DANIELLE'S P.O.V.I stood tall, staring into Adrian's eyes, not once breaking the eye contact. Adrian pushed his body against mine, his erection grazing my lower stomach in the process. His gaze was intense and he looked so hot, causing my panties to wetten with my juices."Danielle" Adrian whispered into my mouth while moving his fingers to the straps of my dinner dress. It was a slip dress with spaghetti straps that sat comfortably on my shoulders."We both have some tension to be released with each other, hm?" he dropped the straps down my arms and pulled the top of my dress down to my waist, revealing my breasts in their sumptuous and voluptuous glory. His hands gripped my breasts, each in one hand, and he massaged them tenderly and slowly."They're so beautiful." he commented, his mesmerizing voice and the cold air from the air conditioner caused my nipples to perk up, standing erect. He dipped his head, and cupped my breasts further into his hands. I watched his eyes trail down
DANIELLE'S P.O.V."Oh God, Adrian!"I nearly screamed when he pounded his finger into my clit. I bucked with the intensity of his prodding finger, feeling as my juices dripped down my thighs.Adrian pulled out his finger and pushed two long fingers inside me; it almost had me crossing my eyes from the instant pain and pleasure that enveloped my body at once. I moaned at the tightening sensation, that sweet and blissful feeling of pleasure that ripped through my body.I gripped on to the kitchen island as tightly as I could as Adrian pumped his fingers in and out of my weeping pussy, all the while his lips peppered and trailed kisses up and down my neck.My fingers started to sting from grabbing on to the island so tightly but I held on still, focusing only on the way his fingers made me feel as they teased my pussy and stretched it until I was shaking and could barely keep myself on my feet. I was once again, on the very edge of exploding when he pulled his fingers out of me and left
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.Bright rays of sun light filtered through the curtains and scattered across the floors of the room. The quiet hum of the air conditioner invaded my senses as I woke up from my slumber. I felt groggy and all of my limbs ached as if I had been in a gymnastics meet through out the previous day.Though, last night's activities were not much different.I pried my eyes open and placed my palm over my mouth as I yawned. While rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I looked around, soaking in the unfamiliar room. I could not, for the life of me, recall how we had moved from the kitchen to Adrian's bedroom.Unlike my bright and cheery room, Adrian's room fully depicted his cool and brooding personality. The walls of the room were painted harsh, abd almost everything else in the room was colored black; the curtains, the reading table and chair, the bedside table, the bed frame, and even the air conditioner. The only other colored items in the room were the white bed sheets and blanke
DANIELLE'S P.O.V."Let's be friends."Adrian's words rang in my ears and echoed in my head, over and over again, like they were being played on repeat in my memories.Let's be friends!Let us be friends?His statement was so unusual, so sudden, so out of the blue; and the absurdity of those words were so transparent, so evident, so plain, that the best way I could react or respond to his shocking statement was to erupt into a fit of laughter- stomach wrenching, breath taking, and head ticking laughter that originated from deep down in my throat, escaped through my lips in a light rumble, and it resonated and bounced on the walls of Adrian's cool and dark themed room.Adrian sat up on the King sized bed, staring at me with astonished eyes, and an amused expression was painted on his face. He watched, quietly, as I continued to laugh uncontrollably."Are you laughing right now?" he asked incredulously, sending me into another fit of spasming laughter."You're really laughing. Wow!" he s
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.Sunday's afternoon met me in the kitchen, cleaning up the mess that Adrian and I had made the night before.After our tete-a-tete in the morning, which consisted of Adrian bringing up the crazy proposal of us both being friends, and him successfully convincing me to go along with his unbelievable suggestion, I had eventually convinced Adrian that staying in his bed with me for the entire day was not such a good idea.While I would not mind staying in bed with Adrian the entire day, letting him unravel my body and take me to Cloud 9 and back, it would not be very responsible of him to leave the business unattended to just because of a few hours of pleasure.Adrian left for work later that morning, but not before showing me exactly what I would be missing between the sheets for the rest of the day while he would away. Once he had headed out of the house, the doors closing and locking with a resonating beep, I buried myself deeper into the bed sheets and inhaled his int
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.I hated Mondays. I always had and always would.Monday mornings were the worst, and that particular morning was not an exception. Monday mornings were always slow and gloomy- somehow, the fun and merriment from the weekend always never managed to tell on or impact Mondays.Everyone was usually the happiest on the last working day of the week, which was on Fridays. Friday evenings brought with them an incomprehensible excitement - a thrill for the start of the weekend, but come Monday morning, that thrill would be replaced by a suffocating bleakness. This was the never ending cycle of life that we, as humans, had to face.That Monday morning, I woke up to a dimly lit room. While on any other day, the sun rays that managed to escape the shield of the curtains would brighten up the room- the bright light serving as a sort of assurance that one would be having a merry day, the sun rays on Monday mornings were dim and dull- they, unlike the sun rays of other mornings, ser
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.The rest of my Monday morning passed by in a blur of speeches and teachings, and by the time the time for the Interblock Lunch rolled by, I was extremely hungry and very exhausted. We were all directed to the cafeteria where we were to have our lunch. I hoped that the cafeteria food would be better and more edible than the food from other cafeterias that I had been to. I had never had any good experiences with cafeterias, ever since my days as a middle schooler and even up to my days as a college student. The cafeteria food was always either barely edible, or vomit inducing.New York University's cafeteria was attractive and seemed homey. Several light bulbs, which were built into the ceiling, shined brightly and casted the entire room in a torrent of bright white light. Beige colored cushioned chairs were tucked under round brown wooden tables- four chairs into each table. The tables and chairs were placed strategically and arranged to encompass the entirety of the
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.The remaining activities after the Interblock Lunch passed hazily with my head ticking and my patience wearing thin as the time rolled by. Seconds rolled, slowly, into Minutes, which in turn rolled even slower, into Hours. I sat in the audience, amongst my peers, as we spent the rest of the afternoon listening to speeches upon speeches, and teachings upon teachings from several Professors and Directors of some of the MBA programs.I badly wished I could tune out every one and every thing around me- I even tried to do so by focusing solely on my breathing technique, but every time, just when I was starting to focus on nothing else but my intake and exhaust of breath, another round of thunderously loud applause or another eruption of loud reverberating laughter, always jolted me from my means of escape back to my inescapable reality.At that point, I wanted to be anywhere but in that hall. I felt a wave of anxiety hit me, running through my veins and causing chills to