Arlene was introduced to all the workers in all the departments. Baker Construction was quite a large firm, and there were lots of people to meet. Everyone seemed quite friendly, except for old Miss Gretchen Quimby, the bookkeeper, but she was harmless even if a bit gruff.
Arlene sat and chatted with Mr. Harris, and Denise, the girl whose desk was next to hers. She found out that the construction company was building a project at the other end of town, and looked forward to visiting the site later. She did want to see all those gorgeous men with their shirts off as they worked.
"It's awfully quiet today," remarked Mr. Harris, turning to Arlene. "Usually the phones start ringing at nine and don't stop until nearly six. Thank God, though. You can get used to this place without that Goddamn phone ringing every second."
The office staff was quite relaxed and Arlene immediately felt at ease with them all. A couple of girls had brought donuts to the office, and they insisted that she share them. Arlene accepted, and felt as if she had known these people for years.
"Hey, how come the phones aren't ringing?" asked one girl.
"Beats me. Maybe it's a holiday and we don't know it."
"What holiday could it be?"
"My mother-in-law's birthday!" Everyone laughed, except Mr. Harris, who had picked up his telephone to make a call.
"Fuck!" he cried. "No dial tone."
The girls in the office all picked up their phones. In turn, they listened for the tone that would enable them to make a call, and found that every line was dead.
"Goddamn Phone Company!" exclaimed Mr. Harris. "These fucking phones are always breaking down. Now no one can call in and no one can call out. They've finally broken down completely."
Mr. Baker came running out of his office. "What's the commotion?" he wanted to know.
"No telephones, Mr. Baker. The switchboard must be broken again."
"Really? My private line is working. I just made a call."
The phone did work, and all the girls crowded around Mr. Baker's private office so they could make whatever phone calls they had to.
"Don't you think we ought to call the Phone Company?" suggested Mr. Baker. "Let's do that first, and then we can make the other calls."
"No wonder you're president," laughed Denise, "and we're the hired help."
"If you don't get to work instead of crowding around my office, you'll all be the fired help."
"Very funny," said Denise who knew that Mr. Baker hated to fire anyone. But he was right, and she called the Phone Company.
"The fucking phones have always been breaking down," she said as she dialed. "They better send over someone good."
She spoke to a supervisor at the other end of the line who seemed to be not overly concerned with the problems of Baker Construction. "You've got to send someone over this morning," she said. "We depend on the phone."
The guy was giving her a hard time apparently, and Mr. Baker took over from Denise. Mr. Baker not only managed to get the guy to agree to send someone right over, but he demanded the best repairman they had since the other guys could never seem to get the lines working for very long.
"It will be fixed shortly," he said, returning to his work. The rest of the staff settled down, and Arlene found the quiet office a good place to make friends with the staff.
She was busy typing some papers for Mr. Harris when a cheer went up from the front office. "Thank God!" shouted a secretary. "Hey girls, the phone man is here."
Arlene briefly looked up and then went back to her typing. She stopped short. She looked up again. She gasped. She couldn't believe what she saw. The best repairman the Phone Company had was none other than Eddie Brock, the guy she had broken up with. She stared at him. He was working on the lines at the switchboard, and Arlene wondered whether she should go over to him or not. She wasn't sure that the pain had still completely disappeared.
Arlene decided to say hello. She just wanted to hear the sound of his voice. "Hello, Eddie," she said as he was intently concentrating on splicing a cable.
He jerked his head around. He couldn't believe what he was seeing either. "Arlene!" he shouted. "Oh, Arlene, how are you?"
"Fine, Eddie. You?"
"Yeah, I'm okay. I ain't got no complaints. I see you're workin' for this joint now."
"Just started today," she said. "Funny that you had to fix the phones today."
"Yeah, this equipment sure is old. It's gonna always break down until they get new stuff. But how are ya? It's good to see ya, Arlene."
"It's good to see you, too, Eddie," she said. She felt a lump in her throat and knew that her eyes were going to water.
"Hey, get back to the phones!" shouted a girl. "We ain't got all day you know."
