Shower sex is difficult. Anyone that says otherwise is lying. And while wonderful and steamy, it still didn't scratch the itch just right. Pam laid in bed next to Jim, she was curled up, head on his chest. Neither of them fully asleep yet. She thought about her dream, and the subsequent fantasy that followed.
She thought about his words. That was what had excited her the most. The contrast of knowing Jim as the perfect gentleman, then hearing him say such vulgar things was ironically hot, and just the thought of it had her aroused again.
She lifted her head slightly."Hey," she whispered.
"Mmm?" He breathed. She paused for a minute.
"Nevermind." She said, resting her head back down.
"No, whats up?" He asked.
She shook her head on his chest. "Nothing," she replied. "We can talk about it tomorrow."
He moved then to turn the light on. He rested his weight on his elbows as he looked at her. "Spill it Beesly."
She sighed before laying on her own pillow. She stared at the ceiling, then closed her eyes. "What do you think about…" She could barely bring herself to say the words. She swallowed before continuing "...Dirty talk?"
She opened one of her eyes to gauge his reaction.
He stared at her for a moment, processing. Then the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. "Is that something you want?" he asked, his voice slightly taunting.
She looked at him. "Not if it makes you uncomfortable."
He shook his head, looking down. "Not at all." He said, raising his eyes to her. There was a distant glimmer to them as he spoke. "It's certainly something we could try." He said, leaning to her slowly. His voice became lower, raspier, "And if it's something you don't like…" he trailed his hand slowly up her bare thigh beneath the sheets. "You can tell me to stop."
There was the fire.
She could feel it deep within her and it started slowly burning as his fingertips traced from her knees to her hip.
She closed her eyes, "Okay."
"How about this." He said, bringing his lips to her jaw. "I'll start talking. And you tell me what you like, or don't like." His fingers were running gently up her sides and her breathing quickened.
She nodded. He trailed his hand up to her jaw, grasping it warmly as he kissed her. She arched into the kiss, her hand going to his forearm.
He pressed his lips to her ear, moving his hand to her breast, over her night shirt.
"Do you like it when I touch you?" He asked.
"Yes." She breathed.
He rubbed his thumb over her nipple, smiling in her ear as it hardened underneath his touch. He moaned softly. "I love how you react when I touch you." He flicked his thumb over her again and a small whimper fell from her lips. "I love the sounds you make." He flicked again and she arched her back. "I love how you move." He flicked again. "I love seeing you squirm."
Everything he said fanned the fire in her belly further, she could feel her arousal between her legs.
His whole hand covered her breast and he gently squeezed, a guttural groan in the back of his throat. "I love your perfect tits."
And her body was on fire. Whether it was the word, or the small bite on her earlobe that sent her into a frenzy, she wasn't sure, but she bit back a moan and turned, grasping his face and kissed him hard, swinging a leg over his hip.
"Touch me." She begged raggedly. "Please."
He smiled as he kissed her and moved his hand to her core, moaning into her mouth as he felt her wet. He wasted no time sliding two fingers into her. She hummed in response, kissing him back. He started moving faster as he broke from the kiss.
"God, you get so wet for me." He breathed against her lips. A direct quote from her fantasy that sounded so much better in real life. Her breaths were quick and ragged.
"Tell me to come." She breathed. "Please, Jim.."
His eyes became cloudy, as he stared at her. Her eyes closed, heavily breathing, as she begged him, his own arousal, fully erect beneath him. He added his thumb, gently rubbing around her clit and she arched into him further, another whimper on her lips.
"Come for me, Pam." He demanded as he pumped his fingers faster. She shuddered around him, her orgasm quickly hitting her. He stopped moving his hand and let her ride it out. After a moment, he slowly removed his fingers from her, resting them on her hip. Her eyes were still closed.
He kissed her forehead as she caught her breath "How was that?" He asked, smiling.
She snapped her eyes open and it was not the Pam he knew staring at him. He had never seen this look of desire on her face. She said nothing, just quickly rolled him to his back with a strength he didn't know she had. Her mouth went to his neck and her hand to his erection. He breathily moaned at her touch and she sighed in response, feeling him fully hard in her hand. She stroked the length of him and kissed her way down his chest.
