Amanda Always Gets What She Wants

I met Amanda Todd at work. No, we didn't work together; she is a hotshot lawyer, and I am a carpenter specializing in cabinetry and finishing. We met because the company she worked for hired the one I worked for to do renovations. They were a nationwide law firm with an office in Chicago in this shiny new office tower. It was all steel and glass, and they wanted to give it that old-style law office charm, so we were there putting in maple, oak, hickory, and walnut.

It was a three-week job, and the crew I was on met Amanda on the second day. Our crew boss was Jason, a master carpenter. I, Beau Collins, was his lead hand journeyman. There were two other journeymen, older guys Bill and Marcus. Finally, there was an apprentice, Marcel. Amanda was in court the day we started, so we first saw her when she strutted in, fresh from victory on day two.

She was stunning, gorgeous, a real #4, my uncle Jim would say. Uncle Jim was a farmer who took over my grandparents' farm when my dad died. I was raised by my mom, helped by my aunts and my three uncles, Jim, Stan, and Tucker. They were my male role models, and they all had a little different view on what made a great wife.

Uncle Jim, the farmer, did not adhere to the typical 1 to 10 scale for women from the Bo Derek movie. No, instead he believed in the 1 to 4 scale of how many tractors it would take to pull the woman off his face. #2 was the most common type of woman Jim would say: solid, good women like his wife, my Aunt Jo. #3 women were much rarer, and a #4 woman was reserved for only the most beautiful women of all. The unicorns, the take-your-breath-away type women. Uncle Jim said he had never met one in his life. If I ever met one, I should jump at the chance to be with her.

That was Amada Todd, the classic beauty. From her perfectly coiffed hair, flawless skin, incredible smile, toned body, firm breasts and ass, she was all that and more.

Now, as you can imagine, since we were working in such a high-brow establishment, we had to dress nicer than usual for work. The owner of our company, Marco's wife, Angela, was also the office administrator. She made sure we all wore our best jeans, or made us buy new ones, and new company polo shirts. She would ask us our sizes and then buy us ones one size smaller. The result was that Jason, Marcel and I looked pretty damn good. Bill and Marcus looked ok for old guys. Yet, we all looked pretty fine to the ladies at most offices.

I asked Angela once about the tight shirts. She said it was plain and simple advertising. Women talk, and if the women where we were working talked about us, then eventually people would want more information about what we were doing and if we were any good. I knew for a fact that we had picked up new business this way. Did I mind being objectified? Not for a second; there were side benefits to be had, more on that later.

The woman who ran the law office was a stern older Black lady named Natasha Woods. She, like Angela, ran a tight ship and it was great. Usually, on site we dealt with older men on all our jobs, the new builds, or the renovations. Things didn't always go so smoothly, as they tried to push us to do more than the contract stipulated or were tardy in getting things ready for us. Natasha made sure that we had everything we needed and stuck to the contract. This was a pleasant surprise, as she made our job a pleasure.

Many of the ladies in the law office, of course, were themselves good-looking. So, we were eye candy for them, and they were eye candy for us. Not our usual workplace at all. As usual, we had been read the riot act about being on our best behaviour by Angela, but it was hard not to reply to the flirting and innuendo that went on from the female law staff. If it led to something that was all consensual, then bonus for us. This was a benefit for sure!

Natasha was still fine looking for an older woman. She, who must have been a beauty in her day, kept a tight rein on the women in the office so things didn't get out of hand. Jason didn't have to do the same, except for the apprentice; the rest of us knew the drill.

Who was the worst flirt of all at the law office it turned out to be none other than Amanda Todd herself.

She went after both Jason and me at first, but he was happily married and politely blew her off. She then narrowed her focus to me. I didn't mind the attention since she was single and gorgeous. There is no way I would flirt with the married ones or those in relationships. That was not my style; those women I was polite to, but no flirting.

There were other ladies that were interested in me; on the last day of work, two of them discreetly gave me their numbers. The lady I was most interested in, however, was one of the clerks named Sarah. She was cute as a button. Barely five feet tall with an adorable face and very nice childbearing hips.

Childbearing hips being the signature most important part of the female anatomy to my uncle Stan. He sold farm equipment and was married to my Aunt Misty, a solid woman with great childbearing hips if there ever was one. She thought that they were more important than even Stan. Misty gave my uncle four daughters. All built like their mom and by the time I was 27, working at this law office, those four daughters, my cousins, had produced 9 grandchildren. More were surely on the way!

Sarah would certainly be a #2 to Uncle Jim, a #3 to me, and she had the required childbearing hips for my uncle Stan. The problem was she was very shy. I tried to chat her up, but it didn't work. She didn't seem to do anything at work but work. No flirting with anyone, especially us carpenters. I wanted to ask for her number on our last day, but she wasn't at work. Damn!

Regardless of what I wanted, Amanda Todd apparently wanted me. She cornered me on that last day and wasn't shy about putting it all out there.

"So, Beau, why haven't you asked me for my number or a date yet?"

I was a little surprised; I thought she was just having fun flirting and joking with us. We were separated socioeconomically by a wide chasm. Amanda had this war face on most of the time, all business when she was doing law things, but when she spoke to us it was smiles and sexual innuendo galore. I figured she was just blowing off steam flirting with us, she was way too above us mere working men to want a date from one of us.

I was however, not intimidated. Uncle Jim told me that you had to reverse the genders with the #3s and 4s and play hard to get.

"I could ask the same thing of you, Amanda."

That had her stumped. From the expression on her face, she was used to attracting men like bees to honey.

"Why would I ask you for your number? Just because some of the staff here think they want a date with you, why would I?"

The game was on.

"I've seen you checking out my ass in these jeans, and more than once you've peeled my shirt off with your eyes because you want what's underneath."

She didn't giggle, of course, she laughed. "You wish, I was just hoping you would ask for my number so I could tell you no. Come on, how cliché, wearing a shirt that sticks to you like a second skin and jeans that show your tight ass."

I must admit this was kind of fun. Was I really going to score with this stuck-up babe? Maybe. It was fun verbally jousting with her.

"I see, just as cliché as the extra button you left undone on your blouse before you talked to me today. I was thinking the same thing; that is, if you asked me, I was dying to see your face when I said no."

That either made her blush or get mad because her face started to color.

She was a great lawyer, however, so words did not elude her, nor did her poker face give anything away.

