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"Well, alright. I think that's it, really."Save for the melodic ticking of the clock, the room was deafeningly quiet. The bespectacled intern looked across the desk towards the man who'd be his new boss. He was not sure if the man was going to continue talking or not, and that thought made things more awkward. Being polite, he decided to wait, yet a whole second came by and then another. As soon as he opened his mouth to fill the dreaded silence, however, the man finally spoke."So-so, you good Alan? Al? Can I call you Al? No, that's weird." The man answered his own question. Lewis Brindley of the Yogscast was infamously awkward, and now Alan was learning this first-hand. Both stood up in tandem, a way to break the uncomfortable pause. Alan noticed he was a bit taller than Lewis. "Welcome, friend. Come on, let's give you a tour of the premises." Lewis delivered his last sentence with a high-pitched tone, procuring a chuckle from both himself and Alan. It was something Lewis had a habit of doing, a quirk of his eccentric personality. As a way of sealing the pact, Alan pulled out his hand for a handshake, but Lewis was already leaving the room. Trying desperately to ignore the pull at his chest from the internal cringe, Alan followed suit."So, I gotta stream in like...10 minutes." Lewis said, checking his watch with a flick of the wrist. He flashed Alan a small smile as he glanced back over his shoulder as they entered a carpeted hallway. "But I think we can get someone to show you around. Let's check if anyone's here." Going through a door, Lewis left it open for Alan to enter. The lights, reflectors and cameras told one story, but the brickwall background and the central table told Alan this was the Games Night room - featured heavily in the HighRollers, RP sessions and lots of Member's videos. He felt like a child witnessing Disney World for the first time. This is the room where the magic happened, he thought to himself. I'm actually here in person. It took everything in him to stop gawping like an idiot. And who else would be there but Luke and Sarah. Luke Roberts, the Yogscast's main camera operator, with his ginger beard and long mullet, was sheepishly tinkering with a camera while perched on the edge of one of the tables. Sarah, meanwhile, was reclining in the nearby couch, scrolling through her phone.Lewis's voice turned up a bit more urgent, and dare Alan say, commanding as soon as he walked in. "Hey guys, I want you to meet the new editor." He said, while gesturing towards the intern. Alan stood up a bit straighter, smiling at both familiar faces he'd seen countless times on video. It was weird seeing them look back at him."Uh, hey," Alan murmured with a short smile. He tried to sound casual, even if his body language communicated slight anxiety. Both Sarah and Luke flashed him back two warm smiles."He's Alan, and he doesn't know the office, so could you guys, like, show him the office and the kitchen, and the...you know the office, right?" Lewis asked. The other two nodded in agreement. "Alright, brilliant. I leave you in good hands, Alan. I gotta go do some Armchair Admirals, and probably get angry. See you around!" Lewis departed with a small wave as he left the room, leaving Alan, who was getting a bit flustered, at this rather cold introduction. Sarah looked at the new figure standing in front of her with intrigue, scanning him from top to bottom. He was much taller than her, lean but firm, especially around the shoulders, and had a radiating face, slightly youthful but not childish in any way. She already found herself being enchanted by his presence, though he said very little. He reminded her of one of her highschool crushes. At that thought, she lightly bit her lip before proceeding. "Hi, nice to meet you!" She jumped off the couch and stepped closer to him, so that he was almost towering over her. "I would LOVE to show you around the office." Turning aside to Luke, she said. "Is it Ok if you just finish up the video without me? There's only a few minutes left. Maybe rope Daf in if you have to? Pretty sure I saw him in the kitchen earlier." Luke gave a slight nod, clearly exasperated with his newest burden but consigned to go through with it anyway. Sarah turned her attention back to Alan. "Shall we?" She gestured to the open door. Alan nodded in agreement.Alan had seen Sarah before during streams, as well as member's videos. Hell, even since last Jingle Jam he remembered she was the newest member around. Looking at those icy blue eyes, that gentle lip bite, her pale skin underneath her clothes, Alan realized how real things were for him.Today, Sarah was wearing her favourite T-shirt - a plain, white one with the words 'Boygenius' engraved on the front in bright red letters. Below, she wore a short skirt, a motley of different colours and stripes, low enough to flaunt off her dainty legs and pale thighs. "Ok, so this is the kitchen and lounge. This is usually where we hang out the most, get a drink, some snacks, etc. We don't really have that much in the fridge at the moment, unfortunately. Simon ate the last of the cakes." She delivered with a light chuckle, her bubbly personality shining through.There were others sitting around the kitchen table, huddled around cups still steaming. Sarah introduced each in turn. "Alan, - you probably know who they are already but - this is Pedguin, Daf, and Nina. Guys, this is Alan, our new intern. I'm just showing him around the office." The others greeted him politely with awkward smiles."O-oh, hey there! Looking forward to working with you guys." Alan spoke with a small smile. He felt another tug at his chest at his unoriginal greeting. Then again, did he really want to stand out? The greeting was kept comfortably short as he still followed behind Sarah like a lost child.Sarah moved on, shepherding Alan into the main office area. The room was vast and seemed bigger than it did in videos. Dozens of computers were arranged in five or six columns of desks, and the floor was accentuated by a pale, beige carpet. Alan's eyes drifted from the expensive-looking computers to the myriad of familiar faces working, chilling or messing around. "And here is where the magic happens!" Sarah said, with a dramatic wave of her hands. The performance quickly made her nervous and she gave an embarrassed laugh. Alan could not hold off his chuckle at Sarah's almost over-the-top hand