Post by Shelby on Feb 23, 2016 8:31:42 GMT -5
For the next month Chardonnay grew ever more insistent that having sex with Arthur was the best thing that probably could have happened to her. Not only did she have another outlet to get her frustrations out which, honestly, was the best stress reliever she had ever thought about, but she also just felt.. Better. She didn't know why, she didn't know whether or not she should question it, but she just felt better. Though things were still rocky with the restaurant and with her making sure that everyone got what needed to be done done and that they all continued doing the caliber of work that she expected from them. She made sure that the waiters and waitresses never lolly gagged around and that they were always doing something especially on their busiest nights, she made sure that the chefs cook their meals to perfection each and every time, and she made sure that the hostess never overbooked and always had the right scheduling and that she always turned down a reservation if they were more than fifteen minutes late because a rule of the restaurant was that you lose your reservation after fifteen minutes. If they didn't have the time to make it there when their table was open, then the table would be better spent with someone who could actually make it on time.
She had been told that there was something different about her, that she seemed not nicer and not more lenient (actually, she had heard some of the staff say and even tell her that she seemed more focused and even less lenient) but just someone who had more confidence about the business and who didn't have this air of distraction around her. She would always smile at those words and then snort, saying that yeah she was more focused, but she never told them why she was more focused. They didn't need to know about her personal activities because while she respected and 'trusted' those people enough to work for her they weren't her friends. She fully believed in being professional with her staff, never getting close to them and only talking about work. She didn't need to form any other sort of relationships with them that broke the boundary between boss and employee, and that, she realized, was something that was completely different from her father. He liked to know his employees on a personal level, but Chardonnay couldn't build herself up enough to do that.
It just didn't seem right. They worked for her, she paid them, and that was as far as it went. As long as they continued to do their work with the caliber with which she expected from them, then she wouldn't have that much communication with them.
When ever Arthur texted her or when ever she texted him and each of them were given confirmation that she could come over, Chardonnay always grew anxious and excited. She always waited at the door to his apartment trying to hold down a smirk or a smile that wanted to grace her lips, but that usually wasn't a hard feat to accomplish as soon as he opened the door and her lips were usually occupied with other things, other things that were more important. They continued to pleasure one another, and the time that they had nearly fucked against the wall Chardonnay felt like she was almost going to lose her mind. But she remembered laughing about it nonetheless as they stumbled into the bed finally, and not in a malicious way, but in a way that showed her amusement and even happiness for the situation. There had even been one time when they had nearly fallen off the bed because they had been so anxious and hasty with their movements, but, as usual, Chardonnay didn't mind. She didn't mind too many things that they did in bed with one another and relished in the feelings as much as possible.
She didn't question him when his work schedule changed and he, too, had Mondays off of work. Instead of leaving his place after they had sex like she had in the past because of her busyness, she always stayed over and slept in, which usually amounted to her being left in his place alone depending on the day she was there or to wake up later than he did since her schedule was still out of wack and she was becoming even less of a morning person as the days grew on. She was more alert during the evening, and even though she had to get to the restaurant at two in the afternoon every day besides Monday, she still much preferred doing things when the sun was in the process of its descent. Of course, though, her parents had a tendency to call her in the morning and wake her up and to tell her good morning and to ask how the night had been at the restaurant. They had even called once when she had been over at Arthur's place, and the only reason she had answered the phone was because he had been in the shower at the time and she had ended the call as soon as he stepped back into the room.
But, overall, things were well between the two of them. They were back into the regular routine of fucking each other, and Chardonnay loved it. She found herself looking forward to the times when she would go over to his place and let his hands touch her body and let her hands touch his body. A giddy feeling mixed with a sort of confidence always supported her frame, and when they were in bed despite how she was always hot and bothered, sweating with her hair tousled, she felt sexy in a way that she hadn't even imagined. Especially since it was he that made her feel that way.