"You would never say no to me because Amanda always gets what she wants and she wants to take you to dinner."

Referring to herself in the third person, oh how pompous! How could I say no? Uncle Jim would kill me if he found out I missed an opportunity with a #4!

"If you insist, I'll accept your invitation to dinner. When would this be? I'll have to check my calendar."

Today was Friday, so I thought maybe it would be on the weekend, but she didn't want to seem too eager. Ignoring my calendar comment, she pronounced,

"Next week Wednesday, I'll make an appointment at for 7 at Aba, I will meet you there."

I pulled out my cell phone and pretended to check my calendar. I had nothing booked Wednesday; it was a work night, and my last relationship ended a few months ago, so of course I was available. While I did this, she rolled her eyes.

"Wednesday it is."

She then spun on her heel and strutted away, making sure I was mesmerized by her amazing ass. I was.

The following Wednesday I arrived at Aba five minutes early. I told the Matre'd who I was and who I was with, and he seated me at a very nice table about as far from the entrance as you could get. Five minutes late, Amanda strode into the restaurant.

If she was an absolute goddess at work, she was Aphrodite herself at the restaurant. Her hair and makeup were perfect, and her little black dress left you stunned. Somehow, as she walked, the dress moved, giving you glimpses of amazing cleavage and then not. It also moved up and down her legs, made taut by her 4" heels. You had tantalizing views of her thighs, and then they disappeared again. All in all, she achieved her aim; all eyes were on her.

I stood as the Matre'd seated her, and then the litany of what Amada had wanted and gotten in life started. Over apps and drinks, she related how she wanted to be valedictorian at high school, and she was. During the main course, I was enlightened to learn she wanted to go to Harvard, and that's where she graduated from. To pay for it, what her rich parents didn't cover, that is, she wanted to be a model. Had I viewed her pictures in the glossy magazines?

She was clearly trying to impress me, and details about me or my life were so inconsequential as not to be requested. As we finished our meals, I learned that she wanted to be a partner at the law firm and that was going to happen this year. She billed enough hours to make millions for her firm. Her take-home was in the high 6 figures, just a promotion away from seven figures. Yet her most urgent, immediate, unspoken, but suggested, want was to bed me.

She had made it clear flirting when I worked in her office was attracted to me. During dinner, she had been more subtle but still was clear that this evening was ending up in her bedroom. Amanda started talking about her condo, the one she wanted at The Row Fullerton Market, and of course it was where she now lived; I'm sure it was a segue to inviting me to see it. I wasn't going to give her what she wanted, however, not tonight at least.

Maybe at 27 I was feeling old and didn't want to stay up late and wake up in a strange bed when I had to be at work at 7 am. I was willing to gamble at this point that putting her off would make her want me more, not cause me to blow my chance. This was Amanda Todd after all who always got what she wanted, and she wanted me so she would try again, went my logic. Mostly I wanted to properly acquit myself in the bedroom, and for that I wanted more time; that is, the weekend.

Before the waitress could come ask us about dessert, I thought I would pre-empt her. "Amanda, this has been a great dinner, but it's time for me to head home. I hope we can do this again real soon; my treat this time."

A look of disbelief flashed across her face, followed by an equally brief look of annoyance. Amanda followed that up with the perfect pout. "It's still early, but another time would be fine. I'll book us at Oriole for Friday at the same time."

There was no doubt in my mind this was one confident woman who was used to getting what she wanted. Another pronouncement, no discussion nor acknowledgement of my offer. The next day I briefly thought about standing her up on Friday, but I couldn't do that to Uncle Jim or little Beau- she was a four after all!

Friday night started almost the same as Wednesday. I arrived early and assumed my position at the table. Amanda came 15 minutes late; those extra ten minutes must have been to punish me for not sleeping with her last time. Whatever.

This time it was a strappy red dress that was right on the borderline between elegant and slutty. Once again she achieved her aim of focusing the entire room on her. All conversation stopped as she made her way to the table.

She had already done all she could to impress me last time, so this dinner she pretended to be interested in me. During apps and drinks, she asked about my family. The main course involved me explaining my work. I had to give her credit; she never yawned, and she appeared to hang on my every word. This time she pre-empted me before dessert.

"Beau, I think we need dessert tonight; you are going to need the energy because you're taking me dancing."

I was not surprised that she was going to make me wait for sex as punishment for last time and maybe still leave me hanging.

"You seem pretty confident that I would want to dance with you. I hope you know what you're doing; I don't have my steel toe boots on."

The reference to her stepping on my toes brought out the full force of female outrage in Amanda. How could I suggest that some mere working-class guy could outdance her!

Amanda had what can only be described as an evil grin on her face when she replied. "Oh, of course I forgot; I did see the episode of Dancing with the Stars that you were on. I'm oh so flattered that you would dance with a mortal like me."

As the last bit of sarcasm dripped to the floor, I grinned back at her. My mom didn't care if I wanted to be a carpenter, but I would be a well-rounded young man. Music lessons, dance lessons and even etiquette training were added to the hockey and baseball I liked to play.

The club wasn't far. from the restaurant. Obviously, they were playing some kind of technopop that was designed for women to shimmy and shake so they could display their assets. Most of us men were relegated to trying to keep time with the music and not make fools of ourselves.

It may not have been the kind of dancing that I had been trained in, but I had rhythm as well as moves that would make my mom blush. It became a contest to see who attracted the most attention from the rest of the crowd. Amanda realized early on that I had the advantage; there were more women there who could dance compared to men. With less competition, I drew more attention, and it was starting to grate on her nerves.

The beat of the song changed; the slower pace allowed Amanda to ramp up the dirty dancing. She already knew how big little Beau was from her previous grinding on my groin. I already knew how ready she was by her bullet nipples and her grinding her hot mound on my thigh.

It was sex on the dance floor in clothing, and it did draw some attention, but it also prompted Amanda to make her move. Pulling me off the floor to a less noisy part of the club, she invited me to see the view from her nearby condo.

"Beau, how about you come take a look at my condo? I'm sure you'll appreciate the craftsmanship and the view is spectacular?"

Who was I to say no? I wanted to see what she could do between the sheets. "Sounds good to me."

Maybe not the most impressive words I ever spoke, but it was what she wanted to hear. Then she made sure I understood what was really going to happen and the rules of engagement. Amanda now wore a devilish grin,

"It better be good and remember no sleepovers."

