MISS OAK CH.3
She had never felt frustrated before. Not really. Not because Lester was a perfect lover—he never was—but because she had never given much importance to sex. It was nice when it happened, but she could also go weeks without missing it.
But that night, everything was different.
Her skin burned. It wasn’t a fever. It was a tightness in her chest. She moved from one side of the bed to the other, first to the right, then to the left, taking off one pillow, adding another. Nothing worked. Nothing calmed her.
Lester slept beside her, breathing deeply. Snoring.
Mandy looked at him. For a moment she felt like waking him up. To demand that he touch her. To tell him she hadn’t finished, that she wasn’t done. But a part of her told her that even if she did, he wouldn’t be able to satisfy her, not now.
She stayed in bed, on her back, breathing heavily. She looked at the ceiling. The mirror was there. The light was dim, she could barely see herself a little. But it was enough, a little of her was always more than enough.
She slid her body upward, searching for the light. Her neck. The base of her throat. Her shoulders. Until the light found what it was looking for: the curve of her breasts.
The necklace shone between them.
She pulled down one strap. Then the other. Her breasts were exposed. They were huge. They looked like melons. She had always thought it was a vulgar comparison, and many times people had said it to her throughout her life. But now she understood. They really did look like melons. No. They were actually bigger than melons.
A muffled moan escaped her lips. She couldn’t help it. They were so big that who wouldn’t moan at the sight of them?
She caressed the lower curve, feeling the weight in the palm of her hand. She slid her thumb over her nipple and felt it harden against her skin. She dug her fingers into her nipple. It felt incredible. She squeezed harder. The mirror showed her the image of her hands moving over her own breasts, and that image excited her more than any caress Lester had ever given her.
With her other hand, she began squeezing the other breast, stretching the nipple until it hurt.
In the mirror’s reflection, she couldn’t see her excited face, only her breasts, only her melons, and that was enough for her.
She came with a muffled moan, biting her lip so she wouldn’t wake Lester. Her body arched, her nails stayed dug into her own chest.
She had been trying on clothes for a long time to go to work. Lester had already left, he couldn’t wait for her.
It was so strange, she already had one button undone, her breasts were already peeking out a little. Maybe that was the problem, she thought.
Why only a little?
Her breasts, her huge melons, deserved a little more air.
She undid another button, just enough for Miss Oak to come back to life.
She looked at the clock, she had been at it for two hours. Two hours iring herself until she was perfect. She ran to her car, she wasn’t sure how she would explain it to Frank without looking crazy.
It took her another twenty minutes to get to the jewelry store. Ross greeted her and said something, but she couldn’t understand anything. She kept walking to Frank’s office.
She knocked softly on the door with her knuckles.
—Come in, Miss Oak—Frank said so clearly that it made her think he was pressed against the door.
She did so slowly.
—Frank, I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened with my clock—Mandy said nervously.
—Don’t worry, Miss Oak. You can arrive whenever you can.
—That’s very kind of you, Frank—Mandy said, surprised—. I promise it won’t happen again.
—Besides, you arrived just in time. A ring just arrived and I’d like you to give me your opinion.
—I’m not an expert in jewelry—she replied.
—I trust your judgment, Miss Oak—Frank declared, handing her a medium-sized metal box.
She opened it. Inside were beautiful rings. Most had small but well-cut diamonds, set in white gold. But the one that stood out the most was a gold one with a sapphire in the center.
—They’re beautiful—Mandy said, and she wasn’t lying.
—I’m glad you like them—Frank said, his voice becoming lower, more intimate—. But you didn’t tell me which one is your favorite.
Mandy looked at them for a moment. Her fingers brushed the edge of the box.
—This one—she said, pointing to the sapphire one—. It’s different. The others are pretty, but this one... has something special.
Frank nodded. He didn’t look surprised.
—I always knew you had good taste.
Mandy blushed. She didn’t know why. Frank hadn’t said anything inappropriate. Just a compliment. But the way he said it made her feel like she had ed a test she didn’t even know she was taking.
—Would you like to try it on?—Frank asked.
—Excuse me?
—The ring. Put it on. I want to see how it looks on your hand.
Mandy hesitated for just a second, a part of her, a very small part, told her not to do it for some reason. Still, the next instant the voice faded away. She took the ring. She slid it onto the ring finger of her left hand. It fit perfectly.
—What do you think?—Frank asked her.
—It’s more beautiful than I thought—Mandy replied, she couldn’t stop looking at the ring.
—Why don’t you keep it—Frank told her, whispering it. Something she still perceived as if he were speaking normally.
—I can’t...—she left the word unfinished—. Are you sure?
—Of course—Frank said—. Jewels for other jewels.
Mandy laughed, she jumped like she had won the lottery. She had only ever done that when Lester proposed to her.
—Thank you so much—Mandy said, smiling at him.
Lester had called her, he would arrive earlier today, maybe from now on he could always do it. They were now earning enough to hire someone to close up at night again.
Mandy stopped to buy champagne and a kilo of lamb. Her husband loved it.
As soon as she got home, she started cooking. Although she had never been very good at it, she knew Lester would appreciate the effort.
The kitchen smelled of rosemary and garlic. The sauce was slowly stirring in the pan. Mandy stirred with her right hand, holding the wooden spoon.
Her other hand, however, was near her belly. She felt a tingling in her fingers. Still, it never crossed her mind to take off the ring. It was so beautiful.
