Masturbation
I. Bad Dates
His date hadn't been bad but he was glad to be rid of the talkative blonde. From the beginning he got an odd feeling in his gut about the woman, she spent the majority of dinner and most of the movie talking about her ex-boyfriend. It was annoying but the deal breaker was when she asked him to be her friend.
Her gay friend.
She said that she could tell what he was from the moment they met. Initially he was confused but he smiled and thanked her for the coming out. Huck dropped down into his seat in his office, he rubbed his eyes trying to blot out the failed date.
No, he wouldn't go on any of Olivia's blind dates anymore.
He was aware that most people thought he was a robot with a heart. The only one who knew he was a real living human with urges for companionship was Quinn.
Maybe Olivia since she kept setting him up on these awful dates.
Quinn definitely knew him better than most and that annoyed him. She would be the ideal woman but that would never work for obvious reasons.
They worked together.
She was apart of their family now.
She was... Quinn. Pretty girls didn't go after guys like him.
Oh, she was so pretty to him. Under the surface he could see darkness brewing inside her which only drew him closer to her. She was smart too, unlike some of the women he went out with she picked up on hints quickly. She cared about him and she cared what he thought of her.
Images of Quinn flashed in his mind as he reclined in his chair. Pretty eyes and full lips with an inviting smile. He enjoyed the way she would say his name and blush, he wanted to teach her so much more than what he was supposed to. He wanted to feel her hands wrapped around his length instead of his own. He opened his eyes staring down at his hand.
He was doing it again, touching himself and thinking of her.
Baby Huck.
She was his.
He unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down along with boxers. He imagined her down on her knees before him. He moved his hand up and down his turgid length.
He could put her in so many positions and imagined a different one with each agonizing stroke. He bit down on his lip as he moved closer to that familiar pinnacle of ecstasy.
II. Voyeurism
Quinn heard him before she saw him, she was finishing up in her office when she heard his office door shut. She figured she would announce herself but decided not to,.she didn't want to bother him.
She knew he was coming back from another date.
She was a tad bit jealous that he was dating, but she got the feeling he saw her more as a little sister rather than a grown woman. He never once he felt anything other than fond admiration when it came to her.
The date obviously ended badly since he was back here so soon. She finished the last of her paperwork and packed away her things silently so she didn't bother him. Quinn stepped out of her office and closed the door gently.
"Quinn..." She heard him say her name softly, she placed her purse on her shoulder and smiled. Maybe he wanted to talk to her. "Quinn..." He said more insistently, there was a slight catch in his voice as he spoke. "Quinn!" He called out again, she poked her head into his office door and her smile fell.
His eyes were closed and he was...well...masturbating.
To her?
Quinn felt her cheeks heat up considerably, she never thought he liked her this way. She wondered how many times he had done this? Would her advances be welcome from now on or would he continue to keep acting like a prude in the Victorian age? The way he was moving into his hand made her jealous. Was it odd to be jealous of yourself?
Watching him caused her own body to react, her nipples tightened and she caught herself onthe wall as her knees buckled.
She noticed he stopped moving suddenly, he called out her name as he reached his release. Quinn watched as his cum landed on his stomach, jeans, hands with a few droplets falling onto the floor. He continued to milk himself until he was sure nothing was left.
His chest rose and fell quickly as he turned his head and opened his eyes and stared at her.
III. Confrontation
Huck tried to tuck himself away as quickly as he could. The last thing he expected was for her to see him doing that. Had she come back for something or had she been here the entire time? He couldn't lie and say he was doing sonething else.
It was obvious what he was doing.
The evidence was everywhere.
His pants.
His shirt.
His hands, and some on the floor.
She walked into the room with a goofy smile on her face. He thought that she would have ran for the hills by now to tell Olivia, but each unnerving second she moved closer to him.
"Quinn I didn't know you were here and-"
"It's fine."
"It is?" He asked, he was confused on why it would ever be fine to cross that line.
"Yes, because," She grabbed his large hand and licked the warm and sticky fluid, "I like you too." The feel of her flat warm tongue moving along his hand was orgasmic, he grabbed her chin and pulled her into a kiss.
As he began to remove her clothes and lowered her onto the floor he made sure he would thank Olivia for setting him up on that date.