It wasn't far to her condo; it wasn't a penthouse, but it was on the floor below them. As soon as I closed her condo door behind us, she launched herself at me. Her lips were on mine, and her tongue came out to play.

The kiss increased in passion as the number of clothes we were wearing decreased. Amanda was maneuvering me to her king-size bed. She lay back on the bed, and I moved to join her and continue the kissing. That was not on her agenda as she grasped my head and pushed my head down towards her glistening heat.

Her lips were engorged as well as her pleasure center. I wanted to tease her, but she was too ready, and I lingered a little too long on her clit, not knowing her body. She came long and hard.

Given what I knew about Amanda at this point, I didn't think she would reciprocate.

"Condoms are in the nightstand; get that big thing inside me."

Little Beau was a little over average, so I was sure she was just being nice. That didn't stop me from putting on the condom and filling her willing hole.

She was more than ready, and I'll admit her pussy felt amazing. I was already set to blow but held out, remember, I had to acquit myself well. Lucky for me, it didn't take her long to reach another climax and that allowed me to do the same.

I rolled off her and disposed of the condom. She looked at me with an expression that said, "Is that it?"

I gave her a kiss and massaged a breast. "I'm looking forward to round two; perhaps you could give me some help?"

She scoffed; she actually scoffed. "If you need help to get going again, you may as well leave now."

Something snapped in my mind! No longer was I just wanting to leave her with a good impression. Now it was personal. This stuck-up bitch was disrespecting me, and it was just a metaphor for how the rich and powerful (many of them lawyers) were always disrespecting the working man!

Now it was going to be the mother of all hate fucks, and my cock swelled with my anger.

Amanda saw my cock, not my face and was back to everything being peaches and cream. "See, he likes me; it's my turn to be on top."

That's what she thought. I was certain she didn't "do" doggy style; it would be too demeaning for her, so I put her into position.

"I don't............" Bingo! She started to say something as I slammed home, she never finished her words instead she moaned. "Ahhhhhhhhh....."

In no time she was pushing her ass back at me as hard as I was pushing my cock into her. The air was filled with the sounds of raw fucking sex. Sweat was dripping off of me onto her back where it comingled with hers.

I was starting to be able to read her signals, and she was close to cumming again. So was I and this time I didn't let her go first. I gripped her hips firm enough to leave marks and gave a final hard thrust.

As my cum filled the latex, it brought on her climax, and we collapsed to the bed. After catching our breath, I knew she was going to send me home, but I wasn't done pounding her into submission! I did need some time to recover, however, so I pushed on her hip, rolling her over and kissed my way from her breasts to her pleasure center.

Apparently she wanted more and tried to push my head, hurrying me down. I was having none of it. I needed some time, so I was going to tease her until little Beau was ready to go again.

Her hands, however, didn't leave my head as she continued to try and direct my efforts. Amanda weighed maybe 110 lbs; while toned, she didn't have much muscle mass. I was 6'2" and weighed 230 work-hardened pounds. Did she really think she could make me do what I didn't want to do?

By the time I felt little beau stirring, she was getting desperate.

"Finish me.............. you bastard!"

"Do it, just do it,.......... let me cum!"

"Fuck, fuck,...... so close you asshole!"

The more unladylike the language, the harder I became. Did I finish her now that I was hard again? Not a chance! I left her on edge, pushed her legs in the air, and filled her in one quick thrust.

Amanda was having none of that and maneuvered her legs down. I let her because she had gone feral on me and wanted to thrust up into me while at the same time she tried to tear the skin off my back with her nails. We both had lost control; it was pure animalistic lust.

Words became incoherent.

The sweat poured off of us.

The smell of sex was like a fog around us, driving us on, and on.

Then it hit, or more precisely, it exploded. It was like fireworks were detonating in my body, starting at the groin. It must have been similar for her, as her body violently shook and then went still.

I collapsed beside her, vaguely remembering I had to leave now. It had been a long week, then the dancing and now a crazy fuck session. I just needed a moment to recover. Maybe if Amanda had said something, it would have been different, but she was out like a light.

I woke up at 7:30, and luckily Amanda was not only still asleep but sleeping on the other side of the bed. I slipped out of bed. Collecting my clothes, I needed a piss and some coffee. After the bathroom, while dressing, I noticed a fancy coffee machine in the kitchen. I opened her cupboard to find six travel mugs with her firm's logo. I figured she wouldn't miss one and started making a coffee.

I was fully dressed and the coffee almost done when her front door rattled and then opened. In walked a guy about my age in casual but expensive clothes. He saw me and immediately his anger flared, and he gave me a "who the fuck are you" death stare.

He looked like a rich office worker type, so I didn't think he was going to get violent. Despite Amanda giving no indication she was in a relationship, it was not rocket science to figure out he was at least her boyfriend and expected their relationship to be exclusive.

He didn't look like a guy who usually would be at a loss for words, so it took him only a moment to speak. I think he was hoping beyond hope I was Amanda's cousin visiting from Wisconsin instead of what I clearly looked like: a one-night stand.

"Is Amanda here?"

I could have lied, slipped out the door, and let Amanda explain it, but I hated cheaters and felt bad for this guy. I never would have had anything to do with Amanda if I had known this guy existed. I didn't want to turn the knife, but at the same time I wanted her to have no room for excuses.

"I left her in the bedroom."

You hear people say, "fold in on himself." I had never witnessed it before, but now it happened before my eyes. He no longer was speaking to me, I don't think he even knew he was speaking out loud.

"She said she had to work late; that's why we were leaving early this morning for her parents..."

He continued, but it was just mumbling to me. I put on my shoes, grabbed my coffee, and made my exit as he stood there in shock.

I was checking my phone, waiting for the elevator door to close when a hand reached in and stopped it. Yes, it was him. Violence now? No, he gave me a look that said he knew I wasn't the problem.

"I'm sure you've heard that Amanda always gets what she wants?"

I'm not sure if he was asking a rhetorical question or not, but an answer just popped out regardless: "ad nauseam."

"She wanted a ring from me badly... not going to happen."

I admired the guy's quick recovery from betrayal. Maybe deep down he knew she was poison and today confirmed it. Who knows what he was thinking, and nothing more was said between us.

He walked through the lobby with his head held high and climbed into his Porsche 911. Watching him, I just knew he was going to be alright and would have no trouble finding a better woman to fill the void.

