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	The Package
	by Ann Douglas
       (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

	The large clock on the wall read ten after nine as Julie Sutherland
stepped through the large glass double doors that led to the offices of
Mordmorgan Books.  On a normal work day, the twenty-six-year-old black
woman would already be late but today being Saturday and the day set aside
for the quarterly purging of the files, she was actually twenty minutes
early.  Plenty of time, she thought, to stop off at the break room and grab
a coffee and donut.

	The break room was already half full when she stepped inside.  A few good
mornings greeted her and she returned them with a wave of her hand as she
made a beeline for the open boxes of Dunkin' Donuts that had been set up on
the far countertop.  To her disappointment, it only took a moment to check
each box and discover all the Boston Kremes were already gone.

	"Damn,"  the dark chocolate skinned assistant book editor said under her
breath as she shifted through what was left, not finding anything else that
enticed her interest.  "I was really looking forward to that Boston Kreme
this morning."

	Pouring herself a cup of coffee from the large urn, Julie took in the
room, taking note of who else had arrived early.  Tim Keaton was in of
course, the man practically lived in his office.  He had the ear of one of
the mailroom clerks, Joe Donovan, and was no doubt giving him his latest
speech on why Jimmy Carter was going to be the best President the country
had seen in the last twenty years.

	Moving her attention past Tim and a few others, Julie finally found who
she was looking for, sitting in the far corner.  Dina Malagar, one of the
secretaries, had been her friend almost from the day she had started at the
firm some two years before, but she and the slightly chubby Filipina had
become even closer in the last few months.

	Up until last spring, Dina had been what Julie had imagined was a
statistical improbability in New York City, at least in 1978.  She had been
a thirty-year-old virgin.  A condition eventually rectified when her
long-term boyfriend, Roger Taylor, had broken down and put a ring on her
finger and in doing so, finally gained access to her bed.  Since that time,
Julie had been privately tutoring her friend in the fine art of keeping a
man happy.  Something the younger woman had more than her share of
experience in.

It was true, at least at first, that some of her suggestions had been
shocking to the newly engaged woman, but the proof as they say was in the
pudding and after seeing how well Roger had responded to her lessons, she
eagerly looked forward to the next.  At the moment, Dina had her head
buried in the new John Irving book, "The World According To Garp," and
hadn't noticed Julie come in.

	If Dina was her best friend in the company, then the woman who abruptly
stepped in front of her, blocking her passage, could easily be described as
the worst.  Connie Walker, another assistant editor, was only five years
older than Julie, yet the tall, slim blonde had already been twice
divorced.  She had a well known reputation among both staff and clients of
being willing to go to just about any lengths to close a deal.  Still
wearing a Farrah Fawcett hairdo that was already two years out of date,
she'd twice stolen authors that Julie had worked with previously by opening
her legs to them.  An offering that extended even to those with a wedding
band on their finger.

	Julie's favorite song of late was Odyssey's "Native New Yorker", and like
the girl in the song, she wasn't always a lady, but she was hardly a tramp.
A sentiment that Connie never seemed to care about.  And now, as if she
needed another reason to dislike her, Julie noticed that Connie had on her
paper plate what had to have been the last Boston Kreme.

	"How'd your date go last night?"  Connie asked as she took a bite of the
donut, causing some of the crème to spill out over her lips.

	"It was fine,"  Julie said, not even surprised that the other woman had
known she'd even had one.  She seemed to keep as close a tab on everyone
else's sex life as she did her own.

	"Just fine?"  Connie asked again, her tone suggesting she was looking for
details.

	"Yeah, just fine,"  Julie repeated, giving her a knowing smile as she ran
her free hand across her short, curly black hair and letting her make of it
what she will.

	Julie had gone out with Jeffery Marcus, a salesman from one of their
supply companies that she'd met two weeks before.  A year older, Jeffery
had been cute enough, and hardly cheap considering the trendy restaurant
he'd taken her to.  By the time they'd gone to the New Paramount to see a
late showing of "Heaven Can Wait,"  Julie was looking forward to serving
him dessert back at her place.

	That was where Jeffery had come up short, and she meant that literally.
Julie had never been a size queen, but the last time she'd seen a cock so
small, even in a limp state, had been when she and Tony Grant had gotten
naked in his parent's basement one Saturday afternoon and compared bodies.
The difference being that little game of show and tell had taken place back
in the fifth grade.  Try as he could, Jeffery just hadn't been able to get
her off.  In the end, she had faked it and sent him home happy.

	"I just realized something,"  Connie said as it became apparent that Julie
wasn't going to elaborate any further on her date,  "You love Boston
Kremes, don't you?  And here I took the very last one.  I'm so sorry."

	"No problem,"  Julie replied with a smile and false indifference.  "First
come, first served.  Enjoy it."

	"I guess that's something else we both have in common,"  Connie grinned as
she wiped her lip clean with an outstretched finger.  "We both love the
creamy filling."

	"If you say so,"  Julie replied, ignoring the double entendre Connie
intended her observation to be.  "If you'll excuse me,"  she added as she
stepped around her and continued on to Dina.

	A warm smile filled Dina's face as she looked up from her book and saw her
friend.  Putting the hardcover down, she motioned with her eyes to the
empty chair on the other side of the table.

	"How did last night go?"  Dina asked as Julie settled into the small chair
and placed her cup on the table.

	This time, Julie's answer to the question was a lot friendlier if no more
informative.  Dina of course knew all about where she was going and with
whom because Julie had asked her to cover for her so she could leave if not
early, then at least on time.

	When Jeffery had asked her out, Julie had no way of knowing that  Doug
Clarke, the Senior Editor in her department would be out sick and that
she'd have to cover for him.  Normally, that wouldn't have been a problem
except that one of the other Senior Editors was holding up a package of
proofs that had to be sent to the printers last night as to be run this
morning.  Evidently, he'd taken in upon himself not to trust the job Julie
had done and decided to double check them himself.

	That still wasn't a problem until six o'clock came and went and still the
package hadn't come down.  Not wanting to cancel, or even just delay, her
date at the last minute, Julie had asked Dina if she could wait around and
see that the proofs got to the printer when they came down.  Doug sometimes
let Dina take care of jobs like that so Julie was sure it wouldn't be a
problem.  With Roger away on business until Sunday and no plans for the
evening otherwise, Dina had said that of course she would wait around and
take care of it.

	"You probably had a more enjoyable night with Garp there,"  Julie laughed
in response to a further inquiry by Dina about last night.

	"Well actually,"  Dina smiled, a wicked smile that Julie had learned to
recognize in the last few months as one of contentment,  "Roger
unexpectedly came back early from his trip and ..."

	She didn't have to finish her sentence for Julie to understand.  At least
one of them had been royally screwed last night, she thought.

	"Excuse me, Julie,"  said a brown haired, eighteen-year-old young man that
stepped up to the table and interrupted their conversation.  "I have
something for you."

	Despite the interruption, both Julie and Dina had warm smiles for the
mailroom clerk standing in front of them.  Joseph Donovan had been working
at the firm a little over six months now and was as nice a guy as you could
meet.  Julie had even gone out to lunch with him a few times, just as a
friend of course, and genuinely liked him.

	"It was my turn to bring the donuts this morning and I made sure to put
this aside for you before I laid them out,"  he said as he placed a Boston
Kreme donut down in front of her.

	"You are my hero!"  Julie exclaimed as she stood up and kissed him on the
cheek.