While the lamb was browning, her hand kept going down until it reached her pants.
She began to caress her crotch. It’s an itch, she thought, while she kept stirring the pan.
She started to sweat, it was getting hot, she unbuttoned her pants. And she kept caressing her crotch with her fingers. With the ring.
Without realizing it, she slipped her fingers inside her panties. The ring went in with them. It brushed her clit. A quick brush. A brief brush. She moaned. She wasn’t supposed to do that. But it felt so good.
She went back to the sauce. While her other hand kept caressing. The ring brushed against her vaginal opening more and more, circled around it, until it finally slipped inside her. Mandy came with a muffled moan. But it wasn’t enough to calm her. She was still hot, even hotter than before. She kept moving the ring inside her and was close to orgasm again in an instant.
She had to lean on the stove, she almost burned herself with the pan. The ring was supposed to be cold but inside her it felt warm. Soft.
She started to slide down until she was on the floor, her fingers still stuck to her vagina.
With her free hand, she pulled her huge breasts out of her shirt, lifted one to her mouth and began to suck it.
A burning smell started to fill the kitchen. The lamb was burning.
Mandy could smell it.
But she didn’t stop. She kept putting the ring in and out of her. Biting her nipple and moaning through it all.
When he got home, he noticed Mandy and Connor were outside the house. All the doors and windows were open.
—Dad, wanna play?—Connor asked him, holding a basketball.
—What happened?—he asked.
Mandy didn’t seem to have heard him. Her gaze was fixed on the ground.
Lester touched her shoulder. She looked at him, blushing.
—I burned your dinner—Mandy said, trying to force a smile.
—Are you guys okay?—Lester asked, feeling like bad luck was following him.
—Yes, we’re all fine—Mandy said, still blushing—. I brought this out—she said, showing him the champagne.
—There’s also pizza—Connor added, shooting the ball.
—I’m sorry—Mandy said, on the verge of tears—. It was all my fault.
—It’s okay, it can happen to anyone—Lester replied, touching her cheek where a tear was forming.
Mandy pulled her face away from her husband’s hand.
—Your hand—Mandy pointed out—. It’s very rough. What did you do?
—I don’t know what you’re talking about, it feels the same as always.
Mandy took Lester’s hand, it was very rough. She took his other hand. Same thing.
She touched his cheek, it was even rougher.
—What happened to you?—she asked again, her voice more agitated.
—Nothing, honey, I already told you—he said, moving closer to her.
—Lester, tell me—Mandy insisted, raising her voice.
—Mom?—Connor asked, putting the ball aside.
Lester gestured to his son to stay back.
—Mandy, listen to me, you’re tired, that’s all—her husband assured her.
Mandy seemed to want to say something else. But in the end, she just nodded.
This time she had made a greater effort to arrive on time. She set her alarm earlier than usual and although she spent a long time looking at herself in the mirror, she still managed to arrive only half an hour late.
She was wearing glasses, she felt tired. During the night, Lester had brushed her skin with his leg and she had startled, waking up several times.
—Miss Oak, right on time, come have a coffee—Frank said from his office. Of course she heard him.
She took a cup but her hand started shaking.
Frank noticed. He stood up without saying anything. He took the coffee pot and poured her a cup. Mandy wanted to say it wasn’t necessary, but the words wouldn’t come out.
For an instant their fingers touched, it was like touching fine leather: firm, warm, but surprisingly smooth.
She lifted the cup, but her hand shook so much the coffee almost spilled. In the end she chose to put it down on the table.
—Rough night?—Frank asked, sipping his cup.
—Something like that—she whispered—. I’m just a little tired.
—You can leave, if you need to—Frank offered.
—No, it’ll —Mandy said.
—You know, maybe I could help you—Frank mentioned.
—How?
Frank stood up from his chair and walked over to her.
—Take off your jacket.
Mandy hesitated.
—I swear it’s nothing scandalous—Frank assured her.
She took it off.
—Okay, now don’t be alarmed, it’s just a light touch on the shoulders—he said as he began to press them.
Mandy let out a moan. It wasn’t a scream but it was obvious what Mandy had just let out.
Neither said anything, but Mandy pulled away. It had felt good, maybe too good.
—Did I hurt you?—Frank asked.
—No, of course not, but I have a lot of work—she didn’t know what to say without offending her boss.
—I think your boss won’t get mad if you take some time to relax, I mean, who does a tense person serve?—Frank said, laughing.
—I guess...
—Sit down, I swear it’ll be five minutes.
Mandy did. She couldn’t think of a way to politely refuse.
Frank touched her shoulders again, just that, over her clothes.
Mandy still squirmed in her seat.
Frank didn’t seem to notice, or pretended not to, because he kept pressing.
Mandy held back so she wouldn’t make another sound. But her crotch began to wake up with a lot of heat.
Frank started holding her harder.
She gripped the edge of the chair tightly. Her teeth were clenched.
Unconsciously, her legs began to open. Her mouth was half open and Frank kept pressing, of course only her shoulders, not once did he try to explore beyond that.
—I’m going to apply a little more force now. This part is very tense—Frank warned.
Mandy held back as best she could the signs that she had had a powerful orgasm, still it was likely that Frank heard how she breathed heavily or how her legs moved erratically.
—Okay, if you want, I can do another one tomorrow—Frank said, letting her go.
Mandy took a moment to compose herself.
—Yes... maybe—she said finally.