I walked to the "L" station and went home for a much-needed shower.

Now that Amanda was out of my system, my thoughts turned to cute-as-a-button Sarah. I know why I was sidetracked with Amanda, but now I had to find a way to get to know Sarah. The contrast between the two women could not be starker, and it made me think of my Uncle Tucker.

"No duck Tuck" was a thrice-wounded Major in the Marine Corps. He cut a dashing figure in his uniform, chest full of medals and attracted gorgeous women. His woman philosophy for me was, 'Hot women are fun, but you are going to get burned; stick with one that will keep you warm every night.'

Uncle Tucker modelled that philosophy for me. In addition to three wounds, he was married three times. The first two were to 'hot' women, they certainly topped my fantasy girl charts. Both marriages went down in flames. His third wife, Aunt Mary-Jo, was a Marine widow. Uncle Tucker met her a couple of years after her husband died. Judging from the perma-grin on his face, my aunt must have been doing a good job keeping him warm at night.

Amanda was hot and fun but look at the poor bastard I met at her condo; he surely got burned.

Sarah looked like the perfect person to keep me warm every night. I had to find a way to confirm it.

On Monday at lunch, I went to a florist. The cheerful woman in the shop chirped, "Hello, how can I help you?"

"I am looking for a bouquet of flowers for someone. I want to get to know them more, so no roses or anything like that. I need something that says, 'wow, I think you're exciting.' do you have something like that?"

She then asked the critical florist question for us guys, "How much do you want to spend?"

At her mercy and since she was about my age, "What would you recommend as my obvious retort?"

She gave me a flirtatious smile, "If it was me getting the flowers, I would think a hundred. Any less, you aren't serious, and too much more, you are too over the top."

That sounded reasonable to me, so while she assembled it, I worked on the card.

My first try was "I can't stop thinking about you."

Nope, tore that one up; too strong. Four cards later, I think I found the right balance.

Sarah, I met you working at your office. Would like to get to know you. Let me know. 773-251-0997. Beau

I gave the address and paid the lady; now I had to wait.

Normally I'm not much of a phone watcher, but I was for the rest of Monday and Tuesday, but nothing from Sarah. The same on Wednesday, and then my hopes rose when my phone rang on Thursday around 4 pm. It was the office.

"Hi Angela"

"Hi Beau, just your dating service calling. A woman named Amanda called and wants you to call her back."

"Really funny, I don't think I know any Amandas."

"She certainly knows you and was very insistent you call her; she sounded like a woman who gets what she wants. I'll text you her number."

I almost laughed; not this time is she getting what she wants. I was going to say don't bother, but I was embarrassed enough by her call to my work; no sense making it worse.

"Thanks, Angela, I don't think she'll be bothering you again."

"Oh, don't worry about it, I have nothing better to do all day than to take your calls."

The sarcastic remark was typical Angela; I deleted the text. I believed Amanda wouldn't call again; it would be too beneath her. I was amazed she called at all.

By Monday, I was kind of pissed. Sarah hadn't contacted me, and I couldn't get her out of my mind. We were still working at the same location, so I went back to the florist. The same woman was working. Her hello was once again chipper.

"Back for more, I bet she loved them."

I gave her a look that said she failed me. "I wouldn't know she was so uninspired by my flowers that she didn't reply."

She gave me a look that said It's not my fault, dummy, "Maybe she's not interested. How about you buy another bouquet and send it to me? I'll respond."

I looked at her through new eyes and noticed she was good-looking, but I wasn't interested. "Let's try again, this time dig really deep into your bag of tricks to wow her."

The woman went to work and, for the same price, gave me a stunning assortment that was borderline over the top.

Another bunch of rejected cards later, I settled on.

Sarah, put me out of my misery. Either way, 773-251-0997. Beau

After I paid, the woman gave me her bedroom eyes smile. "If she still doesn't respond, I'll take pity on you and let you take me out."

I liked this woman; maybe another time. "I might take you up on that, but truthfully I hope not."

Her laughter followed me out the door, and I went back to work checking my phone way too often. On Friday afternoon I was walking to the "L" to head home when I received a text:

*Sunday 1 pm Lincoln Park Zoo*

I thought long and hard about what to reply if reply at all. I felt I had to reply now and had to craft the perfect response. It took me the whole ride home on the L.

*Looking forward to seeing you again*

I was six minutes early, arriving at the entrance to the zoo. No Sarah to be seen.

At 1 pm, I wondered if she was not coming; should I text her, I thought? I resisted pulling out my phone; maybe she was delayed.

At 1:05 pm, I noticed two guys who had been standing, talking about 25 yards from me, started moving. I caught a glimpse of a short woman behind them with blonde hair. Sarah.

The group moved closer to me, and I eyed up the guys; were they her brothers? Maybe they were her boyfriend and his buddy going to set me straight? The one was built like me, and the other was wiry looking. The wiry ones scared me in a fight; they could take punishment as well as dish it out, were fast and tended not to give up.

Wiry spoke first, "Are you Bea?"

I extended my hand, "Yes, I am, and you are?"

He ignored my hand. "I'm Sarah's friend, and so is he. I only shake hands with friends, and the jury is still out on you."

As much as I wanted to say something to Sarah, I held off; it was their show for now.

The other guy gave me a death stare. "We don't trust you or your intentions with Sarah, so we came with her today. Let's see your driver's license?"

In case you're wondering, despite always riding the L, I did have a license and a pickup. It's just way easier and faster to take the L. I pulled my license out of my wallet. Wirey took a picture of it.

"Now we know who you are and where you live; we already know where you work. If you mess with Sarah, we will mess with you, understand?"

"Fully," now I looked at Sarah, and she looked adorable in a hoody and jeans. "Hi Sarah, I'm glad to see you and know that you have great friends."

The other guy scoffed, and Wiry gave me a dubious look. "Ok Sarah, be careful. We'll see you later."

I waited until they had walked away, Sarah still hadn't said a word and then took a deep breath.

"Ok, now you can explain why you want to get to know me better?"

I was perplexed; this was not going how I envisioned. "I think you are the most intriguing woman I've ever met, and that makes me want to know more."

She looked skeptical. "I know for a fact other much prettier woman at the office gave you their numbers, but you are interested in me. I find that hard to believe."