	Joseph sort of blushed as she sat back down.  Then he turned and walked
away, leaving the two women to continue their conversation.

	"That was a really nice thing for him to do,"  Dina remarked.

	"Yes it was," Julie agreed.  "It just goes to show you that there are
still a lot of nice guys out there."

	"It's too bad he's not a little older,"  Dina added,  "I think he likes 
you."

	"Well I like him too,"  Julie replied,  "but you're right, he would have
to be a little older."  she quickly agreed.

	"It's a pity we don't have more girls his age working here."  Dina mused.
"I think the ones we do have all have boyfriends."

	Julie had to smile.  Now that she finally had someone, Dina hated to see
anyone else be alone.

	"Wait a second," Dina said, her round face lighting up,  "Julie Martinez,
that girl who took over for Carmen when she went on maternity leave last
month.  She can't be more than a year or so older than Joe and I've never
heard her say a word about a boyfriend."

	"No, I don't think so,"  Julie replied, her words coming out slowly as if
she was carefully choosing them.

	"Why not?"  Dina asked curiosity.  "From what I can tell, Julie is a
really nice girl."

	"Oh she is,"  Julie answered,  "but it just wouldn't be a good idea.  Just
trust me on it."

	What Julie didn't want to say was that Julie had gone out with her and a
few others from the office for drinks two weeks back.  After just about
everyone else had said their goodnights, the Hispanic woman had asked Julie
if she'd like to continue their drinks back at her place.  The offer had
been pretty explicit, Julie's reasoning apparently being that since she was
only a temporary employee, she could be more open about it than she might
normally be.

	Julie had thanked her but said she wasn't interested.  What she didn't say
was that she'd tried the girl thing back in college, without the benefit of
a few drinks to give her courage or an excuse to blame it on.  While it had
been an interesting experience, it wasn't one she really cared to repeat.
The other girl, an arts major whose name she remembered as Mimi something,
had indeed left her with the most incredible oral orgasm she'd ever had.
But when it had come time to reciprocate, Julie had done so dutifully but
without any real enjoyment.  The bottom line she realized afterwards, that
for her is was all about a hard cock.

	Thankfully, Dina took her at her word and let the matter drop.  Julie
hadn't really wanted to have to explain why it would be a bad idea.  She
didn't have any problem with Julie being a lesbian, but some of the other
people at Mordmorgan might.  A few of them, from comments they'd made at
one time or another, were downright homophobic.  That didn't include Dina
of course but you never knew who might overhear.

	"We'd better get to work if we want to be out of here by noon,"  Julie
said as she glanced at her watch.

	As she and Dina headed for the door, Julie made sure she walked right past
Connie so that she could see that she'd gotten her Boston Kreme after all.

				-=-=-=-

	The remainder of the morning went quick enough, with most of the staff
eager to finish the job as early as possible.  Especially since they all
got paid for half a day no matter how early they finished.  By half past
eleven, Julie's group at least was done.

	"Any plans for the afternoon?"  Julie asked Dina as she dropped the last
of the rubbish into the large rolling basket.  "We could go shopping if you
don't, Macy's is having a big one day sale."

	"Actually, Roger was going to come over for an early dinner,"  Dina 
replied.

	"Just dinner?"  Julie said in  a low voice that only Dina could hear.

	"Well..."  Dina replied in an equally low voice, pausing long enough to make
sure that no one else was close enough to hear.  "I tried that thing you
told me how to do with my tongue last night and he loved it.  He wants me
to do it again tonight."

	"I hope he does it to you too,"  Julie said, her tone growing hard for a
second,  "If he won't reciprocate then ..."

	"Oh, he did it to me too,"  Dina giggled,  "I kind of liked it."

	Julie smiled at the image of a naked Dina and Roger in her bed.  When
she'd first explained analingus to Dina, the older woman had thought it was
the grossest thing anyone had ever suggested to her.  But, after thinking
about it a while, she decided that Julie had been right about just about
everything else she had shared with her.  Evidently she had been right
about that too.

	In the minute or two it had taken for the two of them to have their
private moment, the last of the staff had said their goodbyes and headed
home.  None of them wanted to risk Julie suddenly remembering something
else that had to be done.

	Checking that all the cabinets and desks were locked, Dina and Julie also
headed out to the reception area.  They'd just reached the double doors
when Connie suddenly appeared from the other corridor and called out to
Julie.

	"Oh, I'm so glad I caught you before you left,"  the blonde said.

	"I bet you are,"  Julie thought, adding to herself that Connie had a look
of satisfaction on her face that suggested that someone had just shared a
different sort of creamy filling with her.

	"Mrs. Harris would like to see you in her office before you leave,"
Connie said, her voice reflection the satisfaction on her face.

	Wendy Harris was the owner of Mordmorgan Books, having inherited it from
her late husband some twenty years before and turning it into a highly
profitable and respected publishing company.  In the twenty-six months that
Julie had been working for her, she didn't think she'd had a half dozen
conversations with her that went much further than good morning.

	"What does she want to see me about?"  Julie asked.

	"I wouldn't know,"  came Connie's reply, much too fast for Julie's to
believe her.

	She stared at the other assistant editor for a long ten seconds, until
finally she got a different answer.

	"Well I can't be sure of course,"  Connie said in a tone that meant
exactly the opposite,  "but I think it has something to do with those
galleys that were supposed to be at the printers this morning.  At least
that was what I heard her talking about on the phone before she said she
wanted to see you."

	"What about the galleys?"  Julie asked.

	Connie replied with a silent look that said whatever else she knew, she
wasn't about to share it.  To further accent her point, she pushed between
Dina and Julie and out the doors to the elevators beyond.

	Before the elevator doors closed behind Connie, Julie turned to Dina, a
now worried look on her face.

	"Dina, I guess I should've asked you before, but I figured you'd have told
me if there was,"  Julie said,  "but was there any problem with getting the
galleys to the printers last night?"

	"I don't know,"  Dina said after a few moments hesitation.

	"What do you mean you don't know?"  Julie asked, a touch of what could
only be described as panic in her voice.

	"Well I waited until a quarter past eight and they still hadn't come
down,"  Dina confessed,  "and then Roger called and said he got back early
and he was on his way to pick me up.  I mean I hadn't seen him in almost
two weeks and I didn't want to tell him no."

	"Dina, what did you do?"  Julie said, the fear in her voice even more
evident.

	"Well I didn't just leave and forget about it,"  Dina said defensively.
"I called upstairs and asked when they would be done with them and they
said at least another hour or so.  That was when Connie said that if I had
to go, she'd wait for them in my place."

	"You asked Connie?"  Julie said in disbelief.

	"Yes, she promised me she'd take care of it."

	"Oh God,"  Julie gasped,  "I bet she took care of it alright."

	It had been no secret that Doug Clarke had plans to retire next year, or
that the choice to replace him might very well come down to either Julie or
Connie.  That was another source of the friction between the two women.  By
taking off last night to meet Jeffery, Julie might just have given it all
to Connie on a silver platter.

	"Julie, am I in trouble?"  a worried Dina asked, seeing the look on her
friend's face.

	"No, you're not in trouble,"  Julie said, forcing a smile.  "Everything's
going to be fine."

	If anyone was in trouble, Julie knew, she was the one.  After all, how
could she fault Dina for doing what she herself had done.  It didn't matter
that Doug used to delegate the chore too.  He was a full editor, she
wasn't.  The bottom line was she had been given a responsibility and she
had blown it off because she wanted to get laid.  Now it was time to face
the music.

