Make Me Drip (Paused)

Chapter 9 - Jane

I was watching the time on the machine, I couldn't sit here one more minute. I was dying to sleep and to top it off I was hungry. I was praying to God none of those little old fools would ring my phone at this hour; it was 11:26am, and I would be the happiest person if the silence of my phone continued for the next 4 mins.

BRrrr!! I was about to curse under my breath, when I heard Kashane slam is hand down on his computer desk and hiss his teeth. I Iet out a breath, grabbed my mouse and quickly changed my log in option and disconnected my phone. I felt sorry for him, I knew how it felt to be at the end of your shift and got a call from an 80 year old technologically challenged, ignorant, deaf person who was not only giving you a hard time but didn't dare want you to come off the phone until you resolved their issues. I shook my head and rubbed his shoulder.

I smiled, it felt good to be going home, I couldn't be more relieved that the call wasn't mine; I so needed to sleep. I took up my ID from the table, attached to my locker keys and headed towards the door at the end of call floor. I knew I would stop, something inside of me always pulled me to stop and tell her bye. It was the only thing that made me sane. I so desperately wanted to kiss her, hold her in my arms and looked into her deep brown eyes, listen to her talk and watch her lick her lips every time out of habit; but I couldn't. I was scared, she had a girlfriend and I was suppose to be in church; a Church girl but here I was fighting my own demons.

I just couldn't understand the things she did to my body. I would stay at my station and hear her voice speaking to a customer, and my entire body would get pimples and I would shiver right along my spine. I would see her in the mornings as she came through the door and my heart would stop beating, the entire floor would disappear and all I would see was her. I hated not being able to tell her how I felt, how much my whole body craved her touch, how much I knew just looking into her eyes could make me melt into pieces. I hated wanting her so much and not being able to say anything and having to hide behind being friends.

I inhaled deeply, waving to a few friends and coming close to her desk, I bent down and kiss her on the cheeks, smiling and telling her good bye. It was the closest I came to my skin touching hers. She smiled and I saw a shift in her eyes, I couldn't tell what it was or what she struggled with, she said bye, and I rushed through the door, just in case a supervisor called me to ask if I could give them a couple hours of over time or maybe it was because I couldn't dare let her see the lust behind my eyes.

It was a little over six weeks since Kyle had embarrassed me about not making a move to be with Kerry Ann. I had laughed at the moment, but if only he knew how hard it was for me. It was different with her, I couldn't say something stupid and mess this up. She wasn't like the other girls, the ones I flirted with and would have given them a good fuck and disappeared; with Kerry I wanted her, as a matter of fact I felt like I needed her to be alive. I could be dreary at work and sat counting the hours to leave, and the moment I felt her presence my heart would skip a beat, my entire body would be covered in goosebumps and the heat between my legs would kick up a notch.

The girl had given me her number, and jealousy and possessiveness and hindered me from using the tool to tell her how I truly felt. I just couldn't bring myself to think that she would let her girlfriend read my thoughts and feelings. Some bitch I had liked had done that to me; shown her woman my message and they both had laughed, probably thinking how silly I must have been.

My mind went back to how she had looked dazed and out of it when I went to tell her goodbye; but the moment she saw me something shifted in her eyes. I could tell she had been hurt. I wasn't dumb, I knew what it looked liked and though I knew she was shy I knew something else was holding her in place, preventing her from making a step towards me. I felt something pressing heavy on my chest, and I push away the tears from my eyes. I wanted to protect her, tell her how much I needed her, and how much I was willing to do anything to make her happy, but who the fuck was I kidding. I was unhappy myself, battling this strong desire to press my body against hers, feel the heat of her mouth on mine while I use my fingers to caress the fullness of her breast and all the things my youth pastor had said. I knew it wouldn't be long before I had to tell him about her, and what she did to my body but for now I wanted her to myself. My own secret, the very source of my fantasy and silent orgasms. Just the thought brought a need between my legs; lying on the bed wrapped in towel, I pushed away the urge to play with my pussy. I couldn't do it, I wanted desperately to come but the more I think about her, the more I wanted her fingers rubbing my clit, vibrating my whole body and bringing me to a place of total surrender.

My heart pounded against my chest and I made the final decision that I would tell her tomorrow just before I left how much I needed her and what she did to my body. I had observed her and she was a creature of habit; she always went for break just before I left, and the last place she stopped was the bathroom. I never usually took my last break, and I don't think tomorrow I would either, but I am sure I would coincidentally decide to use the bathroom the exact same time she did.

I smiled thinking about all the possibilities of what could take place in the bathroom. My phone buzzed and I grabbed it. I was frozen, unable to think rationally. She had replied, and was asking, "what were you thinking about?" I had mischievously sent her a message telling her I was thinking about her, knowing damn well she would read it when she came for lunch around 3pm. I just didn't know she would reply, but here I was heart pounded, speechless and breathing heavily. God forbid, I really couldn't tell her what I was thinking, it would be the quickest thing to have her thinking I only wanted sex, and that could be the furthest thing from the truth.

I blushed thinking I should really man up. "I am thinking about your lips and how you look when you lick them".

"Oh I see, is that all".

I am not sure how to take her response, it's devoid of emotions and it makes me insecure. "Of course not, but I rather tell you later, when you on your way home".

"Oh kool, later then, lunch time up."

"Later".

I let out the air I been holding, spring from the bed to get dress and head out for my rehearsals. If I tried to analyze that conversation, I would over think things and not only would my mood change but I am sure I would chicken out in telling her how I truly felt tomorrow.

The fact that she answered the text was a plus either way.