This was going downhill fast. "I didn't think our first discussion would be a disagreement. How about this: you give me a chance to show you I'm genuine today, and if I fail, you won't hear from me again."

Sarah just looked at me quizzically.

"Look, I don't care if it takes a month of Sundays; I'll prove to you that I'm interested in you.

She was still skeptical. "I think I can live with that."

We went into the zoo and enjoyed the animals. I learned that she was old Illinois farmstock like me. Her family were dairy farmers; her oldest brother worked it with her parents. She hadn't known what she wanted to do with her life, but a teacher at high school said she was very detail-oriented, so she went to school in Chicago. She received an administration diploma and was hired by the law firm as a file clerk. After two years, she was promoted to paralegal. Sarah lived with a roommate in Albany Park. Like me, she rode the L to work.

Sarah wanted to know about me; I told her about my grandparents' mixed farm and that my Dad took over. Then he died in an accident, and my mom and I lived in a doublewide on the farm as my Uncle Jim joined my grandparents' farming. I liked to work with my hands, so I became a carpenter and ended up in Chicago. I also had a roommate, technically a boarder, who was helping me fix up my home in Oak Park.

Sarah was impressed I had my own home at 27. I learned that she was 24. I thought we were having a great time, so I offered to buy her a coffee at one of the many cafes near the zoo. She accepted, and we sat on the patio enjoying each other's company. I wasn't keeping track of time until her phone buzzed. It was already 4:30!

"It's my friends; I forgot to send them a message."

"Sure, I understand. Do you have to leave, or are you supposed to message them?"

"I'll just message them; they are a little overprotective."

"Good friends to have. Ask them if I can buy you dinner?"

Sarah put her phone down and gave me a look that pierced my soul. Then she smiled, and what a smile it was! I was lost in her smile until she spoke. "I didn't realize you were such a comedian, Beau. I would let you buy me dinner if you asked me."

Dinner was going great until she asked me the same question that she asked before. "I still want you to explain why you want to get to know me?"

"I don't know if I can put it into words. I saw you at the law office, and you intrigued me; you didn't flirt with us like many of the other women. It was like we were invisible to you. Whenever I tried to chat you up, you were polite but then went right back to work. It just made me want to know more. Most of all, I think you are beautiful."

Sarah blushed and studied my face. Then she shook her head. "No, I'm not beautiful. There are way more attractive women than me at my office; you can't tell me Amanda Todd isn't more beautiful."

I scoffed, "She may be beautiful on the outside, but she is ugly on the inside. Amanda is the most self-centred person I've ever met. If you search the internet for the biggest narcissist in Chicago, she will be the first result."

Sarah almost smiled. "How do you know that? You didn't seem to have any trouble flirting with her."

"I made a big mistake and went to dinner with her. Did you know that Amanda always gets what she wants?"

Now Sarah laughed, "We all do, and I think it's true too."

I was saved from further conversation about Amanda by Sarah's phone buzzing. It was her friends checking up on her again. She had work tomorrow and had to go. I knew that the day couldn't last forever, and we walked to the L station. I was feeling very nervous; she hadn't said if she was interested in another 'date.' When we arrived at the station, I only had minutes before her train arrived. "Ah, Sarah, I was wondering if I get another chance to get to know you more?"

She started to smile but stopped herself. "You said I had 'a month of Sundays,' and I always wanted to see the Navy Pier, 1 pm next Sunday."

I didn't know what to do next; a kiss was too forward, a handshake was too businesslike, so I opted for the truth. "I really enjoyed spending the afternoon with you, Sarah."

She still looked skeptical, but there was mischief in her eyes. "And I enjoyed the afternoon with you, Beau. See you next Sunday."

The following Sunday we had a great time at the Navy Pier. Sarah was like me, she had come to Chicago as a child to sightsee, but since she moved here as an adult didn't play tourist. This was her chance, and I was happy to accompany her. I also learned more about her; the topic of the day was sports.

She liked the Bears, and I liked the Black Hawks. We both liked baseball; however, she liked the White Sox, and I cheered for the Cubs. That would be fun when they played each other, I thought. The odds weren't good for a World Series rematch; it's been over one hundred years since they met there.

We were set for the architecture river cruise on the Sunday after the Navy Pier. It was mind-boggling. At about the seventh building, my brain was overloaded with facts and figures. Sarah was equally amazed. Yet, she agreed to have dinner with me afterward.

The conversation flowed so well we spent 2 hours in the restaurant; we would have spent longer, but the wait staff hinted strongly they needed the table. I learned more about Sarah. She loved her job, but her apartment and her roommate not so much. Sarah wanted a house one day out in the suburbs and a family. She was envious of me that I already had a house of my own.

"It's not really mine, you know, the bank owns most of it, and it still needs a lot of work."

Sarah then gave me hope I was getting somewhere with her.

"I would like to see your house one day."

"I would love to show you my house, maybe one Sunday."

"Maybe."

I still hadn't convinced her I was for real, obviously. Then she hit me with a question that I thought came right out of left field

"You said that you had dated Amanda Todd; who else are you dating right now?"

I was stunned. "No one, I haven't dated anyone since my bad experience with Amanda, and that was before I sent you flowers the first time."

She looked skeptical. "I'm still having a hard time believing that you are interested in me. We're not a couple or anything; we are just hanging out together on Sunday afternoons. You could be dating someone else"

Now my face was flushed, and without thinking I placed my hand on hers. "Sarah, I know I'm still on probation with you, but I'm not interested in anyone else. As far as I'm concerned, we're exclusive. I mean, I just want to spend my time with you and you only."

Maybe I'd just blown it saying we were exclusive when we haven't even shared a kiss, but I was getting a little frustrated that she didn't believe me. However, at the same time, she hadn't moved her hand from under mine. I gave it a little squeeze.

Time seemed to stand still. I didn't know what else to do or say, and she was frozen in place. That was when the waitress hinted strongly that they needed the table. That shattered the moment.

The next Sunday we were going to Milliman Park for a concert. Sarah was a little off, I thought. We were near the Jay Pritzker Pavilion, and the concert was starting soon.

"Are you ok, Sarah? You seem off today."

I was hoping she was just sick or something, but instead it was, 'we have to talk'

"I'm not sure this is working, Beau."

"Why would you say that?"

"I don't think you're attracted to me. Last week you told me you thought we were exclusive, but you haven't even tried to kiss me..."

