on a regular morality check.
After he passed on, it almost didn’t seem to mean anything anymore. Who should
I have to be a good person for since he was no longer there? Mom wasn’t
anything close to the epitome of any virtue; more importantly, she couldn’t
care less what kind of a person I was turning into, as long as I showered her
with gifts and nice fat checks.
What Aria had just said really startled me, because
the truth of the matter was that my heart had nothing to do with anything I was
doing for her; a whole another organ was responsible for my actions. But she
knew that. And I had never made any attempts to conceal my true intentions.
That’s what surprised me the most: she thought I was a decent person, despite
my intentions! Maybe she was just sucking up to me, maybe she just needed
something, maybe she was just playing a game. The cynical part of me had all
these suspicions, but somehow they didn’t seem to matter in the face of the
knowledge that there was at least one person in the planet that didn’t think I
was a total and complete douchebag. And that meant a whole lot more to me than
it should have. Which made me wonder if what I was supposed to tell her next
was a good idea.
“You are getting published,” I said as though I was
merely complementing her hair.
She looked confused for a few seconds, and then
looked behind her as if to check if I was talking to someone else. Then she
looked at me, followed by my computer and I watched in satisfaction as her eyes
widened in realization and her whole face turned as bright as the daylight. Her
gasp was loud enough to echo throughout the whole office building, and she
probably realized that and covered her mouth.
“How?” It came out as a little squeal.
“I sent your abstract to the Economics Journal.”
“The Economics Journal?” She was practically
shouting.
“Yep, it’s published at my alma mater.”
“Of course!” she exclaimed, realizing where I had
gone to school. “But, but, would they just like-“
“Not usually,” I said slowly. “But they review
anything that comes from me directly and they were blown away by your ideas.
And when I say blown away, those were the words used by the editor in his
email, which I have forwarded to-”
I cut myself short because she lunged on to me and
gave me a very tight hug. I could hear her sniff as she grabbed my body with
her tiny little hands. I tried to control myself, but just feeling her smooth
skin against my hands, her perfectly perky breasts against my torso, and her
soft skirt rub against my crotch was enough to make me forget what the
conversation was about, what was happening right now, or even what day of the week
it was. All I knew was I wanted to rip her dress up right there and shove my
hands into her panties, shove my fingers deep inside her as I kissed her
breasts until they were sore. Then I would throw her on the couch and fuck her
like she had no idea was possible, deep and fast and I would come inside her
sweet-
She jerked apart from me, probably able to feel my
excitement through her skirt.
“Okay, that’s all for hugs, I guess,” she said, her
voice almost shivering. Wow, was she…
I studied her face; it had turned a very deep shade
of red. Her right arm was tugging nervously at the hem of her skirt and she was
looking squarely on to the ground. She wanted it too! If there was anything I
knew about women, it was the look of desire on their faces, and right now,
Aria’s face was nothing if not complete and utter longing. Should I say
something? Was now my only chance?
If a simple hug could cause her to react this way,
wait until I kissed her; she would melt. I felt a slight disappointment at the
thought of the game getting easier, but knowing Aria as much as I had gotten to
know her, just because she wanted it didn’t mean she would just give it up. The
odds that she had been wanting it all along were always very high; what made
her stand out from all the other
After he passed on, it almost didn’t seem to mean anything anymore. Who should
I have to be a good person for since he was no longer there? Mom wasn’t
anything close to the epitome of any virtue; more importantly, she couldn’t
care less what kind of a person I was turning into, as long as I showered her
with gifts and nice fat checks.
What Aria had just said really startled me, because
the truth of the matter was that my heart had nothing to do with anything I was
doing for her; a whole another organ was responsible for my actions. But she
knew that. And I had never made any attempts to conceal my true intentions.
That’s what surprised me the most: she thought I was a decent person, despite
my intentions! Maybe she was just sucking up to me, maybe she just needed
something, maybe she was just playing a game. The cynical part of me had all
these suspicions, but somehow they didn’t seem to matter in the face of the
knowledge that there was at least one person in the planet that didn’t think I
was a total and complete douchebag. And that meant a whole lot more to me than
it should have. Which made me wonder if what I was supposed to tell her next
was a good idea.
“You are getting published,” I said as though I was
merely complementing her hair.
She looked confused for a few seconds, and then
looked behind her as if to check if I was talking to someone else. Then she
looked at me, followed by my computer and I watched in satisfaction as her eyes
widened in realization and her whole face turned as bright as the daylight. Her
gasp was loud enough to echo throughout the whole office building, and she
probably realized that and covered her mouth.
“How?” It came out as a little squeal.
“I sent your abstract to the Economics Journal.”
“The Economics Journal?” She was practically
shouting.
“Yep, it’s published at my alma mater.”
“Of course!” she exclaimed, realizing where I had
gone to school. “But, but, would they just like-“
“Not usually,” I said slowly. “But they review
anything that comes from me directly and they were blown away by your ideas.
And when I say blown away, those were the words used by the editor in his
email, which I have forwarded to-”
I cut myself short because she lunged on to me and
gave me a very tight hug. I could hear her sniff as she grabbed my body with
her tiny little hands. I tried to control myself, but just feeling her smooth
skin against my hands, her perfectly perky breasts against my torso, and her
soft skirt rub against my crotch was enough to make me forget what the
conversation was about, what was happening right now, or even what day of the week
it was. All I knew was I wanted to rip her dress up right there and shove my
hands into her panties, shove my fingers deep inside her as I kissed her
breasts until they were sore. Then I would throw her on the couch and fuck her
like she had no idea was possible, deep and fast and I would come inside her
sweet-
She jerked apart from me, probably able to feel my
excitement through her skirt.
“Okay, that’s all for hugs, I guess,” she said, her
voice almost shivering. Wow, was she…
I studied her face; it had turned a very deep shade
of red. Her right arm was tugging nervously at the hem of her skirt and she was
looking squarely on to the ground. She wanted it too! If there was anything I
knew about women, it was the look of desire on their faces, and right now,
Aria’s face was nothing if not complete and utter longing. Should I say
something? Was now my only chance?
If a simple hug could cause her to react this way,
wait until I kissed her; she would melt. I felt a slight disappointment at the
thought of the game getting easier, but knowing Aria as much as I had gotten to
know her, just because she wanted it didn’t mean she would just give it up. The
odds that she had been wanting it all along were always very high; what made
her stand out from all the other
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