by Lucy1970Harker (Erotic Coupling)

He was sitting over the wall from me, out of sight. I sat at my desk when the message popped up. It was late, and we were the only two left in the office. I figured it had to be something different since he usually wouldn't send a chat if I was sitting right there.

"So I just read the story," he said.

Ugh. I was embarrassed. Nice of him to let me save face by chatting.

"What did you think?" I typed back.

I was glad I didn't have to look at his face.

"It was good. Not what I expected. You made it sound much worse," he wrote.

"Well, its funny, I'm 100 percent over what ever spell I was under a few weeks ago, that is the only part I can't get totally out of my head. If I were to say I daydream about stuff like this, OCCASIONALLY...rarely, you slip in there. And when you do - as opposed to others, it is just a kiss. That's it." I said.

"Should I be insulted?" he said. "Haha."

"If you really want to know, that story/concept is much hotter to me than anything else I do in these other daydreams. For some reason. That particular idea, kissing you, just consumed me for a day or so. Which is why I acted so stupidly. I'm finally totally over it," I wrote back.

"It was sweet. That's funny." he wrote.

"But I don't think about it at all anymore. Honest. ;-)" I said.

"Never?" he asked.

"Well. Maybe once in a while. I don't get my fixation with on that aspect. I think it is because in my view our minds have such a synergy in thinking. Not necessarily that we always agree, because its clear that we don't. It is more the comprehension of each other's minds. I mean I know I can't speak for you - but you really get how my mind works. There is a chemistry there - a give and take." I wrote.

"So I guess, if you translate that chemistry into a kiss, it would be pretty incredible." I wrote.

He didn't write back for a second. Then:

"That it would."

"But wouldn't translating it into anything physical be incredible?" he asked.

I started breathing a little faster. I was over this. I told myself that again.

"Are you trying to start trouble?" I wrote.

"Me? Haha." he wrote back.

"I guess it would be, but to be honest, the kiss I imagine is so fucking incredible that really, thinking about anything else blows my mind too much to grasp. Plus, for some reason, I can't get, in particular, your mouth, and your tongue, on mine, out of my head. I get stuck there," I wrote. Oops.

"That's when I very rarely, OCCASIONALLY think about it!"

"Haha," he wrote.

"But have you ever thought about what if it just didn't work. What if the kiss sucked?" he wrote.

"To be honest, it would be a relief for me to find that out. I could stop thinking about it already, because I don't want to keep having these thoughts about you, even if it is only once in a while." I wrote.

"So..." he wrote.

I was afraid to see where this was going.

"Say we tried one time. Just to see. Agreed in advance that it was one, short, kiss. An experiment.. At worst, it is good and we feel that immediately, we stop. And confirm what you thought already. If it isn't, we'll stop anyway, and you'll be cured. I never really thought about it, but you've got me curious now," he said.

I really couldn't move at this point. I didn't type anything.

"OK?" he wrote.

"Um." I wrote back.

"Haha." he wrote. "Come in here."

I still didn't move. I was really afraid to try this. Plus now I had to face him, again. After embarrassing myself.

Finally, he spoke over the wall.

"Don't make me come out there and get you."

Ugh.

So I pushed my chair from the desk and went into his office. He was leaning back in his chair, smiling.

"Don't be scared of me," he said. "So how do you want to do this. How do you see it in your dream. Who does what?"

I kind of swallowed. I was blushing really badly. He wasn't.

"Well...," I said.

"Who is the aggressor?" he said.

I found it interesting that it was like a negotiation. I could be as cool as he was being. Cooler even. I was leaning against the window of his office and he was still in the chair.

"Ideally, as you would expect from me, it would be you. But I've thought of it as me before," I said.

"Well, we need to choose the ideal scenario, as otherwise, you'll be making excuses for it not turning out the way you imagined in your head. Other than it just not working," he said.

"So is it a hard kiss? Soft? Both, like the story?" he asked "Ideally, of course?" he added, smiling.

"You're just making fun of me at this point," I said.

"True, but in an affectionate sort of way," he said

"Ideally, it would be both. I'm not a fan of kisses that start out as attack of the tongue." I said.

"For all you know, that could be my style," he said.

"Maybe, but I doubt it," I said

"Ok, so I am the aggressor, and it should be a combination. Got it," he said.

And with that, he got up out of the chair. And walked toward me. I was trying to breathe, because clearly I was so over this. It was just an experiment. Thinking about his tongue in my mouth was utterly meaningless. Why wouldn't it be?

I was still leaning against the window, acting very calm. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

He got really close to me now, and said "Ready?"

He was so utterly controlled and confident it was getting on my nerves. Like he was getting ready to wash a car or something. "Yep," I said, still totally cool despite what my insides were doing.

He took both my hands and held them behind my back, at the small of my back, pulling me close to his body, and softly kissed my mouth. So far, so good.

He kept kissing me gently and I was trying very hard to find something wrong. Some flaw. Anything, to turn me off to this. It wasn't working. Experiment fail! Experiment fail!

I tried to pull away, but my hands were held tightly behind my back.

"Uh, uh, uh!" he whispered. "Gotta pass the tongue test, or the experiment is not accurate."

"Trust me, theory is proven, ok? Stop!" I said.

"Nope, we have to do it right," he said, still smiling. "And now, since you interrupted, I have to start all over again," he said.

My continued attempts to protest were cut off by him slowly kissing me again. His hands over mine were tightly holding them behind me as he started to kiss me harder, starting to open my mouth with his tongue.

This was when I was going to down in flames, or up in them, feeling how I felt right now.

I tried to remain completely composed and not give away any reaction, but the feeling of his tongue on mine, the kiss getting warmer, still hard but still slow, pulling me tighter to his body, it was really hard. No pun intended.

He finally let go of my hands to put his on my hips and I wrapped my arms lazily around his neck, still kissing, pulling him down a little harder on my mouth, closer to his body, his tongue got more aggressive, his mouth strong on mine. My knees were weak.

Suddenly I remembered the parameters of the experiment.

Maybe we should have had a safe word.

I pulled away, trying to catch my breath and I pushed him back from me.

"Wait, wait - Seriously! We have to stop. Maybe it is just me, but trust me, the experiment failed. I'm not cured. You're only proving my theory," I said.

"What experiment?" he said, smiling, and his mouth covered mine, kissing me harder than before.

I was quite content with being a dismal failure.

The end.

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