Here's the second chapter to my ongoing series. For full context, see Chapter I.

While this chapter is admittedly short, there is definite build-up nevertheless as Tyler and Sheila grow further apart, courtesy of one particular colleague.

More to come! Comments and feedback are greatly appreciated.

Tyler awoke the next morning in a daze tantamount to a hangover, the only difference being that he felt a pleasant absence of tension from his mind and body. Pleasurable sensations notwithstanding, as much as he yearned to stay under the blankets, he knew he needed to do something. And so, he reluctantly rose from bed and headed to the kitchen downstairs to find his girlfriend making breakfast.

“Coffee’s on the dining table,” she said, her gaze focused on the eggs and bacon still frying in the stove.

“Uh, thanks,” said Tyler. Upon seating himself at the table, he poured himself a cup from the French press and sipped thoughtfully whilst ruminating the previous night’s events.

“Fucking Josh.”

“What, honey?” Sheila turned around seemingly in an instant to face her boyfriend, with a subtle suspicion tinging her tone. “What was that, honey?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Tyler assured – deceived – her. “It’s just this coworker of mine; he keeps bothering me for office supplies even though I tell him to buy his own, which he should.”

“Yeah, that’s his responsibility,” Sheila agreed. “Take it up to your boss or H.R. maybe?”

“Nah. The last thing I want to do is rat someone out.” As Tyler explained all this, something of a rush washed over him, a cocktail of excitement and nervousness – thoughts of finally summoning the gumption to approach Josh for a drink at least, the prospect that Tyler’s lust for him was mutual...the more terrifying prospect that his girlfriend somehow knew what was going through his head. Suffice to say, the coffee wasn’t at fault.

“I guess you could buy some office supplies in bulk sometime today,” Sheila suggested. “Shouldn’t cost too much, right?”

“Right.”

Sheila finished cooking breakfast and the two of them ate in silence. No mention of Josh was made again, though his presence remained perceptible in the room, with Tyler feeling it the most. Halfway through his breakfast, he put his knife and fork down and rose from his seat, his eyes turning toward the time displayed on the oven.

“I have to go now,” he said.

“Huh. Already?” said Sheila.

Tyler bent down and kissed his girlfriend before making a hasty exit out the door. “’love you, honey. I’ll be back soon.”

Sheila sat at the dining table in surprise, her knife and fork still hovering over her plate. Through the dining room’s window, she heard her boyfriend start his car and then drive off, the sound of the engine trailing off in the distance.

“Well, that was...fast.”

Tyler drove to work with a tent already pitched between his legs. His mouth watered when Josh’s round, tight ass flashed in his mind.

“Fuck, Josh,” he mumbled under his breath. Once he came to a halt at a stoplight, he snaked his one hand down to his thigh and massaged it; when his fingers brushed against his cockhead through his pants, his breathing hitched.

“Oh, God –”

“Hey! Move it, asshole!” Behind Tyler was an enraged driver rapidly honking his horn. “I’ve got places to be!”

Startled, he gazed at the traffic light again to find it green, and he hastily continued his drive to work.

“Fucking Josh.”

At home, the frustration was no different for Sheila. After finishing washing the dishes from breakfast, she headed for her bed and reached for her vibrator in the nightstand. With the flick of a switch on the back of it, there was a buzzing hum emanating from it that prompted her to push it against her folds; in just seconds, she felt herself writhing from the sensations of the vibrator, in addition to its overall size and smoothness. She closed her eyes and imagined Josh outside, knocking at the door.

“Please. Just fucking come in, Josh,” she moaned to herself. In addition to this were memories of when she first met Josh at a company Christmas party.

“You looked so fucking hot and dorky at the same time in that Christmas tie,” she moaned, her imagination shifting to herself tied to her own bed with that same holiday-themed necktie. She then moved aside her panties and pushed the vibrator deeper into her moist crevice, prodding herself with the tip and giving herself small, electrical shocks of pleasure that crawled up and down her spine and made her clitoris swell.

“Josh...Josh,” she moaned. In just a short span of time, she orgasmed; fluid squirted out before landing on her bedsheets in an amount that both amazed and aroused her simultaneously.

“Oh, if only he was here.”

And all the while, Tyler continued his drive to work with his hand still between his legs, rubbing his cockhead between his legs.

Fuck! I want you so bad.