EroticReverie

Gianna

Even though I hate the fact that I have to wait over twenty four hours until I see Dominic again, it's much needed, because I was in fact, walking like a penguin all the next day. It hurt to sit, hurt to walk and I knew the people I passed in the halls at school were looking at me like I was fucking Frankenstein. 

Even when my friends asked me to go shopping after school, which I never turn down a shopping trip. I needed to decline, because my fucking boss, tore me apart, in the absolute best fucking way last night. However, I couldnt tell my friends that. 

Or maybe I could, but I didn't want to. Eventually they'd find out, eventually I'd tell them, because it was pretty obvious to the people we worked with that Dominic and I were "messing around".  When he not subtly had taken me to his office, locked the door and caused fairly obvious sounds to be heard in the kitchen while we were in there. 

I wanted to text him this morning, this afternoon, and again when I got home. But, I couldnt let myself do it. I didn't want to want him as bad I already did. I wanted his time, his attention, and even the guiness world record cock in his pants, no matter how fucking funny he had me walking today.  

I had muscles that were sore that I didn't even know I had. From the way him and Maria, flipped and switched me around, from the way he bent me into positions , I realized that if I was going to continue have sex with Dominic, I needed a god damn stretching or exercize regmin to get myself into shape. 

"I need you to come into work." the text lights up on my phone as I lay in my bed, nursing my fucking crotch by holding it like a baby bird in my hand. Apologizing to it for the abuse it took in the name of fucking my hot boss and his wife last night. 

It was Dominic. I groan, because I was all about helping out the restaurant when he needed me, when they needed me there. But, I just couldnt today. And there was no, miss you, want you, you're so beautiful Gianna, so I obviosuly assumed that they were short staffed.

"I can't. I don't feel good." I reply. 

A second later my phone rings. Dom's cell.

"Hello?" I answer.

"What's wrong?" he asks sounding worried.

"What?" I reply.

"You said you don't feel good, what's wrong, are you okay?" he asks and I can hear the bustle of a busy night in the background, but I can tell by the fact it's not too loud that he's in his office with the door open. That's confirmed when I hear him shut the door. 

"Do you need me to bring you something? I can bring you some medicine." he says and I smile softly. 

"No Dom. I'm fine. I'm not sick or anything. I just..." I trail off.

"Just what?" he asks and I can just picture him, his little concerned scowl on his face. Dom was a good manager. He cared about all of us. So I tried not to let my little crush explode because Dom was concerned about me. 

"I'm just....very sore." I say. 

"oh." he says. 

"I'm sorry." he says. 

"It's fine...just....my boss has a big cock." I say and he laughs slightly.

"HE sure does." he says and I smile. 

"Is it busy there?" I ask. 

"No not really" he says. "Just a normal dinner rush." 

"Did someone call out then?" i ask. 

"Huh? No. Why?" he asks. 

"You told me you needed me to come in." I say. 

"Yeah Gianna. To see you." he says and I bite my lip. 

"To see me huh?" I ask. 

"Among other things I planned on doing. But you're right...I need to take it easy on you." he says. 

I sigh. 

"I feel like you're one of the rides at the amusement park....and there's a sign telling me I must be this big to ride it." I say and he laughs and I laugh too.

"It's not funny, I'm serious Dom" I say.

"I know you are, and you're funny...and god damn cute" he says. 

I feel my poor fricken vagina ache as he speaks to me and calls me cute. 

I don't say anything as I move my hand over myself, rubbing myself slightly. If my clit could fucking talk she'd tell me to give her a break. 

"I want to see you Gianna." he says and I close my eyes.

"I really can't....I want to Dom....but I'm so sore.." I tell him.

"We dont have to do anything, I just....fuck...I want to fucking kiss you baby" he says and I lick my lips and squirm in my bed. 

"Dom."

"G." he says. 

"Are your parents home?" he asks. 

"Yeah." I answer.

"I'm coming to pick you up." he says.

"Dom, I can't" I say. 

"Be there in fifteen minutes Gianna." he says and I sigh. 

"Okay, yeah, alright." I say and I can hear his hot smile through fucking phone.