	"Dina, I'll take care of everything,"  Julie assured her friend.  "You
head home, have dinner with Roger and have some fun.  Everything's going to
be fine."

	"Are you sure?"  she asked.

	"Absolutely,"  Julie smiled.

				-=-=-=-

	Taking a few minutes in the bathroom to freshen up before heading up to
Ms. Harris's office, Julie found herself wishing she'd dressed a little
more conservatively before coming in today.  The denim skirt she'd put on
was okay but the tight white blouse she'd grabbed at the last minute showed
off more of her cleavage than what might be proper at work, even on a
weekend.  Julie had always been proud of her large bust and loved showing
it off.  But in the situation she now found herself, she somehow doubted
Mrs. Harris would appreciate the view.

	There was no one at the desk in the outer office when she entered, so
Julie knocked on the half-open inner door, calling out Ms. Harris's name to
announced herself.

	"Come on in,"  came the voice from the other side of the door.

	Taking a deep breath, Julie did so.

	"Have a seat," the woman behind the desk said,  "I'll be right with you."

	Taking the seat in front of the large mahogany desk, Julie took a few
moments to consider the woman opposite her.  Wendy Harris was in her late
50's, with once dark brown hair now mixed with gray.  Much to her relief,
Julie found that the senior partner was dressed in a pair of shorts and a
summer blouse, making the issue of what she was wearing much less of a
concern.

	Finally putting down the paper she had been writing a notation on, Mrs.
Harris looked up at Julie and did the last thing the younger woman
expected.  She smiled.

	"I was surprised that Connie was able to catch you,"  Mrs. Harris began.
"I'd assumed that you'd already left but when she heard me mention to
someone on the phone that I'd talk to you at my first opportunity, Connie
insisted that she'd seen you downstairs only a few minutes ago and was sure
she could find you.  In fact, she literarily went running out of my office
to do so."

	"Here it comes,"  Julie thought, trying to remember the last time she
updated her resume.

	"I just wanted to say that I was impressed by the way you took on the
responsibility that Doug Clarke's illness left you with,"  Wendy continued.
"Including the lengths you went to make sure that the Myerson proofs made
it over to the printers last night.  Especially after that idiot Wilkes
took it upon himself to go over them, despite the fact that you had already
signed off on them."

	"The galleys went to the printers?"  Julie thought surprisingly.  "I can't
believe Connie really waited for them.

	"But Mr. Wilkes is something that I'll address come Monday,"  Wendy
continued, not noticing the look of utter relief washing over Julie's face.
"There was another matter I wanted to discuss with you and seeing as you
were still here, I figured now was as good a time as any.  That is if I'm
not keeping you from something you had planned?"

	"No, nothing at all,"  Julie quickly said, thinking that after last night,
it would be a long time coming before she put anything else before her job.

	"Well, then let me make it as brief as possible,"  the older woman
continued.  "It seems that Doug Clarke has decided not to return to the
company.  His recent illness has made him reconsider waiting until next
year to retire."

	"I'm sorry to hear that,"  Julie offered, her concern genuine as she
really liked her boss.  "I hope he's going to be okay."

	"He assures me that he plans to have years ahead to spoil his
grandchildren and I'm sure we all wish him the best in that."  she went on.
"On a more practical matter, his sudden decision leaves me with the
problem of replacing him on short notice."

	"I see,"  Julie said, wondering if what was coming next was good news or 
bad.

	"My first thought was to hire a replacement from the outside,''  came the
answer, hitting Julie like a sledgehammer,  "someone that could hit the
ground running and pick up where Doug left off."

	Julie didn't trust herself to say anything at the moment, sure that
whatever came out of her mouth wouldn't be good.  What Mrs. Harris said
next made her glad she kept her silence.

	"But Doug has been on the phone every day this week trying to convince me
that it would be much better to promote someone from within.  That he had
two fine assistant editors, either of which was more than capable of doing
the job."

	That Doug would put Connie in the same category as her surprised Julie.
Then again, perhaps her rival had spread her charms a little wider than she
had imagined.

	"Anyway,"  Mrs. Harris said, drawing the conversation to a close,  "I
finally agreed with him and it was only a matter of deciding which one of
you got the job.  I'm ashamed to say I really don't know either of you that
well and was forced to make my decision just on your records.  As of
yesterday, I still hadn't made up my mind but when I came in this morning
and discovered what had happened with Wilkes and how you dealt with it,
well I knew I had my new editor.  So congratulations."

	"I ...  I don't know what to say,"  Julie said, almost too shocked for words.

	"You don't have to say anything, just don't prove me wrong."  she
finished.  "I'm leaving myself in a minute so I'll see you Monday morning."

	"I certainly won't, Mrs. Harris,"  Julie promised her,  "Thank you, thank
you very much."

				-=-=-=-

	Heading down the stairs, Julie couldn't believe what had just happened.
The irony of it all was overwhelming.  By actually doing what she had said
she would do, something Julie still couldn't believe, Connie had given the
promotion away.

	The lower floor was a lot darker now with only basic lighting still on.
The last of the weekenders had gone home while Julie had been upstairs.  Or
so she thought.  There, in the reception area, stood a solitary figure.  To
her surprise, it was Connie.

	"Connie, I don't know what to say,"  Julie said, promising herself that
whatever happened before between the two of them, they would start over
with a clean slate.

	"Well, how about goodbye?"  Connie said, her voice filled with
satisfaction.

	"Goodbye?"  Julie repeated,  "Connie, I know we've had our differences,
but that's no reason for you to quit."

	"Quit?"  Connie now repeated in confusion, "Who said I was quitting?"

	"But you said goodbye."

	"Yeah, goodbye,"  Connie explained.  "Goodbye to you."

	"Connie, I'm not going anywhere."

	"You didn't just get fired?"

	"Fired?"  Julie said, now even more confused.  "I didn't get fired, in
fact, I was just promoted.  They're giving me Doug Clarke's job.  He's
going to retire now instead of next year."

	"They gave you want?"  Connie said in shock.  "I can't believe that.  Not
when I've been fucking that old man twice a week for months."

	The look that appeared on Connie's face a second later told Julie that was
a little more information than the older woman had actually wanted to
share.  Still, it might have explained the worsening of Doug's heart
problems, Julie thought.  Just a little addition to the irony of it all.

	"If you wanted the job that badly, then why would you cover for me and
make sure the package was delivered to the printers before this morning?"
Julie asked.

	"Are you out of your fuckin' mind,"  Connie called out, losing any
semblance of civility.  "I didn't do any such thing.  In fact, I almost
came in my panties when your fat little friend believed me when I said I
would.  I was out of here ten minutes after she was."

	"Really, well someone did,"  Julie smiled, thinking how nice it was that
her original assessment of Connie had been right all
along.

	"I'd like to find out who,"  Connie said, the anger still in her voice,
"so I can kill the bastard!"

	"Look, Connie, I know you're upset right now, so lets not say anything
else we might regret come Monday morning,"  Julie said after taking a deep
breath.  "Take the rest of the weekend to cool off and we can start with a
clean slate."

	Connie opened her mouth to say something but then closed it without a
word.  She really wasn't ready to quit her job, at least not without having
another one lined up.  And with her actual skills, that might not be so 
easy.

	"Okay, I guess I am a little upset,"  Connie said, swallowing her pride.

	Julie repeated her offer of a new start and watched as the elevator doors
closed behind Connie for a second time.