The only time that she had been pissed over the course of the month at Arthur--besides those times when she purposefully started a fight with him to rile him up--had been when, in the middle of sex just when she was about to have him inside her so that she could have the sense of the blissful pleasure that would rush through her body and cause her eyes to roll to the back of her head, they found out that they had no condoms. They had no condoms. When Arthur announced that she straightened her frame, sat up and looked at him, wondering if he was joking or trying to see what kind of reaction he could pull from her, but when he pulled the box out and showed to her that it was, indeed, empty, she felt her heart sink to the pit of her stomach. What the fuck! How could they be out of condoms? She blamed him, of course, telling him that since he was the guy he should be the one to make sure that he always had condoms, especially since he was the one that always grabbed them out. She laid herself back against the bed with Arthur still over her, more frustrated and aroused than she wanted to be, and she hated it! How did he expect her to just stop like that, and how did she expect him to stop just like that, too, when she looked down at the obvious problem that he sprouted between his legs?
She had been about to suggest that the two of them could just give each other hand jobs to get themselves off--obviously disappointed with the thought and knowing that neither of them were going to be as satisfied as they had been expecting as soon as she stepped through the threshold of the door and just about tackled him to get back to his room--since she refused to have sex without a condom, but before she had been able to say anything Arthur said that he had an idea and started kissing down her body. She nearly opened her mouth in protest to ask him what he had in mind and that kissing down her body like that certainly wasn't doing anything to calm her down and instead only continued to excite her as her muscles twitched with every inch he went lower until he ended up on his knees at the end of the bed between her legs. She blushed heavily, and when he finally asked her, she honestly didn't know what to say at first. She was nervous, still heavily aroused, and hesitant. But she saw the look in his eyes and agreed, and though the feeling of his lips and tongue down there had been odd at first--the feeling had nearly made her squirm--once he finally got the hang of it and seemed to know what he was doing in a way that she hadn't expected...
Well, it was easy to say that she had been louder than before, that she had thought that she was going to rip the sheets with her one hand that continued to grip it while her other hand threaded through the strands of hair on top of his head. She hadn't expected the feeling to excite her that much, and while she would still much rather prefer to actually have him inside her, him going down on her was definitely better than nothing, and probably better than any hand job he could have given her. When the fuck did he get so talented with that tongue?!
Sex was about give and take, Chardonnay knew that, and while she usually just liked to take things in her normal life, when it came to sex she was usually happy to give if it let her know that Arthur was going to enjoy the night just as much as she did. She wasn't selfish in that sense, surprisingly, because, just as she assumed he did, she got pleasure not only from what he was able to do to her, but from knowing that he got off too because of her body and because of what she was able to do to him. It made her feel proud that she was able to get him off like that, which was why, even if he said that she didn't have to, she went down on him. She had been hesitant in the beginning, of course, and had laid out few rules of her own just to keep things in order, but when she finally got down to it the noises that Arthur made only continued to spur her on. She didn't think that she had been nearly as good as Arthur had been with her since Chardonnay had never imagined that she ever would go down on a guy and since that certainly hadn't been like any lollipop she had had in the past, but the fact that he nearly had to scream to get her to stop before he finished off in her mouth made her feel proud.
It had been awkward, though, after it was all said and down when Arthur had to finish off in other ways. A little had gotten on her, and while she had scrunched her noise up at it and even blushed too heavily about it, she cleaned herself off, put on that nightshirt and panties she brought along with her, and laid back into bed and fell asleep relatively quickly, deciding not to comment on how he hadn't looked at her and how he, too, had been a little to red after the fact.
When the next morning rolled around, Chardonnay had expected to be able to sleep in like she normally did. Arthur never disturbed her and the morning sunlight never filtered into the room too bright as to disturb her. But that morning... She wanted to do nothing but smack the shit out of Arthur when she felt him kick her and when she felt the covers being ripped from her frame. She groaned and shifted on the bed, curled her body up and was still unwilling to open her eyes. God damn him. What, was this payback for all the times that she had pulled the covers off of him? He didn't need to do that to her!