He didn't have time to stop her as she hungrily pulled down his boxers. Barely getting out a "Pam, wai-" before she took him in her mouth. She delighted in hearing the new moan escape his throat as she slid her lips over the length of him. A moan she had never heard before that sent the fire inside her ablaze and she thought she might combust. She only wished she could hear it louder. She made a note to be sure to try this again when they were home alone.
She could feel her own arousal increase with every moan, every breath, every grunt as she took him deeper and dragged her tongue against him. She lifted herself away from him, noting his hands clenched on the bed. She lightly placed her hands on top of his, looking him in the eyes.
"Don't stop talking." She said. As she lowered herself back down. She licked at him and sucked, and tortured him in all the delicious ways he did to her.
"Jesus, Pam…" he breathed, feeling his own orgasm building.
She released him, looking up at him. "Dirtier." She said as she sank her mouth back down onto him. He held back the moan in his throat. She could feel his hands clench underneath her own. His breathing became faster. "God, Pam… you're gonna make me come."
She trailed her tongue up the length of him, shaking her head. She stopped before she closed her lips around him again, "Dirtier." She demanded, moving his hands to her hair. She took him into her throat, sliding slowly around him, humming as she did. She kept her hands against his, forcing him to hold her in place. Her mouth was hot and wet and Jim saw stars when she shallowly moved her head, her nose, just brushing his pelvis.
She felt his hands tighten in her hair as the slow, "Fuck..." Fell from his lips.
That's when she saw white. She started moving faster, feeling her arousal dripping between her legs. She wanted more than anything to hear him say it again, to keep hearing his moans, to feel him hot and heavy in her mouth. To say she was on fire was an understatement. She had exploded.
Then, she was on her back.
She looked up at him, confused, then saw the same lust in his eyes and she smiled. He said nothing, just captured her lips with his, kissing her feverishly. He was everywhere, he covered her completely, his hands roaming over her body, her breasts, in her hair, around her legs, until they settled on her hips. He leaned back on his legs again, grasping her hips tightly as he entered her slowly, reveling in her hum of pleasure as he filled her. She was warm and pulsing around him. He stared at her, staying up right. He slowly moved her hips against him, setting the pace. It was as usual. Slow. Excruciatingly slow.
"Please…" She begged. He grinned as he moved a little faster. Loving the quiet sighs from the back of her throat, and the feeling of his hips hitting her thighs with each thrust.
"Please Jim…" She whined. "I'm not a china doll," she said between breaths. "You're not going to break me."
He moved a little faster before his eyes clouded over again, the sound of his hips hitting her becoming audible.
"Touch yourself." he said. She felt herself pulse around him and trailed her hand down her body, rubbing slow circles around her swollen clit.
He moaned, watching her, trying to hold off his own climax long enough.
"Please Jim… please," she breathed. "I'm so close."
"Tell me what you want." He demanded, thrusting into her slower. She breathily whined in response "What do you want, Pam?"
She clawed at the sheets around her, her fingers moving furiously against her. "Harder." She begged.
"Dirtier." He growled. She whined in response, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to bring herself to the edge.
"Look at me." He demanded. ""Tell me what you want, Pam."
She breathed heavily, staring directly into his eyes. "I want you to fuck me."
He felt a wave of primal lust wash over him as he gripped her hips tighter and thrust into her, hard. He kept thrusting hard and fast. He was setting the pace, he was holding her hips down, and she was at his mercy. She felt her orgasm build faster, the harder be pumped into her. His hands went from her hips, to the backs of her knees, pinning them to her chest. He kept thrusting harder, his soft grunts matching her muffled cries as she covered her mouth.
Her orgasm broke and crashed around her as he kept pumping into her hard. His moans grew louder, and louder, then silent as he released inside her. She pulsed around him, shaking, hot and sweaty. He released her legs and collapsed on top of her, breathing heavy.
It took a minute for them each to catch their breath. They laid there, feeling the rise and fall of each other's chest.
He smiled into her cheek. She was still out of breath when he asked, "Dirty enough?"
She just softly giggled and wrapped her arms around him tighter.