				-=-=-=-

	"If Connie didn't send it, then who did?"   Julie asked herself for the
tenth time as she sat in the dark and empty office.  She couldn't bring
herself to leave until she figured it out.

	Then it hit her, someone had to sign the shipping form down in the
mailroom.  How could she have forgotten that?  It was so simple.

	As fast as she could, Julie ran to the mailroom, thankful that she had the
keys to open any locked cabinets.  It only took a few minutes to locate the
forms she was looking for, but when she read them, she was even more
perplexed.  There, in undeniable black and white, was her signature,
authorizing the shipment of the galley proofs.

	"This is impossible,"  Julie said to herself as she looked at the form for
a second and then a third time.  "This is my signature.  I'd bet my
paycheck that it was.  How could anyone have copied it so perfectly, they'd
have to have been some kind of ..."

	Then the answer hit her, in the form of a beaten knapsack sitting next to
the mail sorter.  A bag with an equally battered sketchbook sticking out of
it.

	"If his bag is still here, he has to be too,"  Julie quickly thought,  "he
never goes anywhere without it."

	The mailroom was deserted, as had been the outer office she'd passed
through on the way here.  That left only one other place to look.

	Set between the mailroom and the outer corridor was the office supply
room.  The door had been closed when she went by it but as she noted
before, she had the keys to just about every office.


	"Joe, are you in here?"  she called out from the doorway after finding the
lights behind the door on.

	A sound of movement from beyond her vision, around the bend in the L
shaped room told her that someone was indeed in there.  When no one
answered her call, she repeated it.

	Finally, Joe appeared, a look of worry on his face.  In his hands he was
carrying a small basket of supplies.

	"I'm sorry, I really wasn't planning on taking them,"  he quickly said.
"I was just catching up on some work."

	It took Julie a moment to realize what he was talking about, then she had
to suppress the urge to laugh.  The cost of what he had in the basket
couldn't have been more than ten dollars.  There were people who took home
twice that in office supplies to their kids on a weekly basis.  He hadn't
even taken whole boxes of pens and such, just what he needed for his
college classes.

	"Oh forget that," Julie said, "If anyone says anything, tell them that I
said it was okay."

	A look of relief appeared on Joe's face.

	"I've something more important to ask you about,"  she went on.  "Do you
know anything about how the Myerson proofs were shipped out last night?"

	"Is something wrong?"  he asked, not really answering the question.

	"No, nothing's wrong,"  Julie assured him,  "I just want to know if you
knew anything about it."

	Joe seemed to think about it a few moments, then broke down in a 
confession.

	"I know I shouldn't have done it,"  he said, "but after I saw Connie leave
after promising Dina that she'd wait for them, I knew that you'd probably
be in all kinds of trouble for not making sure they went out."

	"You signed my name to the invoice,"  she said, more of a confirmation
than a question.

	"Yes, he admitted,  "I know I shouldn't have but..."

	"Do you have any idea what happened because my name was on those forms?"
she interrupted.

	"I'm  sorry,"  Joe replied.  "I'll go up to Mrs. Harris the first thing on
Monday and tell her that I'm the one who signed it, not you."

	A look of worry flashed across Julie's face.  That was the last thing she
wanted him to do.

	"No, there's no need for that,"  she assured him.  "In fact, what you did
was a good thing.  I'm actually very grateful that you signed my name to
the forms."

	"You are?"  he answered, a sense of relief in his voice.

	"Definitely,"  she smiled.  "I just don't think it's a good idea if you
tell anyone else that you did it.  They might not understand your signing
someone else's name and all."

	Joe seemed to accept that premise, giving Julie a minute to think about
what to do next.  She's certainly fallen into it, getting that promotion
after royally screwing it up.  The only problem she saw was, what if
someone else found out?  Could she really trust Joe not to, even
accidentally, spill the beans?  After all, if she could figure it out, what
would happen if Connie or someone else did too?
Her now beaten rival certainly had a strong enough reason to keep digging
until she found out.  If she was in Connie's place, Julie knew the lengths
she would go to if she wanted to get back on top.

	True, Joe was a friend.  A good one, at least in his own mind.  But what
if something were to change that?  What could Connie offer him that she
couldn't?  It didn't take more than a few seconds to come up with an answer
to that question.

	"Can I go now?"  Joe asked.

	"Actually, I was just thinking that maybe we could go and grab a bite to
eat,"  Julie said,  "so I can thank you for doing me that little favor."

	"That would be great,"  Joe said.

				-=-=-=-


	A late lunch proved to be nice enough, their having gone to a nice casual
restaurant not far from where Julie lived in the East Village, a short
train ride away.  In fact, Julie almost felt guilty having asked Joe under
false pretences since she was actually having a good time.  Still it wasn't
like she was doing anything to hurt him.  In fact, unless she was really a
poor judge of the male character, he was really going to enjoy what she had
in mind for dessert.

	"I had a really great time,"  Joe said as they exited the restaurant.

	"You make it sound like the afternoon's already over,"  Julie replied.

	"Isn't it?"  Joe asked.

	"If you have somewhere else to go I ..."  Julie suggested.

	"Nowhere,"  the younger man answered, cutting her off in mid-sentence.

	"Well in that case, I was wondering something,"  Julie went on.  "You're
always sketching people at work during your breaks, how come you've never
sketched me?"

	"I have offered,"  Joe said, surprised that she didn't remember.  "At
least a half dozen times."

	"You did?"  Julie replied, remembered that indeed he had.  "Well I guess I
forgot because I never seemed to have time at work for things like that."

	"Well if you like, we could sit in the park across the street and I could
do your portrait,"  Joe offered.  "It won't take that long."

	"Those benches don't seem all that comfortable to me,"  Julie countered,
then paused a second as if the next thing out of her mouth had suddenly
occurred to her.  "I know, why don't we go to my apartment, it's only a few
blocks from here.  That way we can both be comfortable while you do my
picture."

	"I guess that would be okay,"  Joe agreed.

	It only took a little over ten minutes to walk over to her apartment,
during which time they'd continued the talk they'd begun over dinner.  Joe,
it turned out was a far better conversationalist than most of the men Julie
had dated over the last year.  He was quite intelligent and even witty once
he got comfortable enough to get over his natural awkwardness.  A prime
example of which he had exhibited back in the supply room when he'd been
caught with the goods.

	Julie lived in a small apartment on the second floor of a six family
walkup.  It was little more than one large room with a small kitchenette
and bathroom but it was all that she needed.  After all, she hardly ever
used it other than to sleep or entertain, and none of those who fell into
the latter ever category ever complained about the small size of her home.

	"Just make yourself comfortable,"  Julie said as she led Joe into her
humble abode,  "Just give me a few minutes to use the bathroom and change
into something a little more comfortable.  Then we can get started."

	Joe just murmured an okay as he sat on the couch and got out his
sketchpad, laying it and a couple of pencils on the small coffee table.
Looking about small room, he didn't even notice Julie had come back out of
the bathroom until she was practically right on top of him.  When he did
look up and see her, the young artist was taken somewhat aback.

	Julie had changed into a thin, almost translucent white robe, the material
of which did nothing to hide her naked body beneath.  Try as he could, Joe
couldn't help but stare at the dark outline of her nipples pressing against
the cloth.  Standing in front of the lamp on the end table, the hairs of
Julie's crotch were even outlined between her legs.

	"Is this okay?"  Julie asked in her most innocent voice.

	"Ah, that would be fine,"  Joe managed to stammer out.

	"Where should I sit?" Julie asked.

	"Over by the light would be good,"  he replied.

