First Day Induction

David stood under the water, hoping to wash away the previous few days. He'd slept badly, desperate to go up to Michelle, paralysed by indecision and fear.

Drying himself, he resolved to talk to her first chance he got. She needed to know how he felt.

I need her to know.

Heading down to breakfast he was surprised not to see Michelle at the table but didn't say anything until nearly an hour had passed.

"Is Michelle still in bed? Have you checked if she's ok?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

Please just still be asleep.

"She headed out to meet friends before you were out of the shower!" Jess chuckled, "She seemed a bit distracted... maybe a bit down. You need to keep an eye out for her, David--she's a good kid."

"I know and I... I will."

***

Later on David excused himself and went to the bathroom to check his phone in privacy.

From: Unknown

Hey it's Nikki! Loved last night. I want another go when we can xx

Nothing from Michelle. He saved Nikki's number but didn't reply.

To: Michelle

I missed you this morning x

His phone pinged...

From: Nikki

U need a reminder?

Then a selfie, blonde hair pulled up, smiling at the camera, big tits in black lacy lingerie.

David felt his cock throb in response.

To: Nikki

Hey...nice! You spoken to Michelle today?

From: Nikki

Not today...

Then another picture. A thong disappearing between her firm full arse cheeks.

To: Nikki

Stop teasing! Let me know if you do. D x

From: Nikki

I'm heading to the supermarket in an hour...

A picture of her pussy, stretching around a vibrator captioned 'wish this was u'.

Then a picture of the vibrator nestling against her tight arsehole.

'I wanna see if u fit in here'

David felt ashamed at his own arousal.

***

An hour later he was 'just grabbing milk' from the supermarket, pushing a trolley round, when he was grabbed from behind. As he turned, Nikki pulled him into a big hug, squashing her breasts between them and whispering in his ear--"Michelle says you like the risk of being caught...how far shall we push it?"

"Nikki... I need to talk to Michelle."

Stepping back he took her in--blonde hair piled up, tits straining against a thin t-shirt, tight jeans showing off a peach of an arse. She twirled for him--"Don't you think I look good?"

"You do," he admitted, "but I was hoping you'd ask Michelle to meet us somewhere."

"What's in it for me? Or should I say 'what's in me for it?'!" she said with a pout, hand going to his bulge.

"Right here?"

"You like the risk don't you?" she said, hand rubbing his hardening length.

"Yeah, but this could get us arrested!"

"Fine... toilets?"

David followed Nikki into the disabled toilets, her hand never leaving his crotch. As soon as the door closed, she squatted down, unbuttoned his fly and reached inside for his cock.

"What are you so desperate for Michelle for? Surely I can take care of you today?" she asked before running her tongue from the base of his cock slowly to the tip.

"Gooooooddd," he groaned, "She... er... she told me she loved me..."

Nikki stopped, mouth closed around his tip, eyes looking up at him. Releasing him from her mouth, "And?" she asked.

"And what?" he asked back. "She fled the room before I could talk to her!"

"And do you love her back?"

"Er... yes." he sounded deflated.

"Yes? Are you even sure?"

"Yes I'm sure. I love her. I'm blowing up my life for her. I need her. I hate that I haven't told her back, I hate that she's hurting, I hate that she thinks I don't love her!"

"Quick question?"

"What, Nikki?" he snapped. "Sorry... that's... sorry. I shouldn't take it out on you." he sighed. "What's your question?" he added softly.

"Why is your cock in my mouth you fucking idiot? God... men! You're all morons."

"Oh... yeah... er..."

Nikki tucked his softening cock back away.

"Let's go find her."

"What... are you sure?"

"Yes. Despite you being an idiot, you make her happy. And maybe we both get to benefit if everyone's happy. Come on. I have an idea." she said, grabbing him by the hand and leading him out.

***

An hour later, Nikki, Jess and David were sat in a pub beer garden as Michelle approached them. David saw the flash of anger and hurt as she saw them all together before her winning smile greeted them all.

"Nikki, babe... I thought it was just you?" she feigned pleased surprise.

"It would have been but I bumped into David in the supermarket and said we should get everyone out for a drink."

Jess interrupted "And when he messaged me, the kids were being feral so it sounded like the best idea ever!" she raised her glass of Prosecco. "We've got you a glass too and we're about to order some food. Mr Head of Lending is treating us to say thank you to Nikki for last night and to celebrate his first week in the job."

She got thanked enough last night,Michelle thought as she caught Nikki blushing.

Michelle sat in the only spot available--next to David--and tried to be natural as Jess poured her a glass of Prosecco. She felt David's hand rest against her leg and she shuffled away from him. When it touched a second time she pinched the back of his hand and pushed it away from her.

Jess looked up from her menu to see David rubbing the back of his hand as if it was sore. "Everything ok, babe?" she asked.

"Yeah--just a splinter."