I didn't let her finish. I kissed her. Her lips were so soft and kissable I didn't want to stop, but I did because if I didn't, I was going to lose control.

Sarah then kissed me, and that was it! I pulled her onto my lap as our tongues danced. The kiss grew deeper, and my cock hardened. By the time we came up for air, my cock was trying to rip through my jeans. We were both flushed and breathing heavily.

"Do you still think I'm not attracted to you?"

Her response was to kiss me again. We only stopped making out when the music started. Sarah climbed off my lap, and we walked hand in hand to the Plaza. I don't remember much of the concert; I was just happy to be there with Sarah. The rest of the day was grand; when the concert was done, we went for dinner.

I knew the day was going to end soon; we both live in the burbs but work in the city, so it's up early on Monday. Yet I wanted to confirm where we were at. As we arrived at the L station, I had to ask her.

"Sarah, do you believe me when I say that I'm interested in you?"

She giggled, and of course it was the cutest giggle I've ever heard. "You are starting to persuade me, but I'll need more kisses to know for sure."

My cock immediately hardened when she giggled and became rock hard with her words. "Maybe next Sunday I could show you my house? Perhaps I could cook you dinner?" Yes my mom made sure I could cook as well, she wanted well rounded.

Sarah thought about it for far too long, as far as I was concerned.

"That sounds nice, I think that's a good idea."

That led to some more kisses until my train arrived.

Then I almost screwed it up.

On Monday we were working near a different florist, and I was inspired to send Sarah flowers. My card only took three tries to write this time.

Sarah, Best day of my life yesterday. Can't wait to see you again. Beau

Maybe it was over the top, but at this point I was beyond restraint. I must admit, on Tuesday I was watching my phone. At lunchtime, the message came.

*Thank you for the great day and the flowers. Can't wait to see you.*

I was floating through work for the rest of the day. Wednesday night is when things went sideways and Amanda showed back up in my life.

Amanda was surprised like many people at the law office that Sarah had received flowers at work. Amanda kept up with the Partner gossip herself and counted on her paralegals to keep her up to date with the other staff gossip. Sarah never went out for drinks after work and was unremarkable in every way. Like the rest of the office Amanda was happy for the short busy bee.

When the second bouquet of flowers arrived, Amanda chucked that Sarah probably had found some short, chubby, bespectacled computer geek with bad hair. Two ugly people getting together it would get them out of circulation. The downside is they probably would make ugly kids.

The third bouquet made Amanda curious as to who this person was sending Sarah flowers. She was working late the Tuesday that they arrived, and when no one else was around, she went to Sarah's cubicle. She read the card and thought it couldn't be her Beau. Yet when she opened the other cards pinned to the divider, the switch inside her head flipped.

It was the switch that flipped every time she didn't get what she wanted. The change was instant: normal, rational Amanda turned into an irrational maniac Amanda. The last time this had happened was in college. Amanda had her eye on a guy, and another girl seemed to have the guy's eye. That couldn't continue. Amanda got the guy she wanted, and the girl was humiliated in the process.

Amanda had a mental block when it came to not getting what she wanted. For example: Her long-term boyfriend had NOT dumped her when he saw Beau in her apartment. No, he would come around; they still frequented the same places, and any attempt to get together with another woman he was interested in was sabotaged by Amanda.

Amanda would get what she wanted and marry him in the end. It was only a matter of time. Then she could continue having something on the side, just be more discreet. She was royally pissed at Beau for messing that up. At the same time, she wanted more Beau-gasms! He couldn't ghost her either. Amanda Todd broke up with people like Beau when she got bored of them, not the other way around.

It was a toxic love/hate thing that Amanda had bouncing around in her head. Amanda wanted to tear up that first card from me to Sarah. She wanted to smash the vase on the floor. Amanda could not believe that HER Beau would want the short, flat-chested, and fat-assed Sarah. What could she possibly offer that would interest a guy? Ah! Amanda figured it out; it was the fat ass: she did anal.

Amanda stewed on it all night and then was delighted when Sarah stayed late to finish a file on Thursday. Amanda stayed late as well and waited until the two of them could be alone. Sarah was so engrossed in her work she was startled when Amanda cleared her throat, standing right behind her.

"Ms. Todd, you startled me."

"Don't Ms. Todd me, you man-stealing fat-assed little bitch!"

Sarah was stunned.

"I don't know how you wormed your way into a relationship with Beau Collins, but it ends today. If you don't, I will see you fired and blacklisted."

Sarah remained speechless; she knew deep down that Amanda couldn't do that, but the fire in Amanda's eyes scared Sarah.

"Do you understand me?"

Sarah just nodded her head as Amanda stormed off.

I was surprised when Sarah phoned me that night. We had spoken on Wednesday night; Sarah had called me to ask what she should bring.

"Hi Sarah."

"Hi Beau, I've had a terrible day, and I wanted to let you know what happened because it affects you."

"I'm worried now. What happened?"

"Amanda Todd found out that you and I are dating, and she threatened to have me fired and blacklisted if I didn't stop."

"She can't do that; it's a law office for shit's sake."

"I know she can't, but it doesn't mean she didn't say nasty things to me, and the look in her eyes was as if she were a madwoman."

"Do you want me to do anything? What are you going to do about it?"

"No, I can't think of anything you can do. It'd be great if you could come give me a hug, but it's a long way and already late. I'm going to talk to my supervisor about it tomorrow."

"Is that Natasha? She was great to us; I suspect she will take care of it. She's just like my boss's wife, Angela, who runs our office, no-nonsense."

"I better go. I feel better now that I spoke to you. Sweet dreams."

"My pleasure, I'm sure they'll be sweet. I'll be thinking of you."

The next day Sarah asked to see Natasha in private, and this is what she told me happened.

"Mrs. Woods, could I speak to you a moment?"

"Sure, come on in, and it's Natasha, remember, what's on your mind?"

"May I close the door? It is of a personal nature."

"Of course, then come sit down and tell me what's the matter."

"I don't know if I want anything to happen, but I like my job here, and I don't want to jeopardize it. Yet I need to report what happened. I would like for it not to happen again."

Natasha was perplexed. She was in the gossip loop, and Sarah was never talked about until she received the flowers. Sarah was one of her best paralegals, and it must be one of the male lawyers harassing her, she thought.

"Let's hear what you have to say first, ok Sarah."