waving. That dorky energy of hers was familiar, yet refreshing to see in person."Woah, It's a bit surreal seeing this in person when I've seen you guys walk around this place on a bunch of videos." Alan confessed with a smile at Sarah.Sarah responded with a gentle smile, acknowledging the surrealism Alan felt. "That's exactly how I felt when I started working here. Now, I'm not exactly sure where Lewis wants you to work. There's a free seat between me and Sophie, so if there aren't any more spare seats, you can sit with us there."Looking over at the monitors, Alan caught the glimpse of what seemed to be a TTT recording being edited. He could see someone working on a thumbnail with a picture of Doncon with a Red lightsaber and a cat. Alan was sure it'd make sense when he watched the episode.Sarah then led Alan up a brief flight of stairs to another smaller hallway. Up the infamous stairs where Toddy fell, Alan failed to contain the memory from painting a stupid grin on his face. Yet he nodded dutifully as Sarah explained the etiquette in this area. Just beyond those doors were over a hundred thousand eyes looking through the cameras. The thought made him queasy."Ok, we need to be really quiet because they're currently streaming in there, and I don't want to trigger Lewis on another rant. But this is the main streaming room, and that room next to it is the editor's room. Depending on what Lewis wants you to start work on, you could be in there or with us in the main room. It's a Tuesday, so there won't be as many people in the office today as there usually are, which should prevent you from becoming too overwhelmed. I wasn't as fortunate. When I first started here, it was one of the busiest days of the week. It wasn't a great atmosphere for a new employee to be flung into, but I managed, and I'm sure you will too! Do you have any questions? Sorry if I've been rambling for a bit. I can get carried away sometimes.""Well, as another American working here, I'll probably end up asking you a lot of stuff." Alan said a bit embarrassed. "But I'll try not to mess it up." Alan noticed he was speaking like she was the one in charge.As Sarah’s eyes coaxed over Alan again, she noticed the unmistakable tinge of fear or apprehension set deep in his cool, emerald eyes. While he was much taller than her, now he looked frail, timid, cowered like a lost doe. Normally, this sense of weakness would have repelled Sarah - after all, she liked her men strong and assertive - but surprisingly, it only made her more fascinated by him, as if the real Alan was hiding behind a shroud. She knew then and there that she wanted to discover his real identity. He’s probably just nervous. I was the same when I first arrived here. He’ll come out of his shell soon enough. She thought to herself. “Ok, well, since Lewis hasn’t assigned you any work yet, I might as well get you started on something. For now, you can sit next to me and Soph over there.” Gesturing for him to follow, Sarah led him back to her desk, which was nestled directly in the middle of the rows. He found it to be as unhinged and personable as her. Lego sets from the last craft stream were strewn around her desk randomly. Coffee steamed from the Succession mug Daf had brought her as a birthday gift. And a Yellow Yak, her mascot during the Minecraft Championship, peered over the top of her monitor like a watchful sentry. "Right, just get logged in and comfortable with the monitor first."Alan adjusted his glasses, his index and middle fingers touching the frame of them just above his nose. He noticed Sarah was looking at him with a strange expression. Was she judging him? It didn't look too harsh. More so that she was sizing him up, getting a good look at his figure. He tried to stand up straighter, which made him feel a bit more confident."Oh, right, sure thing." Alan responded to Sarah. She was already giving him orders, or just keeping him busy, like a parent to an annoying baby with a video on their tablet. Either way, it'd be a good opportunity to not look like a total loser. He still felt too awkward to look or wave at the familiar faces all around the place. He'd have no issue anywhere else, but he did feel like all eyes were on him, scrutinizing him, waiting for him to fuck up and disappoint this group of people he's admired all over the years. As he went to take a seat, there was something unusual that got his attention. An object glistening on the table. It was a small plastic object near the monitor. At first he thought it was just a random Lego piece but when he picked it up and brought it closer he blinked, confused."...so there's a plastic baby here." Alan commented off-handedly, before offering it to Sarah. "Is this your baby--I mean, your plastic baby?' Idiot. He felt his cheeks grow warm at how his words tumbled out of his mouth.Sarah whirled around in her seat to look. She couldn't but notice that his cheeks were glowing bright red from the embarrassment of misspeaking. For his sake, she chose to ignore it. She gave a boisterous laugh upon inspecting the small miniature baby further. "Oh, that fucking thing!" She sounded more American than she usually did when her voice reached a high pitch. "There are so many of those little things scattered around this place. When Boba was here last Jingle Jam, she littered like a hundred of those around the office but did it like meticulously and strategically. I keep finding them in the cupboards, haha. You can keep it if you want, as a souvenir."Alan looked at Sarah for a moment, his eyes widening in sudden realization as she explained. It then clicked. He remembered watching a video on Boba's Instagram a few months ago where she filmed herself hiding the plastic babies across the office as a prank to mess with people. He'd completely forgotten about it."Oh! That's nice. I'll name him Jeremy." Alan said, placing the baby in an almost sitting position, leaning on his computer, before it fell down unceremoniously. Alan stared at the baby before his mouth turned into a dumb grin and he allowed himself to laugh. For a moment before he covered his mouth, trying not to cause attention.Sarah watched as the plastic doll fell to the floor with an abrupt, unceremonious thud. Alan's subsequent laugh was too lively for her not to join in, and she gave a slight chuckle in turn. "Don't worry! Lewis can sometimes be strict but laughing isn't off-limits - yet! I'll grab it for you."She dove under the desk and