	Julie sat on the folding chair that she usually used to drop her clothes
on, moving it into a position so that the light of the table lamp would
fall on her.  After she sat down, she adjusted her robe so that a good
amount of cleavage was visible.

	As he began to draw, Julie had to give Joe a lot of credit.  Few guys she
knew could keep there minds on the task at hand with her not far from naked
and sitting only a few feet away.  The final product, she was amazed to see
having been produced in only a half hour was one she would've gladly have
paid for.  It was that good.

	"I'm impressed,"  she said.

	"I'm glad you like it."

	"Like it, I love it,"  Julie said as she moved from the chair to the
couch, leaning over to give him a thank you kiss.

	This time, unlike the one she'd given him this morning at work, her lips
pressed against his, not his cheek.  Also, as she bent down, her robe
managed to come undone in such a way as to give him a momentary, yet
unrestricted glance of the dark delights beneath it.

	"Oops,"  Julie said as she quickly closed the robe and sat down next to
him on the couch.

	"I guess I owe you another kiss since that one got interrupted,"  she
smiled, leaning closer once more as she said it.

	Now her kiss was slow and soft, her lips brushing against his as she let
her tongue tease his for a fraction of a second.  The kiss she got back
wasn't half-bad either, she thought.

	"That was nice, wasn't it?"

	"Yes it was,"  Joe agreed.

	"Want to try it again?"

	This time he kissed her, and she opened her mouth to admit his tongue.
With a skill she found surprising, the younger man explored the dark
recesses of her mouth.  By unspoken consent, another kiss followed, then a
fourth.

	"This is going to be easier than I thought,"  Julie said to herself as she
again let her robe open and invited him to let his hand slip inside.

	The touch of his hand on her breasts was soft and warm, the tips of his
fingers applying just the right amount of pressure on her nipples to make
her feel a sense of spreading warmth.  It felt so good that Julie began to
feel almost guilty at what she was doing.  She managed to compensate for
that by promising herself that she'd make it up by going further than she
originally planned to.

	Instead of just letting him feel her up and maybe giving him a hand job
before sending him on his way, she'd upgrade that to a blow job.  That way,
when she expressed regret come Monday morning that they'd gone too far in
light of her new managerial position, he'd at least had the memory of that.

	Opening her robe all the way, Joe brought his mouth down to her dark
nipples, sucking on first one, then the other.  Julie let him have his way
for a little while, then gently pushed him back when she felt one of his
hands drop down between her legs.

	"Joe, maybe we're going a little too fast,"  she said, her voice filled
with as much regret as she could manage.

	"I guess maybe we did get a little carried away,"  Joe said, choosing a
reply that she couldn't have scripted better herself.  "It's okay if we 
stop."

	"I'd hate for you to think that I'm the kind of girl who gets a guy all
worked up and then sends him home with a hard-on,"  Julie said, thinking
that much was true.  She couldn't remember the last guy who'd sat on this
couch and hadn't gotten at least a blow job.

	"It's okay,"  Joe said,  "I understand."

	"No it's not okay,"  Julie retorted.  "Girls like that should be ashamed
of themselves."

	"You don't have to ..."  he started to say, but she cut him off.

	"You do have a hard-on, don't you?"  she found herself saying.  After the
way she'd thrown herself at him, she'd hate to think he didn't.

	"Yes, I do,"  he said, almost in embarrassment.

	"Then let me at least take care of it for you,"  Julie said,  "it's the
least that I can do after getting you all worked up."

	No one would ever believe this, Julie thought.  This guy really was one of
a kind.  He had a hard-on and she had to practically beg him to let her get
him off.

	"Are you sure?"  he asked.

	"Trust me, I'm sure,"  she replied.  "Now why don't you just sit back and
relax and let me take care of everything."

	Giving in, Joe did what she said and Julie quickly opened his belt and
pulled down his zipper to get to the package beneath.  Reaching into his
shorts, she found his hard cock and pulled it out into the light.  In that
moment, she was sure she was seeing things.

	"Blessed Mother!"  she exclaimed, her choice of words in this particular
situation hardly to the sort of things the nuns at
Saint Matthews would've approved of.  Yet, if somehow one of the good
sisters found in their hand what she held in hers, Julie was sure they
would've understood.

	From the time she'd first become aware of boys, Julie had heard those
mythical stories about guys with ten inch cocks.  It was true that some men
were more endowed than others, with a few being amply so.  But nowhere,
even in a movie where she was sure they'd enhanced it with trick
photography had she ever beheld anything like the cock in her hand.

	If not ten inches, Joe had to be at least nine, with a girth  that she
could barely cover with the length of her fingers.  Running her fingers up
and down its span, she finally convinced herself that it was real.

	"It's okay, I've gotten that reaction before,"  Joe said, his voice a
little disheartened.

	"What reaction?"  Julie asked.

	"That I was some kind of freak,"  he replied.

	"That you were a what?"  she said in surprise.  "What idiot told you
something like that?"

	"Most of the guys in high school use to say things about me, when we
changed in the locker room,"  he explained.  "They said it wasn't normal
for a guy's thing to be that big."

	"I take it none of them were as big as you,"  Julie commented.

	"No, they were all normal size."

	"Honey,"  Julie smiled as she still held his cock in her hand,  "you're as
normal as any of them.  Just a little more gifted.  Do you think I'm a
freak because my boobs are bigger than most of the other women at work?"

	"No, your boobs are beautiful,"  Joe instantly answered.  "I mean your
breasts."

	"It's okay to call them boobs,"  Julie laughed.  "Or tits, melons or
anything else you want to call them."

	'I like thinking of them as tits,"  Joe admitted.

	"Then tits they are,"  Julie assured him.  "What guys call them doesn't
bother me, only if they stop paying attention to them."

	Joe had to smiled at that.  He hadn't been able to stop staring at them
all afternoon.  Back in the restaurant, with the top four buttons of
Julie's blouse undone, the teenager had an almost continuous erection
staring at the deep valley on display.

	"This, however," she said as she lifted his erection high,  "can only be
called a cock.  None of the other words people might use could hardly do it
justice."

	Joe smiled again, partly because of what she said, and partly because her
fingers were still running up and down his cock.

	"Joe, you said the guys told you that you were a freak,"  Julie went on,
"but didn't you ever have a girlfriend?"

	"Well, sort of,"  he answered.

	Julie didn't ask for an explanation of that, at least not verbally.  The
look on her face, however, caused him to give one.

	"I had a girlfriend in high school, Jenny was her name," he explained,
"but we never did anything.  I mean we would make out and all, and she'd
even jerk me off, but she said there was no way that I was going to put
anything that big inside of her.  If she felt that way, I figured the guys
had been right after all."

	"Jenny was a much of an ass as those guys,"  Julie said in a sharp tone,
then lessened her harshness as she reconsidered what she'd said.  "No, I
take that back, she might've been just scared.  Losing your virginity can
be scary for a girl without having to contend with someone as endowed as..."

	Julie paused in mid-sentence as she realized something.

	"What a second," she said, "does that mean you've never been with ..."

	"No, I've been with a girl before,"  Joe cut her off.

	"And..."

	"When I was sixteen, my sister, Nancy's friend, Karen let me sleep with
her as a birthday present,"  he explained.  "She was older than me, 
nineteen."

	"That was a hell of a birthday present,"  Julie noted.  "Why did she do
that?"

	"I'm not sure,"  Joe admitted,  "but she had somewhat of a reputation as a
slut.  I just figured she'd screw anyone."