"Last night I was working late, and Ms. Todd confronted me at my desk. Somehow she found out I was dating Beau Collins, and she lost it on me."

"The same Beau Collins who worked on the reno, the one with the killer behind?"

"Yes, that's him. Apparently he went on a date with Ms. Todd before me, and she thinks that I stole him from her."

Natasha had to admit to herself she could see Beau with Amanda but not Sarah. Beau was one hot guy; that tight polo left nothing to the imagination. Yet at the same time she couldn't fathom the attraction to Sarah. Regardless,

"And Beau says he's not dating her; he's not interested, but we all know that Ms. Todd always gets what she wants."

"That's what he told me. Ms. Todd also made some nasty comments about me and my body."

"Don't tell me, let me guess she called you a fat ass or something like that?"

"Yes, she called me that as well as a bitch."

"Listen, Sarah, from one woman with a generous caboose to another, some of those skinny-assed b... ah women go crazy when guys go for us instead of them. It's their caveman brain; it sees our childbearing hips and wants to breed us. My Floyd is like that; he can't keep his hands off my booty. I bet your Beau is the same."

Sarah definitely didn't know what to say to that.

"Thanks for bringing this to my attention Sarah, if it happens again you let me know. Don't worry, you are not getting fired; you're doing too good a job for that."

"Thank you, Mrs. Brooks, ah, I mean Natasha, I hope it doesn't happen anymore."

Sarah didn't know what Natasha did with the information on Friday. Amanda didn't say a word to her.

I couldn't wait for Sunday; I cleaned up my house as best I could with the construction. My tenant found something else to do, and I went shopping for the ingredients for my best meal.

I'll admit I was watching the window, and at five minutes to one I saw Sarah coming up my front walk. Damn! Double Damn!

She had on a dress; Sarah had never worn a dress before, and it was perfect. It was an A-line dress, and it made her look fabulous. I think she was excited to be coming over because her pointy nipples were prominent and it wasn't cold out.

She knocked, and I counted to three before opening the door. Up close, Sarah looked even better. I leaned in for a kiss, and it was delightful.

"Great to see you, Sarah. Please come in. Would you like the tour?"

"It's great to see you as well, sure."

I showed her my half-renovated house, and she seemed impressed. I made sure I didn't end the tour at the master bedroom, but she did get to see it.

I had a backyard, and I invited her to sit with me there for lemonade. It might just have been me, but I felt a sexual tension. This was the longest I've had to wait to bed a girl since high school. I'd continue to try my best to take it slow, but oh how I wanted her.

"I really love your dress, Sarah."

She had the look of a woman who knew she wore exactly the right outfit. "Thank you, I was hoping it looked good. I'm so glad you like it. I was afraid you would think my hips are too big."

Sarah had no idea about her childbearing hips and my desire for them, I thought. Yet maybe she did, maybe she knew exactly what she was doing and saying. She was not blushing like some innocent virgin. It looked like it was not just me who was feeling the tension.

"Your hips are perfect, just like the rest of you." There I said it. Truth all of it! Her response blew me away.

"I think we need to tour your bedroom again; I didn't get a good enough look before."

What did she just say?! Damn and double damn! "We can do that, and here I thought you were shy."

She giggled, the sexiest giggle I've ever heard. "Just because I'm not a big flirt with the hunky reno- guys, you think I'm shy. Maybe I'm just a little more discerning about who I show interest in."

I didn't know what to say to that at all. I just stood up and led her back to my bedroom. Once there, I still didn't say anything; I just kissed her, hard.

She melted into my kiss. My hands started out in her hair as I pulled her into the kiss. They moved of their own volition to her back, over her hips and cupped her incredible ass. I lifted her so I didn't have to lean down.

I pulled her subconsciously forward into my hard cock. I'm sure she could feel it as I could feel her nipples poking me through the thin material of her dress.

Our kiss intensified. She had her hands on my shoulders in a death grip. I guess she was afraid I would drop her, but she loosened her grip and her hands moved down my back. I felt her hands cup my ass as she pulled me closer.

My cock was straining against my jeans; I needed to set him free. I put Sarah down and took her dress off in one motion. She only had on a tiny thong, and it was both soaked and wedged in her slit.

I kissed my way down her neck. I had to get on my knees when I reached her hard, pointy nipples. She yelped when I licked the tip of the right one. She moaned as I sucked it into my mouth. I switched sides and Sarah started to sag. I was afraid she would fall, so I stood and picked her up again, placing her on the bed.

I blew on her left nipple, and she did a full-body shiver. I was certain now that her nipples were super sensitive. Lightly kissing all around them, I avoided her nipples. It was so cute as she twisted and turned her body to try to get me to kiss them.

I then moved lower, kissing down her soft belly to her navel. She whimpered the whole way there. As my mouth travelled downward, my hands moved from her hips upward. Using my teeth, I gripped her thong and started to pull it down her legs.

At the same time, my hands had reached her breasts and my fingers her nipples. Sarah shrieked, and it only got louder as my fingers began to tweak her nipples.

She had started to raise her hips to help me with the thong but then slammed them back down as she lost control from the nipple play. Her thong ripped in response, but I don't even think she noticed. Instead, she clutched my bed forcefully and came.

I had never met a woman who could cum from only nipple stimulation, and it was glorious. Sarah was making these very cute moan whimpers as she came back to earth. I didn't give her any respite.

My tongue touched her clit, and she shrieked even louder. I wanted to tease her as I explored her vulva with my tongue. It tasted so sweet; I wanted to taste every part of it, but Sarah wasn't having any of that. With a strength I couldn't believe, she grabbed my head and forced it back to her clit.

I could have fought it, but that would have been silly. Taking her clit in my lips, I applied moderate suction, and she came again! Her hips bucked violently once, and then she ordered me to fuck her.

I'd been dying to try out those child-bearing hips for a month. I stood and tore off my shirt and jeans, but I didn't want any children yet. Reaching for the nightstand to get a condom, she stopped me.

"You don't need one, I'm on the pill. I started a few weeks ago."

For a nanosecond I was mad, angry that she had made me wait so long in limbo. That morphed quickly into lust as more blood rushed to my cock until I thought it would explode.

As I moved into position, my cock eagerly lined up with her vagina. I pushed slowly in an inch. She did the full-body shiver again and thrust her hips upward. Capturing a few more inches.

"Please!" She begged.