"Yeah, sorry," said Eddie as he shifted his attention back to the switchboard. He couldn't seem to concentrate too hard on it though, and he kept looking over his shoulder at Arlene.
He managed to get the phones in some sort of working order, and as soon as he did, they started ringing madly. The office noise level shot way up, and Eddie could hardly hear himself think.
He sauntered over to Arlene's desk where she was trying to type a letter, and just gazed at her.
"You doin' okay?" he asked.
"Sure. You?"
He nodded. "I guess so. You know, I miss seein' you."
She felt as if she was going to cry. She couldn't look up at him. She started to say something and then stopped.
"Hey," he said. "Wanna go out for dinner later? I mean tonight or somethin'?"
"Uh, sure, Eddie," she said, not being sure at all if that was what she really wanted to do.
"Hey, that'd be great!" he exclaimed. "I ain't had a meal I really liked since you left."
"I'd like to do that," she said. "Yes, I'd like to see you." He grinned at her.
"Tell you what," he said. "I'll meet you back here at five. You get off at five?"
"Yeah," she said. "But the phones better work all day, or they're gonna lynch you when you get back."
Arlene couldn't keep her mind on her work for the rest of the day, but it didn't matter because it was her flint day and everyone assumed that she was just nervous about working for a new place.
She let them think that, but her mind was dwelling on Eddie. She didn't know what she would say to him when she met him.
He seemed to be just as ill at ease with her when they walked together down the street. They both wanted to be with each other, but so many things had happened between them, that they didn't know where to start.
They had a slightly awkward dinner, but as the evening progressed, they got more and more relaxed. She was feeling a great deal of warmth for Eddie.
Eddie wasn't sure whether he should ask her back to his place after dinner, because she might turn him don. He wasn't sure what he would do or say to her in that case, but the problem was solved when Arlene asked him if he was still living in his basement apartment.
"Yeah, but it looks different," he said. "A friend fixed it up."
Eddie laughed. "No, but you see this girl that I know, well, she just didn't like it the way it was."
"Oh. And she just moved things around for you. She didn't live with you by any chance?"
Eddie was embarrassed. "Yeah, sort of."
"What do you mean sort of? She did or she didn't."
"Yeah, she did, but not for long. I kept thinking of you, Arlene. I ain't really thought of a girl since you. That girl didn't stay long because she knew I wasn't thinking about her all the time."
Arlene was deeply pleased. "I've thought about you a lot too," she said. "I can't get you out of my mind."
"Yeah, me neither," he replied. They entered his place, and she noticed how carefully it was fixed up. There were pictures on the wall and even a new rug on the floor.
"If you don't like it, you can get rid of it," he said.
"Why?" she said. "It's your place."
"Well, just in case you come back," he said. They sat down on the sofa and briefly touched hands.
Suddenly, Arlene ached to be held in his arms. She was so afraid that he wouldn't want to commit himself to her, that she didn't make a move towards letting him know that, but Eddie just as eagerly wanted her, and as their hands touched, so did the rest of their bodies, and before either one of them realized it, they were embracing quite passionately.
"Oh Eddie!" she cried, "I've missed you."
"Yeah, I missed you too, doll," he said. She closed her eyes and let him kiss her. It felt so good to be touching his lips again. He was going to protect her. She knew that. He felt so good, that she just couldn't let him go.
Eddie became very passionate as they kissed, and he pressed his chest against her body. He could feel her tits pressing into him, and he sprawled out on the sofa with her body under his.
She could now feel that his cock was getting hard. It felt so good to have his prick pressing against her body. She wanted that cock more than she wanted any other cock in the whole world.
Her pussy was beginning to steam up. Her juices started to flow, and she knew that she could never be satisfied again until she had Eddie's hard dick sliding in and out of her creaming cunt.
"Oh, Eddie!" she moaned. "Eddie I want it! Please, Eddie! Please!"
His penis seemed to suddenly stiffen up so much that it almost pushed right out of his pants. He was really horny for her now, and he couldn't wait to push his prick all the way into her juicy nest.
"Eddie!" she cried. "Eddie, I want it! Eddie, oh! Please fuck me, Eddie! I want it so bad! I want it so bad!"