"Cant wait to taste that mouth Gianna" he says, and I whimper. 

"See you soon" he hangs up. 

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I change my clothes. Putting on a pair of black leggings, and a long sleeved black v neck shirt. Wearing a black thong and brack bra, with a pair of black and white sneakers as I brush my hair, pulling it up into a ponytail. I brush my teeth, put on more deodorant, spray myself with perfume. 

My mom is cooking dinner, my father in his office. I tell my mom I'm going out. She asks when I 'll be back and I tell her I'll call. 

I walk to the end of my driveway and then at the same time I reach the end , Dominic is pulling down the street. He leans over as he pulls up and pushes open the door from the inside. 

"Get in hot stuff" he says and I roll my eyes and smile and slide in and then pull the car door shut. 

"Fucking missed you." he says and leans over and kisses the side of my face, as I pull on my seat belt. I turn my face and kiss him on the lips, and it's so fucking weird, being treated like Im being picked up by a boyfriend, like he's picking me up as if he were just some guy from school, then he's pulling the gear shift and then placing his hand on my thigh as he continues to drive down the street. 

"Missed you too." I say and then look at his hand as he rubs my leg slightly. 

"You hungry?" he asks. 

"A little." I say. 

"Wanna get something to eat?" he asks and I raise a brow. 

"At the restaurant?" I ask. 

He shakes his head. 

"I mean, if that's what you want, then sure, but I was thinking we could go someplace else." he says. 

I laugh slightly. "What, you trying to take me on a date Dom?" I tease and he smiles and looks over at me with a smirk. 

"Yeah, why not?" he says, and I stop laughing and bite my lips together and look forward out the front wind shield. 

"Does Maria know?" I ask and he laughs and turns his head slightly, his eyes shifting back and forth between me and the road. 

"That I'm taking you out to eat?" he asks. "no, but Im sure if she's okay with sharing your pussy with me, she'll be okay with us sharing a meal." he says and I just look out the window on my side. 

"yeah.....right" I say.

"Something wrong?" he asks and I shake my head. 

"No." I say and he sighs. 

"The infamous no that means yes." he says. "Woman speak, for figure it out Dominic." 

I turn my head. 

"No. No means no." I say.  But it fucking didnt. And I just hated that he was right. 

"Sure it does baby" he rubs my leg again. 

"Maybe you should just take me back home." I say. 

"Whoa." he says. "Why?" he asks. 

I sigh. "I dont know...I just...I think im confused." I admit. 

"Confused about what?" he asks, holding my thigh in his large hand. 

"this Dom." I gesture to hand. "This." I gesture around the car. 

"I dont know what any of it means. You're picking me up like you're a boyfriend just taking me out to dinner, touching me like it's so normal that we're....messing around togehter." I say and he pulls over and stops the car, his hand lifting from my leg and putting the car in park..

"What are...why are you stopping?" I ask and he turns to me. 

"What this means...." he says reaching over and placing his hand back on my leg. 

"Is that I like touching you. I like having my hand on you." he says. 

"Me picking you up....wanting to spend time with you....means I actually fucking missed you...and I want to spend time with you." he says. 

"If you dont want to spend time with me, I can take you ba-"

"Its not that!" I say loudly and he stops talking. 

"I just...you're married, and I know you and Maria have this fantastic open relationship that clearly works well for you...but...where does that put me? I dont mean to be doing the 'what are we' thing after fucking a few times....but...." I sigh. 

"But...you want to know what we are" he says and I sigh again and look at him and he's smiling. 

"Don't laugh at me." I say and shake my head and look away from him, turning away towards the window and he laughs anyways, and grabs my leg. 

"I'm not laughing, come here, look at me...Gianna, Gianna" he calls my name twice before I sigh and turn to him again. 

"Im a man...not some little boy...Im not afraid to have any fucking converstation with you...so the 'what are we' conversation that men are so fucking afraid to have...not me...because I know what I fucking want, and what I dont want." he says and I look at him. 

"then what do you want?" I ask and cross my arms and he smirks. 

"For you to stop being like that." he says and nods to my crossed arms. 

