The Group
I had just gotten back to work from lunch when a text message came through from Greg, my new fuckbuddy of, oh, about a month. But what a month it has been! The text read, ‘I’ll pick you up at eight PM.’ No other explanation. Nada. ‘Where are we going?’ I typed back. No response. Asshole, but he fucked well. I added, ‘What should I wear?’ ‘Whatever you choose. But make sure you shave.’ Well, at least that was a clue. The evening would have something to do with my pussy, which he liked completely smooth. The rest of Friday was hard to endure. Lots of issues at work, and my spinning imagination kept me squirming in my chair. It impacted my productivity a bunch. Finally, I arrived home and took care of a few …