	"I see,"  Julie smiled,  "and did she say that you were a freak too?"

	"No, she didn't," Joe replied,  "but like I said, everyone said she was a
slut so I guess she just didn't care what it looked like."

	"Oh I'm pretty sure she cared alright,"  Julie mused.  "By any chance, did
she ever see you naked before that."

	Joe turned almost beet red at the question.  Clearly the answer was one he
found embarrassing.

	"Oh come on, you can tell me,"  Julie assured him.  "After all, aren't we
friend?"

	"Well,"  Joe said after taking a long breath,  "she and my sister sort of
walked in on me while I was playing with myself one afternoon."

	"How did that happen?"  Julie wondered.  "Haven't they ever heard of
knocking?"

	"I was... "  Joe started to clarify then paused again with embarrassment.
"I was doing it in her room with a pair of her dirty panties."

	"I see,"  Julie said, trying to sound as nonjudgmental as she could, even
as she tried to imagine the sight of the sixteen-year-old  Joe laying naked
in his sister's bed playing with his cock and her soiled underwear.

	"You might not realize this,"  Julie said,  "but you're hardly the first
teenager to check out his sister's lingerie or try to get a look at her.
In fact, my own little brother was always trying to look down my blouse or
catch me in a bra or better yet topless."

	"He was?"

	"Positively,"  she replied, smiling as she remembered some of those times.
"In fact, it was sometimes so much of a turn on, I even let him catch me
without my top a few times.  He only got a quick look at most, but I can
imagine he spent a long time jerking off to it."

	"Damn."

	"Just out of curiosity,"  Julie asked,  "how long was it after they'd
walked in on you that Karen offered to sleep with you?"

	"It was that weekend,"  he answered.  "I remember because up to that
point, I didn't even think she liked me."

	"And what did your sister have to say about all of that, was she mad at
you for a long time?"

	"That was another funny thing,"  Joe stated, "she never mentioned anything
about any of it again."

	"Did she know that you and Karen had...?"

	"She had to, she was the one who drove me over to Karen's house when our
parents though we were going to the movies."

	A wicked thought flashed through Julie's mind, one that she dared not
actually consider out loud.  She was pretty sure, however, that Nancy had
been totally envious that Karen was able to do something about the prize
they'd stumbled across and she couldn't.  If she'd been in her place, Julie
wasn't totally sure she would've cared that Joe was her brother.

	Thankfully, she was never in that position, and more thankfully, there was
nothing standing in the way of taking advantage of that fact right now.

	"Joe, do you remember what I said before about that maybe we were going a
little too far?"  Julie said, still holding tightly onto his cock.

	"Yes."

	"Well I want you to just forget I ever said it,"  she said with a broad 
grin.

	A smile that was instantly reflected on Joe's face.

	"Oh and one other thing,"  she added as she reached up with her other hand
and again pulled his face closer to hers,  "you might not believe it , but
there have been more than a few times in my life that some people
considered me a slut too."

	Just before their lips met, Joe's smile grew even brighter.

				-=-=-=-


	After they'd kissed a while longer, Julie broke their embrace and told Joe
to give her a hand with the pull out couch.  It only took a few minutes to
move the other furniture out of the way and lift the mattress out to its
full length.

	Then, taking a few steps back,  she again opened her robe, this time
taking it totally off and dropping it on the floor.  Her hands at her side,
she turned her body left and right to give Joe a really good look at her.
To say he was really impressed would be an understatement.

	Rounded breasts, full and large, stood firm on their own, capped by puffy
nipples that Julie liked to think of as her own Hershey's kisses.  A slim
waist rested between her hands, below which was a small, tightly trimmed
bush with hair that was as dark, short and curly as that on her head.  Joe
had never even seen a picture of a black girl naked and let out a soft sigh
of appreciation.

	Stepping up to Joe, Julie reached up and began to undo the buttons of the
long sleeve shirt he was wearing.   It came off quickly enough and once he
was down to his undershirt, she pressed her body against his and kissed him
again.

	"You know what they say, don't you?"  she asked softly as their lips 
parted.

	"No I don't," he replied, having no idea what she was referring to.

	"That once you've had black, you never go back,"  she laughed.  "Are you
sure you want to take that risk?"

	Not really waiting for an answer, she leaned forward and kissed him once
more, letting him wrap his arms around her naked body.  She could feel his
hands slide down her back, coming to rest on the cheeks of her ass,
squeezing them tightly.

	"That's right baby," she whispered into his ear,  "you can put your hands
anywhere you want."

	Joe smiled and blushed at the same time, but his hands held firm.

	Sliding her hands down to the button and zipper of his jeans, Julie undid
the pants Joe had just closed up to open the couch.  Squatting,  she pulled
his pants all the way down, followed a moment later by the boxer shorts
beneath.  Her eyes opened once more in appreciation as his cock bounced
free, its full length hanging only an inch from her face.

	Julie kissed the head of his cock, washing her tongue across its width.
She closed both hands around its base, holding it tight as she opened her
mouth wide.

	"Hmmmm,"  Julie moaned loudly as she tied to take as much of his manhood
into her mouth as she could.  It certainly was a challenge, but one she
rose to as fully two thirds of its length disappeared within her.

	Joe sighed deeply as he felt her warm lips wrap around his cock, sliding
her head back and forth.  Jenny had played with and licked him many times,
but she had never been able to take him so far inside her.  The most she
had been able to do was fit his crown inside her mouth.  Not even Karen had
been able to suck him like Julie was now.

	At the same time, her interlocked fingers moved up and down, pumping his
cock.  She didn't think it possible, but she could swear he was growing
even harder in her mouth.  Her practiced tongue ran around the underside,
causing his balls to cry out for release.  A release she wasn't ready to
give him as she tried to take him even deeper.

	"Oh God, Julie,"  Joe cried out as he felt weak in his legs, "that feels
so fuckin' good.  Don't stop, please don't stop."

	Stopping was the last thing on her mind, Julie thought with a grin.  And
if Joe thought his cock felt good in her mouth,  wait until he found out
what it felt like in her pussy.  But first things first.

	Julie wrapped one hand around his balls, the other still sliding up and
down his length.  She squeezed them tightly, holding his climax in check.

Relaxing the muscles of her mouth, Julie plunged down on Joe's cock and
began to suck it even more wildly.  She could feel every muscle of his body
tense as he inched ever closer to an explosion.

Just as Joe was sure he couldn't take anymore, Julie released both hands'
grip on his cock and balls and slipped down around to his ass.  Fingers
outstretched, she grabbed his cheeks as she again swallowed his hardness.
Never had she enjoyed a blowjob more.

"Julie, I'm going to come!"  Joe cried out, dizzy with excitement.

Prophetic words as only a few thrusts later, Julie felt his cock tremble as
his body tensed up, all resistance to his climax now gone.  The sweetness
of his orgasm filled her, a delicious treat she devoured eagerly.

	"That was wonderful,"  Joe exhaled noisily as his spent cock slipped from
her mouth.

	"It certainly was,"  Julie smiled back as she rose to her feet, her right
hand coming up to the corner of her mouth where a small smudge of whiteness
rested against the dark of her skin. Wiping it into her mouth with an
outstretched finger, she licked it clean.

				-=-=-=-

	After helping him out of the last of his clothes, Julie took Joe by the
hand and led him over to the waiting bed.  The two of them stretched across
it as she again playfully ran her fingers up and down his cock.  She
couldn't help but be impressed that even after coming so forcefully, he was
still quite erect.