reached out for the baby, scooping it up in her hands. "Here you go!" She said, dropping it into his outstretched palm. "Try not to lose it again." She said in a playful way. By that point, Sophie was sauntering over to their desk, her lunch break already at an end. "What are you two giggling about?" She asked in a thick Welsh accent. "Alan found some of Boba's babies, haha. It was hiding behind the monitor."lan could not help but smirk a Sarah as she helped him get his newly adopted plastic son back. He bowed his head at her in an overtly elegant way as he worded out a "Thank you." Alan turned his head to look at Sophie who had approached. He felt himself at a disadvantage as he barely knew anything about her. While he had an idea how to talk to, or handle Sarah, Sophie was more of a mystery. Even then, so were most people so he'd just have to play it by ear."Boba's babies. That sounds kinda weird when you say it like that." Alan commented, when a thought occurred to him. "Everyone has been uncovering Boba's Babies for quite some time now." He said in a thoughtful manner, clearly enjoying the wordplay.His eyes turned over to the monitor to pay attention to what he was doing. The chat was nice but he'd at least prove he's here to be part of something, not just fuck around. Alan remained attentive of the conversation, however.Sarah responded to Alan's comment. "It does sound weird, doesn't it? Haha." She decided to leave him be for the moment. She didn't want to disturb him on his first day, not when he had a lot to prove to Lewis. Instead, she turned her attention to Sophie, who was towering over her. "You look distressed, Soph. What's the matter?"Before speaking, she glanced over at Alan. He looked fixated on his work, but she lowered to a whisper anyway. "It's James. I think he's cheating on me. He was away last night, and when I asked him where he went, he evaded my questions. I know it might be nothing and I'm just paranoid, but I've got this really deep-set feeling something is not right. We had an argument and he's living with one of his mates." "Oh, Soph. That sounds awful. It might not be anything." She offered it as a sense of conciliation but could tell it didn't subdue Sophie's fears.Alan was suddenly struck by a small jolt of tension, combined with an awkward feeling. Him barely knowing Sophie he didn't feel like anyone to comment on something like her love life, let alone something as serious as that. Especially when he wasn't sure he should be listening in to the conversation. Did this count as eavesdropping?Should he ignore it and pretend nothing was happening? That didn't feel like the good thing to do either. Was Alan even clicking anymore? His hands weren't doing anything.Alan let out a sigh before looking over at the two girls. He adjusted his glasses before speaking up. "I'm probably not the best guy to say this because, well, fuck. Who am I, right? But all I can really say is that whatever the truth ends up being on this, I hope you find a way to get some peace of heart. Life's way too short to be stressed all the time." He spoke, remembering something that had happened to a friend, and in a minor degree to him too. He offered Sophie a small smile. The kind he'd give a stranger who'd be struggling. "Anyways, back to...being a new guy." He said, clearing his throat and attempting to refocus on what he was tasked to do. He hoped he didn't come off as nosy, but he wanted to show support, in whatever insignificant way he could.Sophie looked stunned by Alan's intervention but pleased nonetheless. "Erm...thank you...that...that was very kind of you to say. I'll probably end up breaking things off anyway. We've had a pretty rocky relationship from the start. In fact, I might do that now. Like you said, life's too short to be worrying about these things." Turning to Sarah, she asked. "Do you mind covering for me? I won't be too long, but James can be quite emotional." "Of course! Take your time." Soph strode away from the desk, towards the office stairs. "That was kind of you to say. I sort of froze up. It looks like Sophie needed that kick."Alan raised a finger to maybe protest but the damage had been done. A small wave of guilt echoed on the back of his head. Well, he did tell her to get some peace of mind. He just hoped he wasn't ruining someone's life with what he just said.'I don't know, I now feel kinda bad I just convinced her to break up with her boyfriend." Alan admitted, giving Sarah an awkward smile. 'I'll feel bad if I ruined a perfectly good relationship.' He added, looking over at where Sophie had went. He'd not bother her further, but at least, he hoped she'd find the peace he recommended."I'm a bit relieved I'm single." He said off-handedly to Sarah. 'Relationships can get messy sometimes, I guess." Alan added with a shrug."I know exactly what you mean. Dating has always been difficult for me, but ever since moving here, I have found it to be almost impossible. It's funny. Even though we speak the same language, the cultural gap between Americans and Brits is still vast and it sort of deters you from seeking someone because you don't want to embarrass yourself by not knowing any of the customs or anything. Being single has its benefits, but there's always that - what's the right word... yearning, I guess."  Minutes turn into hours, day bleeds into night, and the two worked diligently at their desks. Aside from a few moments of banter, Sarah and Alan worked in silence, each focused on their designated task. Lewis, freshly reinvigorated from an Armchair Admiral stream, sauntered over to check on their progress. The time was now 5:00PM."How are you doing, Sarah?" Lewis boomed, tapping his hands on her monitor."Great! I've just finished writing up today's tweets, complete with alt text, and now I'm focusing on the YouTube short. That should be it." "Brilliant! How about you, Alan? Sorry I haven't been around that much. Got carried away with other stuff. I trust Sarah has done a good job showing you around and such?"The technical side of his work was delightfully understandable, even if Alan had to think things over a bit, however he relied on Sarah to help him navigate some of the company systems to understand where everything was, and what to do with the results of his word. Alan was honestly happy things went by without incidents and he didn't set a bad first impression, at least where work was related. Of course, the day was not over yet. Despite