She was close to tears as she felt his pecker pressing deeply into her body. She reached out between his legs, and started to massage the enormous bulge inside his fly.
"That feels good, baby!" he cried. "Ohhh, does that feel real good!"
His prick was about to burst, and as she slowly unzipped his cock, he started to go wild, pushing his meat against her clothing.
He tore at her skirt. She didn't seem to mind at all that he might be damaging the fabric. All she wanted was his prick and balls, and he was eagerly going to let her have it.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Ohhhhhh! Fuck me! Fuck me! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhh! I want that cock! Please fuck me hard! Fuck me harder than you ever fucked anyone! Ohhhh! Please! I want it! I want it!"
Her whole body was writhing and twisting with pleasure as he pressed the tip of his dick against her creamy pussy hairs. She was so wet that her panties actually stuck to her body. She was losing control of herself, and her lubricating juices just flowed wildly out of her cunt.
His penis slid between the folds of her pussy quite easily. Her cunt was hot and red, and he used his fingers to pry apart her cunt lips, making it really easy for his prick to push through.
Arlene went wild as she felt his hard meat pouring into her. She spread her legs really wide, feeling his hard tool pounding into her deeper and deeper. She couldn't get enough of his prick. He was really fucking her now, and she ached for him to push his prick right up her body all the way to her tits. She wanted to be totally consumed by his hard cock.
"Fuck me!" she screamed again as his balls were pressing against her twat. "Fuck me! Keep fucking me! Ohhhhh! I want it! Ohhhhhhh! Fuck me so hard, Eddie! Fuck me! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!"
His penis rammed her cunt hole faster and faster. He was going really wild as he pushed and pumped his organ all the way up her steamy slit. She writhed and throbbed on the sofa, and she wrapped her legs around Eddie's body, hoping to pull him even deeper up her snatch.
Eddie rubbed her tits so hard, that he was leaving red marks all over. Her body was getting roughed up, and yet she loved every minute of it. She had missed his brutality with her. Of all the guys who had ever fucked her, none pleased her like Eddie. His brute masculinity made her pussy juices flow more rapidly than they had with anyone else.
Her whole body was pounded by his prick and balls. He rammed his cock in and out of her slippery pussy. The squishing sounds were the result of his cock plowing into a sea of cunt juice, and he was losing control of himself. He was ready. He was going to come.
His cock went faster and faster. His whole body was consuming hers. His balls slapped hard against her craving pussy, and he rolled onto the floor with her, his prick smashed all the way up her slit, and he started to scream and shout.
"I'm coming!" he yelled as the thick gobs of cream poured out of his dick and flooded her pussy. "Ohhhhhhhh! I'm coming! Ohhhhh! I'm coming!"
He went wild, smashing his cock harder and faster and deeper into his girl's pussy. He had to totally possess Arlene now. He couldn't be satisfied with anything or anyone less.
Arlene screamed as his prick massaged her clit so much that she was in the midst of a wild orgasm. Her pussy juices flowed out of her slit so fast they were forming a puddle on the floor. Her cunt juices were going wild.
Their bodies twisted and writhed together. His cock was continuing to pour hot jism into her cunt, and it seemed as if it would never stop shooting his hot load. He kept his cock inside her snatch for a very long time.
"Oh, Eddie!" she sighed as his prick rested against her tight cunt walls. "Oh, Eddie, I love you!" Tears formed on her eyes as she gazed with love upon the face of the only man for her.
"I love you too, doll," he said. "I mean that."
"Oh, Eddie!" she gasped. She was too choked up to say anymore, but she felt that finally she could be the happy girl she once was. She was going to be even more happy, knowing that she would be with Eddie for the rest of her life. She wanted to stay with him forever, feeling his cock up her slit forever, and only wished that he didn't have to take his prick out of her cunt ever. If only they could spend the rest of their lives in bed fucking and sucking! If only he could stay with her just as he was, while his prick was inside her hole. But however they remained, they would remain together, and she knew that her pussy was going to be Eddie's property. She never wanted to feel another guy's prick inside her cunt as long as she lived.