	Joe reached out a moment later, running his fingers across her breasts and
down her stomach.  They quickly came to rest on her damp mound and he
gently bushed the curly hairs that rested atop it.

	"Remember, I said you can touch me anywhere you want,"  Julie said as she
moved her hand from his cock and laid it across his hand on her sex.

	Holding it firmly, she moved his hand back and forth, pressing his fingers
against her pussy, covering them with her wetness.  Slowly, he began to
take up the motion on his own.

	"Oh yes, that feels nice,"  Julie said as she pulled back her own hand.
"Your hand feels so good on my pussy.  Can you feel how wet you've made me?"

	Joe answered with a wider smile.

	"Just think how nice my pussy is going to feel when it's wrapped around
that big, hard cock of yours,"  she added as encouragement.

	As he continued to rub her, Julie slipped her hand behind Joe's head and
guided him to her closest breast.  His mouth closed on her dark candy,
sucking it hard and letting his tongue roll over the tip.  Nibbling at it
slightly, the teenager caused the older woman to shudder with pleasure.

	Joe moved his head closer, taking as much of her flesh as he could in his
mouth.  Moving back to her nipple, he ran the tip of his tongue in circles
around it,  adding to the pleasing warmth that was spreading outward from
between her legs.

	Joe moved his free hand to her other breast, cupping the smooth flesh in
his palm.  His mouth followed as he enveloped her nipple and began sucking
on it, repeating the treatment he'd rendered on her other mound.

	"That's it,"  Julie purred,  "play with my nipples, suck them hard."

Encouraged by her words, Joe continued to hungrily suck at both breasts,
alternating between soft and hard touches.  He could feel the excitement in
her, and the effect his dual massages were having on her.

"Can I lick your pussy?"  Joe unexpectedly asked.

"Have you ever done that before?"  Julie asked in surprise.

"Oh yes, Karen showed me how and Jenny used to let me practice on her all
the time,"  he replied.

"I'll just bet she did,"  Julie thought but didn't say, answering that of
course he could.

Laying back against the mattress, Julie spread her legs in invitation,
letting him get a real good look at her treasure.  Joe studied it intently,
having never seen a black girl's pussy before. The hues of flesh were
different of course, but other than that, the only real difference he could
see was the tightly coiled stands of black hair above it.

The teenager moved in closer, spreading his way with outstretched hands.
Julie watched with anticipation as his head disappeared between her legs.
As he had done before, he extended two fingers into her, pumping them back
and forth a few times. Julie let out a soft move as she felt her sex
tighten around them.

After repeating that motions a dozen or so times, Joe withdrew his fingers
and brought them to his mouth.  Quickly he licked them clean, a wide smile
forming on his lips.  Both the taste and scent of the woman before him were
intoxicating and with no further delay, he brought his head closer and
pressed his tongue deep inside the passage his fingers had created.

"Oh baby, yes!"  Julie cried out in delight as she felt the wetness of his
tongue lap against her inner walls.   "Lick it, lick my pussy."

Closing her eyes and bathing in the pure pleasure of his tongue, Julie was
amazed at how good the younger man was.  His darting probe seemed to be
everywhere at once, especially her most sensitive spots.  In no time at
all, he found her clit and closed his lips around it, sucking and nibbling
at it with practiced skill.  Her body shivered with satisfaction as he
drove her even wilder with each passing minute.

"He used to do this for Jenny and she never let him fuck her,"  Julie
thought in a moment of clarity.  "I take back what I said about her before.
The girl was a cock-teasing cunt!"

Joe's mouth and tongue continued his gratifications, making her wetter with
each repetition.  Julie felt so excited that she couldn't wait any longer.
Reluctantly taking hold of his shoulders and pushing him back, she cried
out that she needed his cock right now!

With Joe now flat against the bed, Julie swung her legs over his body and
positioned herself so that her back was to him.  Her hand closed around his
hard cock and positioned it at the entrance of her saturated pussy.  She
rubbed herself against its head, covering it with her nectars until it slip
effortlessly just past the folds of her sex.

"Oh fuck!"  Joe exclaimed as she moved a little lower and began to take him
inside her.

Julie's reaction was similar if non-verbal as she felt his largeness fill
her.  She'd never been with a guy this big before, but had practiced with
toys of equal dimensions so her ability to accomplish her task was never in
doubt.

Up and down she slowly moved, dropping lower each time as his presence
became more familiar and comfortable.  The walls of her pussy pressed tight
against him, but offered no restriction to his movements.

Her pace quickened until she could take him without conscious effort. Now
the fun really began for both of them.

"Fuck me, lover!"  Julie yelled as she bounced up and down,  "I want you to
shove that cock as far up inside me as you can!"

Joe was more than eager to respond to her request, his entire body
trembling with excitement as he lifted his ass off the mattress and thrust
upward.  Julie met him halfway and the radiating effects of their collision
were delightful.

Faster and faster they moved. Sometimes in concert, others in opposition,
but all in orgasmic fury.  Julie lifted herself half-way off him on an
upward stroke and twisted her body a hundred and eighty degrees around.
Now they were face to face as she once more dropped her dark body down on
his, swallowing his manhood deep inside her.

Sweat ran down their bodies and mutual moans of enthusiasm spilled from
their lips.  They were like two animals in heat, reduced to the most simple
of passions.  Her large breasts bounced unrestrained in the air as her
hands pressed hard against his chest to help maintain her balance.  Joe's
hands were likewise tight around her waist, helping her as well.

"Get on top of me,"  Julie cried out, "I want you on top of me."  She
repeated.

Joe wrapped his arms tightly around her and changed positions without
slipping out of Julie.  As soon as he was sure she was ready, he picked up
right where they left off, slamming his cock into her so hard that the
pullout bed bounced.  Their bodies interlocked in a tight embrace as Julie
lifted and then wrapped her legs around his waist, coming to rest just
above his ass cheeks.

Back and forth they rocked, shared passion washing across both their
bodies.  Her breasts pressed hard against his chest as Julie held him tight
with her hands and her body itself.  She moaned loudly, caught up in the
fires overtaking her.  It was impossible to offer further encouragements,
words now being beyond the two of them.

Breaths grew even shorter and hearts raced.  Joe knew he was near climax
but Julie was even closer.  Her body exploded as ripples of orgasmic
delight ripped across her.  It seemed like they would never stop as Joe
continued to plunge deep within.  Even as the tremors started to subside,
still he went on.  He was so close that it seemed impossible for him to 
stop.

But somehow, Julie's voice cut through the fog surrounding his brain when
she cried out for him to pull out of her.  Only the fear that he had
somehow hurt her was he able to override his desire to come.

But Julie wasn't hurt, she just had another finale to their afternoon
delight in mind.  As soon as Joe was out of her, she grabbed his cock and
began to frantically pump it up and down.  It didn't take much since he was
about to climax whether she touched him or not.  What her fevered action
did do was to direct his eruption all over her body, covering her stomach,
her breasts, and even her face with droplets of milky white.

Covered in their exertions, the two just curled up again each other and
closed their eyes.  The sun would have already set by the time either of
them opened them.

				-=-=-=-


"Oh wow!"  Joe exclaimed as, finally awake, he looked down at Julie and saw
her covered with his climax.

"Wow is right,"  she echoed in a much more subdued voice as her hand rubbed
across her breasts and down to her stomach.

"I didn't think I had that much in me,"  Joe laughed.