him feeling more at ease, he still felt himself froze up when Lewis approached. His body was a bit stiff as he turned his chair towards his new boss, and a source of joy for the last decade and more."Oh, me? Excellent." Alan spoke up, almost like a robot. Shit! He thought before clearing his throat. "It's all good here, and uh...yeah and such and such." Was he fucking it up? He felt like he was fucking up. He tried to take a deep breath, but was still feeling stiff.Sarah dived in to save him from embarrassment. "Alan's been doing such a great job. I've been with him all day, and he's just got on with the work, just as you asked him to. Best work buddy!"There was a gentle sigh of relief at Sarah's jump in to help. Alan nodded at Lewis as she spoke up. Lewis had a bit of a grin, hands on his hips like an old man talking to two little kids."Well, I'm convinced!" Lewis said. "Don't talk to Sarah too much though, Alan. She'll fill your brain with weird TikTok dances and memes." The thin man said with a playful grin. "Tomorrow you can work on some actual editing on the editor's room. Maybe Tom or Matt can show you. Anyways." His voice started to ramble. "I'm going to get a cup of tea, you want anything, Alan? Sarah?" He looked them over.Alan smiled politely and shook his head. "O-oh, that's uh...fine. Thanks uh, Mr. Brindl--Lewis, I mean." Alan shook his head again. He'd need to get under control soon.As Lewis sautered off, Alan turned to Sarah. "I owe you one. I kinda freeze up whenever Lewis addresses me so casually...gotta get that under control."Sarah waved it away with a playful smile. "Oh, don't worry about it. It was nothing. You'll adjust soon enough. I remember my first few days being the same - I was star-struck, haha. But you eventually get used to it, and the Youtube idols you grew up watching become what they are - normal people." She shrugged. The time was now 5:15PM. Outside, Bristol's skies were receding into a deep black. The office was mostly deserted."It's getting kinda late," Sarah said. "I'm probably going to call it a day. I need to catch up with Soph and see how it all went with her and her boyfriend. It's been nice talking to you, Alan. Have a good night and I'll see you tomorrow." After she had shut down her computer, Sarah swiped her phone from the desk and skipped merrily towards the exit. Alan watched her go with longing in his heart. She's really cute, he thought. And even more adorable in person.Alan scanned around the office, only then noticing how empty the building was. Was he really going to stay in there until someone told him to stop? Maybe that too was Lewis' job and he had forgotten. He decided not to dwell too much on his own errors. He saved his work before leaving the desk. He admired the office a final time. A small grin formed on his face. He'd made it. He was now officially part of a group that had given him so much joy throughout his childhood. If he could give that back in some way, he knew it would make him feel fulfilled.On the way back to his apartment, Alan found himself lost in his own thoughts. Day one and he was already getting entangled in things he maybe should avoid. His mind drifted to the situation with Soph, and hoped things went well. He'd feel terrible if he ruined a good relationship just through his sheer inability to keep quiet. His mind then went to Sarah. The way she had guided and protected him that day had left a lasting impression. She was bubbly and nice. Friendly too. And cute. He really loved the girl-next-door she exuded. It reminded him of some of the crushes he had at high school and college - the cute, giggly girls with ponytails and skirts who would flash him a smile when they passed him in the corridor.As Alan laid on his bed, his mind drifted to Sarah's legs as she walk ahead of him, her face biting her lip. But more than anything, her voice.
"Being single has its benefits, but there's always that - what's the right word... yearning, I guess."
The words ringed in his head, echoing through his skull. 
"Yearning" 
These thoughts were a bad idea, and yet...Alan closed his eyes, his hand going into his underwear to touch his cock, which grew as his mind swimmed with images of Sarah.

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The next morning, Alan wore a casual, navy blue hoodie and slightly torn, dark grey jeans. Always modest, he preferred to feel comfortable than look fashionable. Arriving on time at the office, he was greeted by his name being called from across the room."Alan! There he is. Alan! Come over!' He could see a beige sweater wearing Lewis beckoning him, not to the interview room he was in before, but to his desk. Alan could see some leftover Warhammer miniatures he seemed to be in the middle of painting. Next to him was none other than Ben Edgar himself. "You're early today, Alan. That's what good interns are all about." Lewis said with a grin. "You know Ben, right? Ben, this is our newest guy, Alan."While he already felt himself star-struck at seeing Lewis, Ben was a similar, yet more mellow emotion. Ben seemed much more approachable, which made it easier for Alan to wave at with a nervous "Oh, hey! Love watching your Games Night war game videos, Ben.""Helloo!" Ben responded with a happy smirk. "Thank you!" He said, opening his mouth to follow up with something completely different. A question he had formed in his head before they were introduced. "Now, is your name really Alan or is Lewis just forgetting and you're too nice to correct him?" Lewis immediately covered his face with his hands, as the three men laughed.Alan chuckled. "I'm really named Alan." The intern said with a chuckle. He let himself laugh a bit more naturally. "Honestly. Alan Garcia." He said to Ben."Ah, another name as your last name. I like it." He commented, probing another chuckle from Alan. The banter really helped Alan settle. Ben was the ultimate icebreaker, it seemed. In a stark contrast to yesterday, Yogtowers was heaving with people, each scurrying between their desks, heads facing downwards, diligently working on their assigned tasks.Sarah and Sophie were in the throng of it all, stranded on their own island, adjusting to the crushing tide. Sarah's sleep-deprived eyes, raw and red, scanned the long list of potential charities. Even though it was mid-April, the hunt for which charities to work alongside in this year's Jingle Jam had already begun.
Cancer UK.

The Grand Appeal.

CALM.

Cool Earth.