I slid the rest of the way home, and I was home. I was nestled in the snuggest, hottest, wettest pussy of my life, and it was bliss. I needed to savor the moment, but Sarah was having none of it!

Thrusting her hips upward again, she pleaded with me, "What are you waiting for, fuck me!"

It took a few strokes for us to find a rhythm, and then we were off to the races. I knew I wouldn't last long; it was going to be embarrassing for sure. However, Sarah saved me by cumming first, her whimper moans causing me to explode inside her.

I collapsed on her, barely remembering to brace myself from landing my full weight on her. While catching my breath, I had to say it.

"You're amazing."

She looked up at me smiling. I was lost in that smile. "You're pretty amazing yourself. Even more amazing than I imagined."

Sarah really knew what to say to get me instantly ready for round two. I was still inside her as she giggled to my resurging hardness. I rolled us over, so she was on top, with me still inside her. I wanted to play more with those nipples while she rode me and rode me she did!

This time I lasted longer, through two more of her orgasms until I once again succumbed to her magical vagina.

After a third round and a near fourth in the shower, I finally dragged myself off her to the kitchen to make her dinner. She loved my cooking, and I was sure I loved her. Life was good.

Life just got better and better after that. Sarah started to come over to my house after work on weekdays and would spend the night. We spent the entire weekend together; it was awesome.

Amanda avoided Sarah and work, and I was so enthralled with Sarah I only thought about her and work for the weeks that followed. That is until one Monday about a month later at our morning meeting.

Marco liked to have a meeting for all the crews on Monday morning. He liked to keep us informed, see our faces and give us shit or praise. It was mostly praise. We were expected to work hard, not cause trouble, and for that we were paid well and treated well. Marco's company was the premier finishing carpentry in Chicagoland because of that.

This morning, we had the usual updates and then came the bombshell.

"Gentlemen, I've warned you all many times; I've tried to emphasize the impact any personal misconduct could have on our reputation. That is directly tied to our profitability and your financial welfare. Yet it has finally happened. I hoped it would never happen, but here it is our first sexual harassment complaint."

Marco held up a piece of paper, and the room went from semi bord/same old same old to total focus on what Marco was about to say.

"Let me summarize the main points: your worker.............. while doing renovations........ He pursued our employee despite her disinterest...... He coerced her, raped her...... Then he threatened her with violence if she reported the incident."

If this were true, my company and I would do everything to see the offender prosecuted, and their employment would be terminated. However, our first complaint is a bunch of bullshit! And in that case, we will stand behind our worker; we will not rest until this complaint is withdrawn and exposed for the lie it is."

The crowd was all murmurs at this: who was the complaint about, what job was it on and what did one of them do to piss off some woman. Most of all who was named in the complaint? Marco cut through the noise,

"I'm not going to say who the bogus complaint was about or what job it was alleged to have occurred on. Instead, I'm just going to reiterate, the renovation jobs are a relatively small part of our overall work, but they are the most profitable and let's face it, it's nice to work in an office environment, especially in winter. The scenery is often much better than the new builds, isn't it?"

He generated the laughter he expected. I was not the only one to score on a renovation job, far from it, but we all knew how things can go sideways, and that would hit us right in the wallet- or worse.

The meeting broke up, and I went off to the site with the rest of the crew. I was surprised when Marco showed up to visit us that day. We were working at the same job as last week, so this was odd.

Then he waited until I was alone, for a private talk,

"Beau, in case you were wondering, the complaint was about you."

I was stunned; I must have been in a Sarah love daze, so I just didn't put it together that Amanda would be the one to complain. Not that I had done anything wrong with her.

"I want you to know that it looked very real, from a law firm, obviously. They had a web page, and Angela called them. They seemed legit until Angela remembered the number she was supposed to pass on to you from someone named Amanda. It was the same number as this supposed law firm. She dug deep, and it was all a fake to get you fired."

I was stunned again; what a psycho bitch! Was she really blaming me for cheating on her boyfriend? If I had known, I never would have touched her. She was psycho, taking a run at Sarah at work as well! Sarah, who had nothing to do with anything!

"So, Beau, you're a great worker and assistant crew boss. One day I'm sure you'll have your own crew. Just no more of this shit, yeah?"

"Absolutely, Marco. I couldn't resist her, but never again. I'm sure I've found the one, and I'm not interested in losing this job or anyone else."

"Good, now get back to work before someone notices us talking."

That's another reason why we liked Marco; it was nearly impossible to keep things secret with the guys, but he was giving it a shot. If word gets out, I will be razed for weeks until someone else does something stupid.

"Oh, and one more thing, Beau, I'm going to call this Amanda's firm and let them know what she did. You might want to give that special girl of yours a heads up."

How did he know about Sarah? Angela, his wife of course. She finds out everything. I don't know how, but I do know to keep on her good side, and I owe her big time for exposing Amanda's complaint. Yet first I had to call Sarah.

"HI Beau, this is a surprise. It must be important you calling me at work."

"Ya, ya, it is. I don't want to bother you at work, but it's important. Amanda put in a bogus rape complaint against me, and my boss told me he's going to call her boss later today."

"No way! She did that?"

"Way! She made up some bogus law firm and story to get me in big trouble. It almost worked, but my boss's wife runs the office and figured it out."

"Wow, she just doesn't give up; you must have really broken her heart."

"Ha, ha, very funny. She would need a heart to have it broken. She's just pissed she didn't get what she wanted."

"Tragic for her; she couldn't have a boyfriend and a side piece at the same time."

"Ya, I guess Amanda doesn't always get what she wants."

Epilogue

What happened to Amanda? Natasha had informed the Partners of her threat to Sarah. Marco had a nice chat with the Partner in charge of personnel. Then that partner had a chat with his peers.

Amanda was a great lawyer, but they could not risk the liability of her doing something else like this in the future. They made a not-so-subtle suggestion to Amanda to resign.

That, coupled with the fact that she couldn't get her boyfriend back, led her to leave Chicago. Did she get what she wanted somewhere else? I don't know; that would be another story.

The story really wasn't about me, but you probably want to know about Me and Sarah. Yes we married, and yes, her childbearing hips worked well as she kept me warm every night. Four times, well, no less. Three cute-as-a-button girls, just like their mom and one ruggedly handsome son, just like his dad.

Amanda didn't get what she wanted, but I got more than I deserved!