David took everyone's order and headed in to the bar, looking at Michelle as he left. She pretended not to notice and concentrated on laughing and joking with Jess and Nikki until she felt her phone vibrate.

Oh fuck off David, she thought.

I'm not just tits and cunt at your beck and call.

Nikki was staring at her, eyes flicking between her phone and Michelle. Inwardly sighing, Michelle pulled her phone out and checked her messages

From: Nikki

Go talk to him or I will. And the disabled loo is nice and clean here...

Fine.

"Excuse me ladies, just going to nip to the loo."

Feeling sick to her stomach she walked into the bar, spotting him immediately.

"David. You want to talk? Let me guess, I need to move out?"

"No... what? Why? Look... Mich--"

"You don't need to tell me, you're married, you can't, I'm being foolish blah blah blah" she hissed.

"What? Wait. Listen--"

"You think I want to feel like this? I hate it!" she was close to tears.

"Me too."

"What?"

"Let me talk--"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get feelings for you!"

"Will you let me talk?"

Silence for a moment.

"Michelle--"

"Don't say my name, it just...it hurts ok?"

"Oh for fucks sake!"

"What?"

"I'm trying to tell you I love you too."

"Oh...er...what?"

"I love you, Michelle. I love you."

Michelle mouth hung open, tears starting to fall.

"No you don't--you just love my tits and cunt."

"Fuck off! It's you--I love you...for you. For whatever goes on in that head of yours. The tits and cunt are just a bonus." he grinned.

"No... you... no..."

"You're pretty when you're sad, you know."

"I'm always... fuck. No... Come with me."

***

The cubicle door barely had time to close before she was on him, dragging his cock out, kissing him furiously.

"I love you, Michelle," he breathed as they paused, eyes searching each others.

"And I just love your cock!" she giggled.

He frowned.

"Okay--you're ok too I guess," she pouted playfully before dropping to her knees and swallowing his crown. His hands tangled in her hair as she started to take him into her throat--her eyes glued on his as her tongue fluttered along the base of his shaft.

"We need to be quick! Fuck! You're amazing." he panted. Michelle pulled his cock out of her mouth with a pop.

"I'm amazing am I?" she asked, struggling out of her jeans, chucking them in a heap on the sticky floor--lacy thong next, shoved into his hand.

"You are. I love you, remember?" before holding her thong to his nose, drinking her scent in.

Michelle pushed him down onto the toilet and lifted a leg over his shoulder before dragging his face to her waiting pussy. The broad flat of his tongue dragged up her lips to find her waiting clit, drinking her in, tasting the salty-sweetness. She ground herself on his face, letting him worship her with his tongue--gasping as his fingers drove into her, stretching her. Pulling his head back she straddled him, jumper pulled over her head and off. As she bent forward to kiss him, his cock nestled against the bottom of her lace bra, the weight of her breasts pressing down on his tip--every movement scraping him.

"Who do you love?" she demanded.

"You."

"Whose tits do you love?"

"Yours."

"Whose cunt do you love?"

"Yours."

"Who do I love?" Michelle was grinning widely now.

"Me." David grinned back.

"Nah, just your cock mate!" she laughed, "Now give me it!"

Hands finding her hips, he lifted her and she lined his thick cock up against her pussy, rubbing the crown up and down her slit to cover it in her wetness before she lowered herself onto him

"Slowly, David--I need to feel every inch of you... god! I fucking love your cock," she moaned as she bottomed out.

Staying still for a second--forehead pressed against his, she met his eyes, smiling--"But I fucking love you too, you prick." she breathed

They kissed deeply as she began grinding on the huge cock stretching her out--clit rubbing on his shirt, pleasure firing through her body.

"Harder" she ordered, lifting herself slightly--giving him room to thrust deeply into her. David buried his face in the lacy valley between her boobs, smelling her perfume, loving the feeling of the weight of them as they bounced with each thrust.

Michelle pulled her cups down--David's mouth finding her nipples, hard against his tongue--as they hammered together, her arse slapping against his thighs as his cock hit deep inside her.

The thick cock was stretching her pussy, veins throbbing inside her, walls being rubbed with every thrust. Her clit was rubbing on his clothes, her nipples being tongued expertly. Michelle's orgasms hit fast.

"I... love... you... I love... you.... Fuuuuuck!" Michelle fell forward onto him, pussy grabbing his cock, squeezing him as she came hard, tears leaking from her eyes. "I'm yours, David--yours" she murmured.

She sat on his cock, shivering in pleasure as the aftershocks ripped through her, face buried in his neck. She kissed him softly, tasting his skin.

"We need to get back" she whispered.

"But I haven't--" he whinged.

"Do you love me?"

"Yes. I love you."

"Good boy. Then trust me to make it up to you. Right now, I need to get off and try to walk back normally. And we need an excuse. Or this all goes to shit quickly."

"Fair point."

"And David?"

"Yes"

"I can't just take or leave you--I love you."