Only the sound of the three men chuckling snapped Sarah out of this trance, jolting her awake to Alan's presence. She looked him over. His hair slightly unkempt, his glasses steamy, giving him a rough but natural look. She noticed that he was standing up straighter than he had the day before. Now, instead of hunched over, he was tall, proud and confident."Morning, Alan! Did you have a good sleep?" Sarah called out to him.Alan raised a hand to wave over at his computer neighbor with a smile. "Oh, yeah I sle--" He blanked out as his memory traced back to him, in bed. His left hand over his erect cock as he pleasured himself, in his mind to the pale legs of the very girl who was looking over at him. Alan covered his mouth, his glasses almost fogging up at the lewd thoughts manifesting in his brain.Ben, always the opportunist, did not let that reaction slide. "Oh wow. That's the reaction of a man who either had a terrible night, or an amazing one."Lewis lost it at that and let out a loud chuckle. "Ben, don't embarrass the intern! We don't want to lose him on the second day!"Alan now had the joke at his expense, but he was not above a laugh. His cheeks clearly red, as Ben was scarily dead center on what had gone through Alan's mind."I slept! Promise. I slept well-." Alan tried to save face, and failed. His words only tumbled out and his face grew even redder.In a bid to defuse the situation, Sarah interjected. "At least someone did! Wish the same could be said for me. My neighbour's dog kept barking all night. I wasn't able to go to bed until like 3:00AM." She shrugged, exasperatedly. Today, Sarah was wearing a bright pink and black checkered jumper, accentuated by her dark-grey jeans. Her hair was tied up in a neat bun, but her eyes were raw and red from her sleepless night. As she made her way back to her desk, she shot Lewis and Ben a scornful look. Lewis only looked back nonplussed, oblivious to the offence caused.Looking back at the guys it seemed Ben was already going elsewhere. Lewis refocused on his miniature painting. With the conversation seemingly over, Alan took the hint to maybe get to work. As he turned, he heard Ben's voice. "See you around, m'dude." Alan nodded back with a smile. He wasn't angry, but he did need to learn to take a joke to the face as everyone apparently did. Hearing it from childhood heroes was just a step up from what he had usually endured. Alan flopped down at the desk next to Sarah, thankful to be out of the spotlight. "I'm sorry to hear about that dog. Might want to invest in some good noise-cancelling headphones or a sleep mask or something." As he booted up the computer, he looked at his new mentor, a bit concerned. "Uh, should I get you like, a coffee or something? I am the intern, after all." Alan said with a small grin to Sarah. He was the sort to try and offer solutions to everyone's problems."Oooh, that won't be necessary! But thank you for the offer! You're not a slave, even if Lewis might treat you that way." Sarah said teasingly.Alan gave a light chuckle and ruffed his hair, something Sarah enjoyed watching. It felt natural. A crack in the shell, shining light on the man he truly was.By that point, Sophie, who had been hunched over her phone, swirled around and spoke to the new intern. "Alan, right? I just wanted to say thanks for yesterday. Your advice really gave me the kick up the ass I needed. I'd been sitting on that active volcano for a while. It was safer to leave him before it exploded." In a contrast to her modest friend, Sophie was far more revealing in her outfit. Her belly button was pierced, tattoos of flowers and spiders coated her sides and upper legs, and she wore a crop top and ripped jeans."You broke up with him?" Alan said, bewildered. He wasn't expecting her to have taken his advice."Yeah, long time coming really." She sighed. "Feels good to be liberated."Sarah gave her friend a supportive smile over Alan's shoulders."Wait, really? I mean, I admit I did feel a bit bad for that, but I think it took more than me for you to reach that decision." He shared his thoughts with her, adjusting his glasses."Well, enjoy your freedom. Do something fun today!" He suggested to Sophie, giving Sarah a glance. Maybe to inspire them to go out together, or whatever their heads might come up with."Oh, don't worry about it!" Sophie said, waving her arms to dismiss the suggestion. "Like I said, it had been building for a while, your words were just the catalyst."The two girls subconsciously picked up on Alan's hints and flashed each other a look. "Another good idea, Alan! You're full of them aren't you?" Sophie purred in her thick Welsh accent.A warm feeling settled in on his chest when Sophie complimented him, as simple as it was. Her accent did help make him feel fuzzy.She bit her tongue before saying, "Sarah, are you free tonight? Maybe we can go for a couple drinks at the pub. Girls night!""Oh my god! Let's do it" Sarah squealed in excitement, like a kid whose parents had announced a surprise vacation."That's settled then. You, me, pub. 6:00PM!"It was becoming increasingly difficult for Alan not to look too much in Sophie's way, While Sarah was dressed more conservatively, with the cute sweater and all-purpose black jeans, Sophie's clothes that showed her tan skin, pierced bellybutton and the holes in her jeans made her look more dangerous. Sexy, desirable.Alan was sandwiched between a cute girl and a sexy one. He had wanted to work in Yogtowers for a long time, but of all the benefits he imagined, this was not one of them.He smiled at the pair as they seemed to make plans. Sounds like something both girls could use. He was happy enough feeling he did something good. With the girls seemingly decided on their pub night, he turned to his computer to continue working, with the satisfaction of a deed well done. And a couple glances in Sophie's direction, trying not to look at her too hard. She was now single, after all. From that moment on, the trio pushed on with their work in silence, which was only broken up by the occasional clicking of the mouse or the clanking of the keyboard.Sarah continued with her charity research, augmenting the portfolio she had made on Microsoft Word with the contact details and descriptions of each one. Alan, on the other hand, finished editing the video Lewis had set him the other day - a GTA racing one, due to premiere on the main channel in the coming days. And Sophie persevered with her customer outreach support for missing or defunct merchandise.For Alan, the editing work was simple, with nothing flashy meant to be included without permission. Apparently, Matt was going to check his video before it was declared passing. While working, Alan couldn't help but smile with a stupid grin as he listened to Lewis' idea for designing