So, as it turned out, Pamela Beesly had a sexual side that neither Jim or herself ever quite knew about. They talked about it some the following day. Talking to Jim had always been easy, but she never figured it would be this easy. She would skirt around the subject or talk in innuendos with Roy, but with Jim, it was comfortable, easy, safe. Sure she would blush or cast her gaze to her fingernails, but he would take her hand, and her nervousness would melt away.
And if it were possible, he fell in love with her even more. This incredible woman not only loved him for all his weird quirks and flaws, but was able to share every part of herself with him. And wanted to.
They made it through the work day, pushing through the boredom, waiting for five o'clock to come.
They took separate cars to Poor Richards and sat opposite each other at the table. Oscar generously bought the first round and the evening was filled with laughter and smiles.
After a while, people started dispersing. Angela went home after one drink, Dwight left soon after. Kevin moved to another table with Meredith to play Keno and Creed sat himself at the bar. Kelly went to grab herself and Pam another drink, leaving her with Jim, Toby, and Ryan. They were in a heated discussion about sports.
Pam couldn't help letting her eyes linger on Jim. He was passionate about the topic they were on, and he spoke with such confidence and fervor. She admired him, looking back to Toby or Ryan at the appropriate moments, but always falling back on Jim.
Kelly plopped herself down next to Pam, sliding the cosmo glass in front of her. Pam looked to the glass, then to Kelly.
"Geeze you go all out!" Pam chuckled as Kelly grinned.
"That," she started, "is not from me." She said beaming. She looked to the bar. "It's from him."
Pam looked to the bar. A handsome man in dress slacks and a button down waved to her. She shyly waved back.
"He is so sweet," Kelly continued, "he wanted to buy us both drinks. So flattering right? But I told him I was taken and he was super nice about it. But then I told him that you are single," she said, nudging Pam with her elbow, "and in the market."
Pam looked at Kelly, shock in her eyes. "Kelly!"
"What?!" She responded. "You need to get back out there, Pam! Get your feet wet." She smiled as she sipped her own drink. "He's a perfect opportunity."
Pam scoffed as she looked back to the man. He held up his drink in a cheers motion and after a beat, Pam reluctantly returned the gesture before taking a sip.
Jim's ears perked up at Kelly's comment, and he slyly took note of the gentleman at the bar. He continued his conversation with Ryan and Toby, but was only half listening. He was focused on Kelly and Pam's conversation.
Jim had never really been the overtly jealous type. Hell, he spent three years watching the woman he loves go home with another man. Even with past girlfriends, it wasn't an issue. He had even been cheated on and sure it had hurt, but it was nothing compared to the feeling deep in his gut right now.
He made a quick look over his shoulder. He seemed nice enough, dressed in business casual clothes, probably there for post work drinks like the rest of them. And he wasn't an unattractive man. Which made it all the worse that he had his eyes on Pam. His Pam. He hated to even think it, even scolded himself for it, but dammit he had waited three years for her and now some other man was eyeing her.
He took another sip of his drink and tried to turn the focus back to the conversation before him.
Pam noted the change in Jim. She knew he was only half involved with the discussion Ryan had started about the Chicago Bulls. She quietly sipped her drink as Kelly went on a rant about some celebrity, all the while keeping an eye on the man at the bar.
After they had finished their drinks, Kelly went to the bathroom and after scanning the room and meeting the man's gaze again, Pam quickly followed.
When she came out, Kelly was back at the bar and the man seemed to be putting on his jacket to leave. Pam scurried back to the table, her eyes down. When she looked up, the man was gone. Kelly was on her way back to the table with two waters.
"Excuse me?" A voice came from behind her. "Is this seat taken?" The man from the bar asked her. Before she could answer, Kelly sat in front of them.
"Not at all!" Kelly smiled.
The man looked back to Pam. She reluctantly smiled. "I guess not." She replied.
She darted her eyes to Jim. He was staring at the man, his eyebrows turned up slightly. Ryan and Toby looked over as he sat down, but continued talking after a beat.
Kelly sipped her water, her eyes switching between Pam and the man from the bar.
"I'm Chase." He said, extending his hand. Pam shyly shook it. "Pam." She replied, a small smile on her face.