"Oh I'm pretty sure a big boy like you has plenty to spare,"  Julie grinned
back at him as she slid out from under him and off the bed.  "I think I'm
definitely going to need a shower to clean this all off."

Without thinking, Joe nodded his agreement, slightly in shock at the
suggestion that she wanted to do it again.  He was even more surprised when
she turned her head after taking a few steps toward the bathroom and asked
if he wanted to join her.

It was a tight fit in the old fashioned bathtub which also had a showerhead
and curtain, but neither of them were about to complain.  It only took a
few seconds under the warm spray to wash away the fruits of their joining
from Julie's body.  Once done, she took a bar of soap and a washcloth and
quickly covered both of them with a thick film of soap, paying special
attention to his cock and balls.

The fingers of both hands continued to play with his cock, and in no time
at all, the deflated organ began to stiffen once more.  Satisfaction filled
Julie's face, while amazement filled Joe's.

"See, I told you we weren't done yet,"  she laughed.

Joe knew that, despite his unexpected reawakening, he still wasn't really
ready to go at it again.  But given a little time to catch his breath, so
to speak, and he was sure that he would be.  Until then, he would just have
to keep the fires burning.

Sliding behind her and reaching out with his hands, Joe closed them against
Julie's soapy breasts, feeling the warmth still residing in them.  Covering
his palms with soap, he worked his way down her body, massaging her flesh.
One of his favorite fantasies had been to shower with a girl and now that
it had come true, he wanted to make the most of it.

Julie seemed quite willing to respond as she tilted her head back and
kissed him, softly at first, then much harder.  His hands now reached
between her legs and he rubbed one of them back and forth, all the way
around to the crack of her ass.  Julie spread them wide, giving him easier
access.

Dropping to his  knees, he wiped away the soap and kissed the cheeks of her
ass.  A second kiss followed as he pulled apart the dark mounds, exposing
the tight hole between them.  In a flash, much to Julie's surprise and joy,
his face pressed between the fleshy orbs and his tongue slipped right into
her ass.

"Oh God yes!"  she moaned loud, thinking how only a few days ago she had
been telling Dina how this was one of her favorite things and how few men
were willing to do it.

The water from above streamed down her back and across Joe's face as he
continued to lick her asshole, the tip of his tongue working its way
inside.  At the same time, with one hand against the wall to hold her
steady, Julie reached for her clit and began to work that furiously.

It only took a few minutes of this to again work Julie up to a fevered
pitch.  Instructing Joe to stand back up, she reached back behind her and
closed her hand around his cock.  She was pleased to find that it was again
as rock hard as when they had started only a few hours before.

Leaning forward, she grabbed the sides of the old metal tub and, spreading
her legs wide,  braced her feet against the rubber mat on the floor.  Hot
water continued to wash over them as, per her instructions, Joe took his
cock in hand and once more pressed it against her pussy.

"Do it quickly, in one stroke,"  she ordered, sure that she could handle it.

Joe did as he was told and after one mighty plunge, began thrusting in and
out of her with abandon.  His balls slapped against the cheeks of her ass
like the beat of a drum, keeping time with her cries of bliss and urgency.

"Faster, harder,"  she urged him, crashing her body to meet him halfway.
"Fuck me harder!"

On and on they went, both knowing that it wouldn't take long for both to
reach orgasm.  And in the back of their minds, both knew that once they
were done, they would do it again.  In fact, it would be several more
agains before the weekend was over and the real world beyond these walls
intruded back on their lives.

Neither of the new lovers were under any illusions about what they were
doing.  This was not a romance under any circumstances, they both agreed
during lulls between their lovemaking.  They were just two people whose
friendship had taken on a physical dimension.  And that, both decided, was
something that they could live with.

				-=-=-=-


	Come Monday morning, Julie had hit the ground running in her new job and
by the close of business was totally exhausted.
She couldn't remember the last time she'd worked so hard.  It was going to
take at least a week of late nights to clear away the backlog of things
Doug Clarke had left her to do.  Still, she couldn't remember the last time
exhaustion felt so good.

	"No, let me rephrase that,"  she thought to herself as she poured another
cup of coffee and promised that she would only work on the papers in front
of her another hour at most, "I can't remember the last time I felt so good
about being exhausted from work."

	Joe had classes tonight and tomorrow but they had already made plans to
spend Wednesday night together.  It was a date she was sure to keep, even
if she had to pull all-niters the next two days to make sure.  That was
another kind of exhaustion that she was looking forward to.

	Looking up from the desk in her new office, Julie was surprised to see
Connie standing in the doorway.  They had barely exchanged a dozen words
that hadn't been work related all day and as long as her rival was willing
to make the best of the situation, Julie had promised herself that she
would too.  Besides, sitting behind the big desk had already given her a
different perspective.  It would be foolhardy to disregard Connie's talents
just because she was a first class cunt.  Personalities aside, Julie had
learned from going over the files that contrary to many people's opinion,
herself included, Connie was actually a first class editor.  Maybe even as
good as she was.

	"Did you want to see me, Connie?"  Julie asked, motioning with a wave of
her hand that she was welcome to come in and have a seat.

	"I'll stand if you don't mind,"  Connie said, her tone civil but carrying
just the slightest trace of hostility.  "This will only take a minute."

	"Suit yourself,"  Julie said, putting aside the file she was working on to
give the woman her full attention.

	"I just want to tell you that I finally figured out who covered your ass
with the Myerson package Friday night,"  Connie said, leaning forward on
Julie's desk and speaking low enough that her voice didn't carry far.  "It
was that little faggot Donovan down in the mail room.  He's got such a case
of puppy love for you that he'd kiss your ass in Macy's window if you asked
him to."

	"Joe Donovan is not gay,"  Julie interrupted her in a strong voice,
thinking that she above anyone else could be sure of that,  "but even if he
was, I don't  ever want to hear you refer to him or anyone else in that
manner.  As long as I'm in charge of this department, every employee is
going to be treated with respect, even you."

	"Fine,"  Connie said,  "but both you and I know he's the one.  And as soon
as I can figure out a way to get him to admit it, you're going to be out of
here so fast that it's going to make your head spin.  Trust me,  I'll find
a way to make him tell me the truth."

	"Connie, Connie,"  Julie smiled,  " you can believe whatever fantasy you
want to believe, as long as it doesn't interfere with your job performance.
But if I find out you're harassing Joe or anyone else, you might be the
one who finds themselves out of here."

	"Oh don't worry,"  Connie assured her,  "I'd never give you cause to fire
me, if only to deprive you of the satisfaction.  I just wanted to point out
that he's just a boy and I'm a woman - all woman.  I don't think it'll take
much to make him see my side of things."

	"You're welcome to try,"  Julie thought as Connie turned without another
word and left her office,  "but as long as I'm taking care of his package,
there's little chance you're ever going to find out about the Myerson
package.  And I intend to be taking care of his for a very long time."

	Before she again buried herself in paperwork, Julie took a few moments to
again consider the plans she had for young Mister Donovan. She wasn't going
to be greedy, she'd already decided that much.  No, she'd introduce him to
other women soon enough.  Unless she was very wrong, and she rarely was in
such matters, Joe was going to find himself quite popular in a very short
time.  And if somewhere along the way he found someone special, well then
so much the better.  He definitely deserved that.

	For the moment at least, he was her special little, no make that big,
secret.  One that she was going to make the most of while she could.
Picking up another pile of papers, she shifted back into work mode.
Wednesday night, she reminded herself, was only two days away.

END

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