cars for dogs. Alan was comfortably working on his computer, listening to the audio as he worked; however, his attention was briefly taken away when a pair walked through the main office room. Two faces he'd seen before, but never in person - Lydia and Bouphe. Their arrival sparked a chorus of voices which greeted their arrival.And it was then that Alan realized something he thought he already knew. Maybe because he was sitting down but watching the pair walk into the room, and right next to a tiny Bouphe made Alan realize how tall she really was. And she was gorgeous too, wearing just enough make up, her hair looked great and she seemed to be smiling. Alan did not notice he was staring until Lydia turned her gaze towards him for a moment, getting absolutely zero reaction than a frozen stare that went right past the Streamer.The two eventually went into the streaming room and the clamouring voices receded to a hushed tone. And just as quickly as it had came, the moment was gone. Alan, taking a moment to regain his composure, let out a deep sigh, not expecting him to get so worked up over literally just someone passing by. A gorgeous, funny tall woman, but still. As she worked, Sophie couldn't help but feel that Alan's eyes lingered on her, scanning her body. She caught him a few times, causing him to flinch and turn away embarrassingly. She did it a few times, enjoying the reaction it produced.He's cute, she thought. Sarah mentioned he was single last night. A cute boy like him will be gobbled up in no time in Bristol. Unless I get there first...No. He's an employee. And I barely know him. I need to suppress these thoughts until I let something out...but it wouldn't hurt to know him...just to test the waters..."Alan, I hear you're originally from Oregon. Was it nice over there? I don't really know my American geography and I haven't heard that much about it. How does it compare to Bristol?"Sophie's voice managed to break him out of the spell, and he shook his head a bit to refocus on what was happening. Turning his head, he met Sophie's gaze with a practiced 'everything is okay' smile."Oh, well, if you don't know, Oregon is like, right up north from California." He tried to sound like a cool geography teacher. "And well, Bristol's...very different. Like, Oregon is..." He paused, scratching his chin and adjusting his glasses. "Green. Like, trees are everywhere, we got lots of big parks around the city - big enough to go camping." He explained, a small glint in his eye as he talked of home. "Like, everything everyone mentions of Oregon is how you die of dysentery on the way there, but it's honestly pretty nice." Then his expression changed, a bit awkward. "No offense but Bristol is kinda...gray, in comparison. But it's easier to walk around!" He added that last tidbit, just to end on a positive note.Sophie listened attentively as Alan described his homeland. She leaned on her chair's armrest, her hand to her chin, gazing, as he spilled into a passionate speech about Oregon. She made sure her perky breasts were visible through her the opening in her shirt. Alan clearly caught onto the trap, for he squirmed in his seat, trying desperately to cover his rising erection. Having a conversation with her was a bit harder now.Sophie basked in his discomfort. She enjoyed tormenting men, making them desire her, always out of reach. Watching him describe Bristol, her mind wandered to more sensual thoughts - his tongue licking her taint, his arms pinning her down... Were these thoughts real? Or were they machinations of her lustful mind, already restless now she was single. Like a hunter, she was already searching for her next prey."Wow, dude. Oregon sounds lovely. Makes me wonder why you moved here." She gave a light laugh, cool and sweet. It clearly had an effect on Alan because his cheeks glowed a darker shade of red."O-oh, well..." Alan let out a nervous laugh. "I'm a big fan, working here is a dream come true, and I can meet everyone!" He said, gulping. "Lewis, Ben, Duncan...uh, Sarah and you too, of course." He tried to sound smooth saying that, but his nervous disposition didn't help. His lips were dry, and Alan wet them before speaking."Speaking of walking around, I saw you earlier! Or at least, it looked a lot like you. Do you live near Bedminster? South of the river? I'm pretty sure I passed you on my bike earlier just before crossing the bridge.""Bedmins---Oh yeah! I cross the bridge to get here, so maybe." Alan said, slightly embarrassed. "I've been living here for a bit, so I don't know the name of everything yet." He said. Alan tried to focus his eyes on Sophie, yet they went to her chest for a moment. The erect member under his pants struggling against his jeans, Alan felt the need to sit up a bit straighter so it wasn't noticable.From the way he covered his member, Sophie gauged that it must have been big. He uses both of his hands, and even then I can still see the outline in his trousers, Sophie thought, pensively.She snapped back to reality - she was good at that, making it look natural. Hearing Alan stammer and panic, Sophie laughed, moving her raven hair from her eyes. "Haha. That's no problem. Maybe we can walk in together some day, get to know each other better. Sarah doesn't live too far, she can join us, though she usually leaves earlier than I do.""What's that?" Sarah said, hearing her name mentioned."Walking in together. Alan lives south of the river as well."Sarah flashed Alan a bright smile. "Oh, really? Yeah, that sounds cool."Turning over to glance at Sarah, he nodded at Sophie's quick recap. "That actually sounds nice. I still feel like a stranger in the city, to be honest." Alan said with an embarassed smile.Walking together with the girls or at least with Sophie sounded like a treat. It'd give him something else to look up to, and getting to know them better would make him less like an outsider.Alan cleared his throat. "Uhm, excuse me I gotta use the restroom."Doing his best to draw attention away from his erection, Alan walked a bit unusually, pretending to stretch out his arms as he was slightly hunched. He was not paying the most attention as he made his away through the large room. Nina was walking back from the restrooms when it happened, when she nearly collided with the office's newest intern. He had almost been limping, his hands shielding his crotch.The two rammed into each other rather awkwardly in the middle of the corridor."Oh...erm...I'm r-eally s-sorr-y." He mumbled. "I didn't...I wasn't..." The words tumbled out of his mouth, his lips quivering, his legs shaking, his...Woah. That's quite the package. What was his name again...She searched her memory. Sarah had introduced him the other day. She had only seen him briefly, a second-long glance.
A...Alan! That's it!