Her eyes opened into slits a second later, her vision still blurred, but with her facing Arthur's direction she saw his frame turn to head out the room. She heard him shift around in the kitchen for a little bit, and once she realized that he wasn't coming back and that he wasn't going to disturb her again, she reached over, grabbed the covers, and pulled them up and over her head as she tried to get herself back to sleep, ignoring the smell of coffee that wafted into the room.
She had been told that there was something different about her, that she seemed not nicer and not more lenient (actually, she had heard some of the staff say and even tell her that she seemed more focused and even less lenient) but just someone who had more confidence about the business and who didn't have this air of distraction around her. She would always smile at those words and then snort, saying that yeah she was more focused, but she never told them why she was more focused. They didn't need to know about her personal activities because while she respected and 'trusted' those people enough to work for her they weren't her friends. She fully believed in being professional with her staff, never getting close to them and only talking about work. She didn't need to form any other sort of relationships with them that broke the boundary between boss and employee, and that, she realized, was something that was completely different from her father. He liked to know his employees on a personal level, but Chardonnay couldn't build herself up enough to do that.
It just didn't seem right. They worked for her, she paid them, and that was as far as it went. As long as they continued to do their work with the caliber with which she expected from them, then she wouldn't have that much communication with them.
When ever Arthur texted her or when ever she texted him and each of them were given confirmation that she could come over, Chardonnay always grew anxious and excited. She always waited at the door to his apartment trying to hold down a smirk or a smile that wanted to grace her lips, but that usually wasn't a hard feat to accomplish as soon as he opened the door and her lips were usually occupied with other things, other things that were more important. They continued to pleasure one another, and the time that they had nearly fucked against the wall Chardonnay felt like she was almost going to lose her mind. But she remembered laughing about it nonetheless as they stumbled into the bed finally, and not in a malicious way, but in a way that showed her amusement and even happiness for the situation. There had even been one time when they had nearly fallen off the bed because they had been so anxious and hasty with their movements, but, as usual, Chardonnay didn't mind. She didn't mind too many things that they did in bed with one another and relished in the feelings as much as possible.
She didn't question him when his work schedule changed and he, too, had Mondays off of work. Instead of leaving his place after they had sex like she had in the past because of her busyness, she always stayed over and slept in, which usually amounted to her being left in his place alone depending on the day she was there or to wake up later than he did since her schedule was still out of wack and she was becoming even less of a morning person as the days grew on. She was more alert during the evening, and even though she had to get to the restaurant at two in the afternoon every day besides Monday, she still much preferred doing things when the sun was in the process of its descent. Of course, though, her parents had a tendency to call her in the morning and wake her up and to tell her good morning and to ask how the night had been at the restaurant. They had even called once when she had been over at Arthur's place, and the only reason she had answered the phone was because he had been in the shower at the time and she had ended the call as soon as he stepped back into the room.
But, overall, things were well between the two of them. They were back into the regular routine of fucking each other, and Chardonnay loved it. She found herself looking forward to the times when she would go over to his place and let his hands touch her body and let her hands touch his body. A giddy feeling mixed with a sort of confidence always supported her frame, and when they were in bed despite how she was always hot and bothered, sweating with her hair tousled, she felt sexy in a way that she hadn't even imagined. Especially since it was he that made her feel that way.
The only time that she had been pissed over the course of the month at Arthur--besides those times when she purposefully started a fight with him to rile him up--had been when, in the middle of sex just when she was about to have him inside her so that she could have the sense of the blissful pleasure that would rush through her body and cause her eyes to roll to the back of her head, they found out that they had no condoms. They had no condoms. When Arthur announced that she straightened her frame, sat up and looked at him, wondering if he was joking or trying to see what kind of reaction he could pull from her, but when he pulled the box out and showed to her that it was, indeed, empty, she felt her heart sink to the pit of her stomach. What the fuck! How could they be out of condoms? She blamed him, of course, telling him that since he was the guy he should be the one to make sure that he always had condoms, especially since he was the one that always grabbed them out. She laid herself back against the bed with Arthur still over her, more frustrated and aroused than she wanted to be, and she hated it! How did he expect her to just stop like that, and how did she expect him to stop just like that, too, when she looked down at the obvious problem that he sprouted between his legs?
