Make Me Drip (Paused)

chapter 7 Jane

Its about 8:15am and I am in deep conversation with Kashane and Sean, they really have turned out to be the life of the party, well to say the least, cause work isn't a party. "No man, seriously Jane, a why you no like man?" "Dude, you know say a chu she nuh have a good man a sort har out". I tried to hide my embarrassment. How could they talk so openly about hardcore sex was beyond me, but I suppose it was because they were men. Women on the other hand were a bit shy and discreet with their sex life or even their sexuality.

"Crap!” I hissed in my head. My heart skipped a beat and I swore the damn place got hotter. She walked right across to us and put down a bottle of water which I noticed she always seemed to have and her eye glasses case. I exhaled, not even realizing that I was holding my breath. Kashane turned to her and said morning, blushing and I couldn't help but be pissed, I felt the little jealous monster rising and I had to silence it. I hated when I saw anyone look at her like that, almost like they were about to swallow her. Ugghh, I turned my face before it became obvious that my countenance had changed and I was mentally and perhaps even physically fuming.

"Okay guys, we are going on the production floor now to shadow a few season agents and perhaps take some calls", Saschia informed. The butterflies in my stomach awoke and began to dance around; I tried not to think too much about it. Only God knows what I was doing working at a Call Centre working as a Customer Service Agent, when I didn't even like talking on phones; but oh well, I guess it's life, many persons were doing what they didn’t like just to survive and make ends meet.

She gathers us in groups to be scanned and searched by security. I stood at the back hoping not to be grouped with her and still trying to avoid from going up first. Seems like she had the same idea too cause her she was standing beside me at the back. I took a little step behind her, taking her all in; she was dressed today in a grey unisex trousers, well pressed, a green V neck feminine steam pressed cotton shirt, stockings and a nice pairs of black flats. I thought, stockings with pants? Well, god forbid, she must really love stockings. I shook my head because I for one didn't like them so much.

Her V neck shirt on the other hand gave a little view of her breast. I took a peak. They were very brown, light, much like the rest of complexion, soft and supple and very inviting. They were my exact size and I couldn’t help but imagined the shape and fullness of her nipples and how they would stiffen in my mouth. I wondered if her pussy was as brown as her complexion and the insides pink, plump, soft and tasty. I imagined just laying her on my bed, spreading her legs apart and finding the folds of her pussy lips, and bringing my lips to meet them in a soft sensual kiss. I thought about slowly caressing her stiff and aroused clit with my tongue, licking her entire pussy hole from bottom to top and as my own mouth would salivate; I would feel the secretion of her juices rolling unto my tongue as she got more and more excited.

"Charity!!” I jumped, and licked my lips, refocused my mind, and search for the voice that shouted my name. Kashane and Sean were both trying to get my attention, to say that Saschia had called me. They look from me to Kerry, and back to me, both with furrowed eye brows. I walked pass them, Jesus Christ, I really couldn't answer any questions they asked now, it was obvious they already formed the conclusion I was into girls way more than I was into men.

"Charity sit beside Jodie". "What the fuck?” I hissed in my head. Are you kidding me, she was asking me to sit beside a butch, who was dressed like a dude, and had a chick leaning on the side her cubicle, and though very cute was fuming and steaming like an overheated kettle. Sigh. I flopped into the chair beside her and said hi, she barely answered and was grumpy as hell. I remained quiet, observing her actions, listening to her verbal responses to a very stubborn customer and praying to God that I didn't have to do this tomorrow. When her mood got worst I zoned out, ignoring her completely and resorting to thinking about Kerry Ann, and wondering if the guys actually saw me drooling at her. If they did, I know for sure they would ask me about it. I was distraught about what I would say. I liked her, in fact I wanted her but I was being a damn coward in making a move to her; for Christ sake she had given me a key to share her locker, that should at least say something.