"Damn Alan, if I had been any smaller, you could have blinded me." She quipped, pointing to his conspicuous boner, hard and firm against his dark-grey trouser legs.Alan looked like he was going to pass out, his cheeks a distinct shade of red. "I...I...was going to the bathroom...I k-now..."Defusing the situation with a light chuckle, Nina said playfully. "Haha, don't worry mate. Shit happens." Looking around to make sure no one was listening, Nina lowered her voice to a whisper, "Just keep that under control here. Some of us have partners, haha.""Y-Yeah, it happens." Alan said, a hand on the back of his neck, like a kid being told of. He looked around, but nobody seemed the wiser to what had just happened. However, her last joke was equal times funny, awkward and cruel. Her whisper was something he'd not soon forget, a small bit of sexual tension forming when Nina added those dreaded final words. He nodded, his face hot as he watched Nina walk off like nothing just happened.With Nina gone, Alan hobbled into the office's restrooms to attend to his raging boner.The restroom was thankfully empty, and Alan quickly went into one of the stalls and sat down. Fiddling with his pants, he set his cock free and, taking a short breath, closed his eyes as he began to stroke his cock.His mind raced with different women. Sarah's legs yesterday. Sophie's cleavage. The stare Lydia had given him. And finally that gentle whisper from Nina. Alan felt bad, thinking of Nina, she was married. To Mark, no less! He really liked him. But nobody would know, right? He closed his eyes and replayed that whisper on his head while he masturbated to the thoughts of the Yogscast artist herself. Unbeknownst to him, the girls took Alan’s momentary absence to comment on him. As they watched him limp to the restrooms, Sophie and Sarah decided to discuss their newest acquaintance."He's cute, isn't he?" Sophie prompted.Sarah gave a light giggle. "Yeah. He's really shy, bless him. Its like the perfect mirror of my first week. You weren't like that. You were stoic, haha.""Could you see yourself with him?" It was a direct question. Sophie liked direct questions. She was blunt like that.Sarah's face contorted into a mixture between confusion and embarrassment. "Erm, I don't knoooow..." She laughed nervously. "He seems sweet." She said, after a small pause."I would. Shy ones are the best kind of men because they're eternally grateful to be with you...haha"Sarah giggled alongside her friend, biting her lip softly, mulling the question over in her mind. Me and Alan... Some time had passed when he finished, Alan took a moment to clean himself up, splash some water on his face and hope that he'd not have this incident repeat. He had to be professional, as much as he admired the women who worked here.The time was 12:20PM. Alan returned after a 30 minute hiatus. He approached the desk with a new spring in his step, his face cool and tranquil. Both of the girls tore their faces away from their screens to greet him. Alan sat down with a light sigh, sinking into his rotating office chair."You've been gone for a while. Sarah and I were worried you had left us, haha. What did you do in there? Wank off? Have an orgy?" Sophie only meant it as a light jest, poking and teasing the intern like how a cat tortures its prey.Alan sat down and immediately thanked himself he didn't get a drink before sitting, because he'd spit it out on a very expensive computer. He turned to her, face red, trying to find where to put his hands, and failing to hide something."O-oh, uh definitely an orgy. Lots of girls, guys, anything in between. Big orgy, way crazy, hahaha. Ahahahaha." He said, clearing his throat. He looked at Sophie with a polite smile, hoping his deflection through humor had worked.Meanwhile, a few rows away, Ravs and Lewis were chatting."Yo, what the fuck is the new intern saying?" A particularly perceptive Ravs remarked.Lewis, still painting his miniatures, didn't even look up. "He's new, you know. He's like...adjusting and stuff."Both of the girls laughed. Sarah, scrunching up her face, sunk her head into her hands, as if she were the joke's target. Sophie, on the other land, responded with a boisterous laugh, throwing her head back and lightly slapping Alan's shoulder."Alan's been in Bristol for a few weeks and is already staging orgies in the office...haha." Leaning in closer, in her sensual Welsh accent, she murmured, "Next time, invite me. I never refuse a chance to have fun."Shivers. Shivers went down Alan's spine at Sopie's joke. It was a joke, right? It had to be a joke. Alan had no answer but an awkward laugh, his eyes scanning Sophie's for any hint of veracity to her intentions."I-I'll check the uh...agenda." He said, not truthfully at all while he turned away to return to work. However, not before looking over at Sarah and mouthing a "What's happening?" to her, a hint of fake desperation on his face.Sophie gave Alan a wink and whirled back to her work, her painted nails, like exotic daggers, tapped the keyboard ferociously.Alan kept up his work, trying to make up for lost time. Lucky for him, after his...self-care session at the restroom he'd be a bit harder to distract. Or so he hoped.The office eventually receded into silence, a sign that it was time to work. Aside from the occasional sip of coffee and a few whispered words of frustration, the office shuffled on, the hours ticking by.Internally tormented, his mind inundated with floating images of the Yog girls, some clothed, some not, Alan struggled to push on with his work.
I need to focus. Can't fuck this up.
 
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 By 5:00pm, Alan had finished his assigned work. Now, as normal he'd have to send it over to Matt so he could check his work and wait for any corrections. Alan was happy Matt was patient with him.Lucky for the Oregon-born intern, the rest of the day went by without incident. Alan turned off his PC and decided to head home. He caught a glance of Tom Bates and Tom Clarke having a chat just down the hall, but he decided not to interrupt whatever they were doing.Gatherings his things, Alan left the building and went home.As he laid down in bed, he couldn't help but keep thinking of Sophie. Today had been a heated day and he couldn't help but wonder if she was being flirty or just joking. With someone as...sex positive as her, he had to wonder. Then again, the same deal happened with Nina, but to a lesser degree. Feeling his erection return, Alan quickly went on the internet to find a way to calm himself down.

