Page 19 of Factory Reset

I sped up our motions, thrusting my hips up to meet hers as I dragged her up and down my shaft. Cassie shifted slightly until every motion made her clit slide along my body. After that it only took a few more deep thrusts until she was coming around my cock with another string of swear words.

She squeezed my cock so hard it triggered my own orgasm.

“Cassie!” I shouted her name as I released my cum deep inside her in several long thrusts of my hips. I loved the idea of filling her up with my seed, marking her as mine. Just the thought made me come a little bit more. My vision grew fuzzy with the intensity of it as my heart tried its best to pound its way right out of my chest.

When I finally stilled, Cassie lowered herself to lay on my chest, keeping our bodies connected as she hugged me close. At that moment I knew I could die right now and be perfectly content.

Cassandra

I’d thought I’d had good sex before. Not a lot of it, but some for sure. Until today. Every other sexual experience was mediocre at best compared to what I had just shared with George. We’d created a brand new scale by which I would undoubtedly compare every other sexual experience for the rest of my life.

We lay snuggled together for a long while until I heard George’s stomach growl loudly. I pushed off him, laughing.

“What is it with the males in this house and their digestive issues?” I asked.

“I worked up an appetite fucking your sweet pussy,” George said calmly, like he was talking about the weather.

I loved that about him. He was a hard guy to ruffle. He had one of the most easy-going personalities that I’d ever seen, completely at odds with his intimidating appearance and grumpy face. Or maybe that’s why he was so easy going, because he had nothing to prove. He was such a contrast from his sister, who was a little hyper and excitable. It made me wonder about the rest of his family.

“Are your parents still alive?” I asked curiously. I realized that I’d never heard him mention them.

George shook his head, a fleeting look of sadness crossing his handsome face. “They died a while back, probably about fifteen years ago.”

I immediately felt like a jerk for bringing it up. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about,” he said. “They died in a mountain climbing accident. Avalanche. Josie and I were already grown up and out of the house by then. They died doing something they loved, and I guess that’s all any of us can ask for.”

“What about you?” he asked.

“My parents live in Denver. My brother too,” I responded. “We’re not super close,” I added in an attempt to forestall any questions.

It was probably rude to say that, what with his parents being dead and all, but it was the truth. George lowered his head and pressed a quick kiss to my lips.

“How about we eat dinner before I pass out? You plumb wore me out.”

By the time I got to work Monday morning, I was sore and feeling deliciously used. I’d spent the entire weekend with George, only heading home Sunday night after dinner. We’d spent the weekend talking, walking Bart, watching movies, and having sex. Lots and lots of sex. So much sex that we’d had to order food delivery twice to keep our energy up after we’d pretty much eaten everything in George’s refrigerator.

We both went in to work late on Monday since we were going to be working with the second shift team. I slept in, trying to catch up on my sleep from the weekend, then checked my personal email. To my surprise I had an email inviting me to an interview for a job I’d just applied for a few days before. After confirming that I was available for an interview the following Tuesday I submitted a request for a personal day from my current job.

Then I spent the rest of the morning researching the company I was interviewing with, a management consulting firm in Houston. The job was similar to what I was doing now, helping companies do quality improvement and efficiency work, except I’d be working mostly with clients in the Houston area, a combination of blue collar and white collar workers, depending on the assignment.

I spent Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday nights at George’s house under the guise of us working later and him being worried about me heading home after eleven o’clock at night. While we kept up appearances at the factory, the second we got to his house we were all over each other like horny teenagers. And, in one memorable interlude, I rode him in the front seat of his truck, parked way back in the darkest part of the factory’s parking lot where no one could see us. Hopefully.

Thursday and Friday George and I were going to be working with the overnight shift, so our sleep schedule was messed up. Before we went in to work on Friday night we had dinner with Josie and David. Josie had noticed my absence from the cottage next door, and she questioned us nonstop about our relationship until David finally got her to stop.

For his part, George just shook his head at his sister’s antics, much like he did for his niece.

When we got off work early Saturday morning, I went to George’s house again and spent the rest of the weekend with him. In a short time, we’d almost fallen into a routine like we’d been together for years. I felt more comfortable with him than I’d felt with anyone in my life, and I didn’t want to examine that too closely.

I was pretty sure he felt the same way as I did, but I’d been hurt before, and George was a little hard to read. I’d already learned that he wasn’t one to talk about his feelings and while I wasn’t expecting a declaration of love, I did worry that I was misinterpreting what was happening between us as more than it was. For him anyway.

Even if we were both on the same page about wanting to take things to the next level, we’d only known each other for a month. Plus, I lived in Colorado and worked at a job that kept me on the road about forty-eight weeks of the year. At least for now.

None of that was promising for our long-term prospects.

“You comin’ over tonight?” George asked me on Monday afternoon when we ran into each other in the break room. He had the distinctive red wrapper of a Kit Kat in his hand, his favorite treat.

I looked around, noticing that several people were watching us avidly. It made me really uncomfortable, and my emotions must have shown on my face.