She had been about to suggest that the two of them could just give each other hand jobs to get themselves off--obviously disappointed with the thought and knowing that neither of them were going to be as satisfied as they had been expecting as soon as she stepped through the threshold of the door and just about tackled him to get back to his room--since she refused to have sex without a condom, but before she had been able to say anything Arthur said that he had an idea and started kissing down her body. She nearly opened her mouth in protest to ask him what he had in mind and that kissing down her body like that certainly wasn't doing anything to calm her down and instead only continued to excite her as her muscles twitched with every inch he went lower until he ended up on his knees at the end of the bed between her legs. She blushed heavily, and when he finally asked her, she honestly didn't know what to say at first. She was nervous, still heavily aroused, and hesitant. But she saw the look in his eyes and agreed, and though the feeling of his lips and tongue down there had been odd at first--the feeling had nearly made her squirm--once he finally got the hang of it and seemed to know what he was doing in a way that she hadn't expected...
Well, it was easy to say that she had been louder than before, that she had thought that she was going to rip the sheets with her one hand that continued to grip it while her other hand threaded through the strands of hair on top of his head. She hadn't expected the feeling to excite her that much, and while she would still much rather prefer to actually have him inside her, him going down on her was definitely better than nothing, and probably better than any hand job he could have given her. When the fuck did he get so talented with that tongue?!
Sex was about give and take, Chardonnay knew that, and while she usually just liked to take things in her normal life, when it came to sex she was usually happy to give if it let her know that Arthur was going to enjoy the night just as much as she did. She wasn't selfish in that sense, surprisingly, because, just as she assumed he did, she got pleasure not only from what he was able to do to her, but from knowing that he got off too because of her body and because of what she was able to do to him. It made her feel proud that she was able to get him off like that, which was why, even if he said that she didn't have to, she went down on him. She had been hesitant in the beginning, of course, and had laid out few rules of her own just to keep things in order, but when she finally got down to it the noises that Arthur made only continued to spur her on. She didn't think that she had been nearly as good as Arthur had been with her since Chardonnay had never imagined that she ever would go down on a guy and since that certainly hadn't been like any lollipop she had had in the past, but the fact that he nearly had to scream to get her to stop before he finished off in her mouth made her feel proud.
It had been awkward, though, after it was all said and down when Arthur had to finish off in other ways. A little had gotten on her, and while she had scrunched her noise up at it and even blushed too heavily about it, she cleaned herself off, put on that nightshirt and panties she brought along with her, and laid back into bed and fell asleep relatively quickly, deciding not to comment on how he hadn't looked at her and how he, too, had been a little to red after the fact.
When the next morning rolled around, Chardonnay had expected to be able to sleep in like she normally did. Arthur never disturbed her and the morning sunlight never filtered into the room too bright as to disturb her. But that morning... She wanted to do nothing but smack the shit out of Arthur when she felt him kick her and when she felt the covers being ripped from her frame. She groaned and shifted on the bed, curled her body up and was still unwilling to open her eyes. God damn him. What, was this payback for all the times that she had pulled the covers off of him? He didn't need to do that to her!
Her eyes opened into slits a second later, her vision still blurred, but with her facing Arthur's direction she saw his frame turn to head out the room. She heard him shift around in the kitchen for a little bit, and once she realized that he wasn't coming back and that he wasn't going to disturb her again, she reached over, grabbed the covers, and pulled them up and over her head as she tried to get herself back to sleep, ignoring the smell of coffee that wafted into the room.