"Relax...and fucking talk to me." he says calmly. 

"What do I want?" he repeats my question as I sigh and loosen my arms and drops my hands to my lap. 

"I want to keep having sex with you." he says and I roll my eyes. 

"Knock it off." he says scolding me and I bite my lower lip pulling it into my mouth. 

"Let me talk before you go rolling those little eyes on me." he says and I push back into me seat. 

"Okay." I say. I knew I was being the difficult one. He was giving me what I wanted, telling me what he wanted, and I just couldnt do anything that act like a disgruntled fucking teenager. (You ARE a teenager Gianna) I remind myself. 

"I want to keep having sex with you....I also, want to spend time with you...take you out...put my hand on your leg when I drive." he says and I fight back a smile creeping across my mouth and he lifts the corner of his mouth. 

"I dont want to JUST have sex with you.....Im okay with just having sex with you, if you dont want anything else....but I want to take you on dates...I want to spoil you...I want to be the only fucking man that touches you, and kisses you, and fucks that pussy. When its no longer sore of course." he nods. I shake my head fight my smile. 

"I know it's not easy for others to understand what me and Maria have....the way our realtionship works. But ....I want you. Not just as a girl I bring home to have some of the hottest sex Ive ever had with you and my wife. " he says and I blush. 

"but I want you to be my mine...as in my girlfriend." he says and my brows pinch. 

"But you-"

"Have a wife" he nods. "Yes. But we talked last night...and she wants you too." 

My brows lift and then pinch again and his brow cocks. 

"Thoughts?" he asks. 

"So....I..." I pause.

"You want ....you BOTH want me to...be your girlfriend?" I ask making sure Im understanding. 

He nods. 

I blink several times and I sit back in my seat and look out the wind shield. 

"For how long?" I ask. 

His brows are the one to pull together now.

"How long?" he asks. 

"Yeah." I say. 

He shrugs. 

"How ever long any of us want." he says. 

"How ever long were happy together for." he says. 

"And if I change my mind? And I only want you?" I ask. 

He grins. 

"Is that what you want? Me all to yourself?" he asks. 

I shake my head. "I dont know." Because it was the truth. Yes I wanted Dominic to myself. But could I also be happy with sharing a man who was already married, with his wife? I knew people did this. Had relationships with multiple people, but what If I truly fell in love with Dominic? What If i got so far into love with him and wanted only him? I knew he'd never leave his wife. No matter what said about me while he was inside me last night, I was young, but not niave. I knew things were said in the moment, that didnt carry out of the bedroom. 

"Do you not like Maria?" he asks and I turn and look him.

"No. It's not that. I ...I do like her." I say. 

"And...you enjoyed last night? Having sex with her?" he asks and I nod. This makes him smile. 

"and you enoy having sex with me." he says and I nod. 

"Do you want to have sex with me again?" he asks. 

I roll  my eyes. "Yes Dom." 

He smiles. 

"Do you want to have sex with Maria again?" he asks. 

I bite my lip. I nod. He grins wider. 

"Good." he says and leans over and takes my face and kisses me and I exhale and whimper against his mouth. 

I liked Doms mouth, a lot. I liked the feel of his scruff on my face,and the way his tongue always had to skim my lower lip before sliding his tongue in my mouth. 

"Can I take you out to dinner now?" he asks , pushing his forehead to mine and his eyes looking at me with out faces close together. I give a little nod. 

"Thank fuck" he says. "Im starving." 

With a smile, a kiss on my forehead and his hand on my leg, Dom drives us to someplace to eat. 

I keep my million other questions about what this means to myself. Knowing I have plenty of time, and will have more of an opportunity to talk about it with him at dinner, or after, or anytime really. But there's an urge inside of me, that wants everything figured out now. A part of me that wants my future told to me right now. 

But I swallow down that urge, and place my hand over the large hand on my leg and curl my fingers around the side of his hand and hold it. 

He flips his hand over and slides his fingers through mine. 

"Tiny little hand" he says. 

"big fucking hand." I say to him. 

He laughs and lifts my hand, kissing the back of it and then settling our hands back on my lap.