He smiled, staring into her eyes. "Pam." He repeated, holding her hand for a beat before releasing it.
Jim's eyes were on Chase's hand holding Pam's and he could feel the heat rising in his chest.
Pam placed both her hands on the water in front of her and awkwardly fumbled with the straw.
"So, Pam." Chase started. "I was wondering if maybe I could ask you to dinner sometime." He looked down at his hands. "If you wanted to that is." He looked back up at her.
She could feel herself blush. She looked back at him and smiled shyly. "Thank you." She said. "That's very sweet, but…" she looked to Kelly, her mouth agape in horror. "I'm just not really in a place to date right now."
Chase smiled at her, nodding. "Understood."
He went to stand, reaching into his jacket's breast pocket. "But when you are," he handed her his business card. "Give me a call."
She felt her blush deepen as she smiled, taking the card from his hands.
He put his hand on her shoulder and lowered his voice. She kept her eyes forward as he talked.
"I think you are an incredibly beautiful woman," he paused, his fingers dusting a lock of hair off her shoulder, "and I would be honored to get to know you."
Pam's breath caught in her throat as she turned her head to look at him. He was already stepping back, leaving her with one more smile as he turned to leave.
The table fell quiet for a moment.
"Oh. My. God." Kelly started.
"Score one for Pam." Ryan laughed.
Pam looked over at them. Toby was quiet and Jim's eyes were still on the door. "Wow." He quipped, looking back at Pam.
"Pam?!" Kelly exclaimed, "Why in the world would you let that man walkout of here?"
Pam shrugged, a small smile on her face as she thumbed the card in her hand. "He's just not my type." She looked to Kelly who held a dumbfounded look on her face, then to Jim. The corner of his mouth was turned up slightly.
"Not your type?!" Kelly continued, "Tall, blonde, and gorgeous is not your type?"
Pam shrugged again. "I guess not."
"Ugh." Kelly dramatically let her head fall to the table.
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They finished out the evening and paid their tabs. Pam couldn't read Jim. After Chase had left, something was different, but she couldn't figure it out. His laughs seemed almost forced, his smiles just slightly tighter than usual, his eyes not quite sparkling, but not normal either.
To anyone else, nothing would have looked or seemed different. But Pam could tell.
After Kelly scolded her numerous times for letting 'Adonis' in a suit walk away, she finally dropped it. Slowly but surely the rest of the office filtered out, including Jim. She was the last one to pay her tab and hit the bathroom one more time before walking to the parking lot.
Jim was leaning against his car that was parked next to hers.
"Hey." She smiled.
Hey," he responded. Pam scanned the parking lot, ensuring the rest of their coworkers left before moving into him, sliding her arms around his waist and pressing her lips to his.
He was warm, but unmoving. She leaned back to look at him. He stared back at her softly.
"So Chase?" He started, a half smile spreading on his face. Pam dug her face into his chest.
"That was so embarrassing." She said. "That's never happened to me before."
"Really?" He asked.
"Really," She replied looking back up at him. "Aside from peeing all over me, Roy made it very clear to guys that I was off limits when we would go out."
"What about with Penny or with friends?"
Pam shook her head. "Penny always dressed in a far more enticing way than I did and I never really went out with friends."
"Well," he sighed. "He did have a point about you being incredibly beautiful." He moved a hand to cup her face. He was smiling, but something about his tone was off.
She paused before she asked, "You're not jealous are you?" She jested.
He rolled his eyes scoffing.
"Oh my god you are?" She asked, her tone losing its humor and taking on an empathetic one.
He wrapped his arms around her tighter, shrugging as he stared back at her. "So what if I am?"
A slow smile broke out on her face as she lifted herself and pressed her lips to his again. "I'd be okay with that." She said quietly. She kissed him again then added, "it's kind of hot."
He smiled into her kiss. "Yeah?"
"Mhm." She nodded in return. She broke away from him, her hands falling to his chest. "I know you enough to know you won't wail on a guy for daring to look at me." She said, "But it's nice to feel wanted."
He hummed, leaning down to kiss her again then brought his lips to her ear. "Let me show you just how much."