what was happening. Over the course of the rest of the evening, Karen and I engaged in the most passionate bout of lovemaking I'd ever known before or sense. She completely blew my mind with her thick, curvaceous body; the way she moved and smothered herself against me had me in a seemingly unending state ecstasy.


Hours later we both found ourselves collapsed upon the bed, still huffing and puffing as we lay on our backs, basking in the afterglow of our orgasmic triumph. After a while of not saying anything, I became aware that Karen seemed to be once again getting emotional, a single teardrop trickling down the side of her face.

“Drew,” I heard her say softly, “I want you to know that I don’t do this with just anyone.”

“Me either,” I said.

“I’ve wanted to do this with you for a really long time,” she told me.

“Really?”

“Since the first day I met you.”

“I had no idea. I mean, I’ve always been into you too,” I said, pushing myself over onto my side so that I could see her face. “But like you said, I was with somebody, and I didn’t know how you felt about me.”

Karen, still wearing her dog collar and soaking wet from the sex we’d just had, turned herself over onto her side so that she could see me as well. We both lay mere inches away from one another, gazing into one another’s eyes, trying to make sense of everything we’d just been through.

“You don’t think I’m a freak, do you?” she asked, once again sounding like the shy and innocent Karen I knew from work.

“Oh, you’re definitely a freak,” I said teasingly, eliciting a playful punch in my shoulder from my companion. “I love it though,"I told her, "I really do.”

“I know everyone at work thinks I’m this mild-mannered maiden who bakes cookies and sings karaoke,” she said as she chuckled lightly to herself, “but the truth is I am a naughty, naughty girl. I’m a dirty little slut, and I like it.”

Karen began to move her body close to me once again, the ripe smell of sex radiating from every part of her. “God, you’re fucking sexy,” I groaned as I gave into her advances and once again put my arms around her, kissing her deeply on her lips, our bodies sticking together like we’d been swimming in tacky glue. I felt her pushing me over onto my back, and soon she was climbing on top of me and mounting me like a steed, still stretched out over the expanse of my body as we kissed one another lovingly.

“Drew,” she said as she pulled herself back a bit to look me in my eye again, her face just inches away from mine. “I want to tell you something else.”

“What is it?”

“Whatever happens with us when we leave this place, just remember: be good to me. Just be good to me always.”

Looking up at her magical hazel eyes, my head began to spin as if she were putting me under a spell. My heart was melting inside of my chest as a warm wave of desire swept over me. If I didn’t know any better, I could have sworn that in that very moment I was falling in love with her.

“Be good to me,” she said again, “and I will be very, very good to you.”



After that we made love no less than five more times before we finally passed out. In the morning we got up and took a shower together, groping and tonguing one another as a stream of hot water rained down upon our naked bodies; we simply could not keep our hands off of one another.


As it turned out, Karen had gotten a ride to the conference with one of the other girls from the office. I had my car with me, so I offered to bring her back home, which I did. That was a week ago. Since then we’ve both been completely silent about what we did, not letting on to any of our coworkers about the wild sexual exploits we’d been through on our trip, nor the undeniably magnetic attraction we felt for one another. Of course, I think some of them can kind of tell that something has been going on between her and me. How could they miss it?

Karen and I agreed that we would go out on Friday after work, and I am dying inside. I just can’t wait to get my hands on her once again, silently praying for that moment when five o’clock hits and I can check out for the weekend, knowing that in a matter of moments I will once again be able to get a taste of that sweet, sweet Sugar.



END