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Day three arrived to find Alan feeling energetic, rivitalised by the past two day's events. Quickly devouring a protein bar and a cup of black coffee for his breakfast, the young intern sauntered towards Yogtowers with a spring in his step. His mind, adrift with the events of yesterday, decided to cast off the burden of feeling embarrassed for merely existing and embrace a new sense of hope - the hope of assimilation. If he wanted to live here and start anew, he'd have to adapt to this new environment somehow. He wasn't content standing on the periphery, looking in. He wanted to become a full-time member of the Yogscast.Although the air held the dry fragrance of Spring, rain cascaded over Bristol, falling on the office's windows like a thousand tiny hammer blows. It was this slow, melodic chorus that greeted Alan as he walked in with an orange scarf wrapped around his neck, his nose burrowing itself into the warmth it provided. Assaulted by the wind, his face was hard and red while his coal-black hair dripped from the rain.Sophie was nowhere to be seen, but Sarah was already at her desk, typing erratically at her keyboard. In light of the weather, she wore heavier clothes than the day before - light blue jeans and a jumper which looked very much like a canvas, complimented by abstract paint strokes of green, brown and white. The two co-workers practiced their daily ritual, acknowledging each other's presence, exchanging a few pleasantries and plunging on with their tasks. It was still raining heavily at 12:00PM. The office was oddly deserted. Lydia was sick, Ben, Ravs and Duncan were filming a live video on the other side of the city, and a few of the others were stuck in traffic, or marooned at home. Since so few people were present, Alan decided to focus on his work at a leisurely pace, the rainy weather making him feel drowsy. He'd always enjoyed atmospheric weather, but with Bristolians tending to hate it, he wondered if he'd grow to get frustrated with it too. Glancing over at Sarah, he was reminded of their shared nationality. He'd meet her with a smile, before commenting, "It's nice outside. I don't about you, but I just love listening to the sound of the rain. It's really therapeutic." He simply said, working."Better in here than out there," Sarah laughed, her attention still fixated on the monitor."How long until you think I start hating the British rain? A year? A month?" He asked her with honest curiosity. It was easier to have a pleasant chat without Sophie teasing him.Sarah's voice cut through the monotonous beat of the rain, loud but soothe, "Erm..." Her eyes flicked between Alan and her computer screen. "Haha...I don't know...it sort of grows...on you." Her pauses were interrupted by the clanking of her keyboard. "It obviously sucks being caught in it, but when you're inside, wrapped up in a nice comfy jumper, it's not too bad, I guess.""I love your sweater, by the way." Alan remarked, ruffling his hair a bit. He felt a bit nervous commenting on Sarah's wardrobe like that, but he wanted to brighten her day, however he could."Thanks!" She glanced down at it, as if it were new to her. "Yeah, Lydia brought it for me.""That was nice of her."Sarah nodded."I heard she was ill. I hope everything is ok.""Yeah...I don't think it's anything too serious. Just a cold.""At least she didn't accidentally cut her fingers while slicing some carrots or falling down the stairs."Alan's meta remarks produced a chuckle from Sarah. "She has fallen down the stairs a few times, hasn't she?" 
Clank. Clank. Clank.
"Ugh...all done!" The radiant beam Sarah flashed at him was so infatuating that Alan had no choice but to smile alongside her. "Can I get you a drink, Alan?""I would love one, if you wouldn't mind." He said, clapping his hands together. The cold air had penetrated the office by now and he was feeling stiff."Coffee? Tea?""Coffee, please. With sugar.""Coming right up!" Sarah launched out of her seat and skipped towards the kitchen, humming a Tiktok song that had clearly imbedded itself in her head.The door next to the kitchenette opened, and Sophie entered, checking her phone with a dull expression on her face. Her usual revealing clothing was hidden under a wet coat she had worn for the weather."Great weather as always." Sophie said in a playful tone as she walked passed the sink area. "You making coffee?' She asked curiously, peering over Sarah's shoulder, making use of her height advantage. Glancing over in direction of the office, she smirked as she noticed Alan working on his computer. "You know, we have interns for that. I bet if you ask him nicely he'll buy you some biscuits too." She chuckled. "He seems like a push around."Sarah glanced at Alan, who was typing away at his desk, strands of his black hair dangling in front of his face. He caught the two watching him and shot back an uneasy smile.Are they talking about me, he thought"I didn't want to burden him with too many tasks. He's sweet."Sophie purred. "Be careful. That's how they ambush you."Sarah waved him away. "Alan's not like that. He seems genuinely nice.""We'll see. Always keep your guard up," she teased playfully.Sarah didn't have much to say about that. Sophie had become a close friend since working at the office and offered valuable guidance but she didn't share her inherent distrust of men. After she had concocted the drinks, Sarah brought them back over to their desks. Alan accepted his graciously with a light bow.A few minutes passed before Alan broke the silence. "This drink is lovely. Thanks.""No problem. Glad you're enjoying it." She shot him her signature, radiating smile, one so bright it could illuminate the room and almost dispel the rain outside."Us Americans need to stick together!" He quipped in between taking a sip."Hell yeah!""Where did you grow up? If you don't mind me asking. I'm detecting the slightest hint of a New England accent.""You detect well, Sherlock Holmes. I grew up in Massachusetts, just outside Boston.""Oh, cool. I always wanted to visit Massachusetts, but I never really left the West Coast. My family didn't travel around that much.""It's nice and quiet. Honestly, it's not that much different from here. You know, like, weather-wise and the buildings, so it's got a familiar feeling. What about Oregon? That's where you're from, right?""Yeah, that's right. Trees and more trees. Plenty of national parks to hike around. My parents made sure we went to every one of them." He chuckled, reminiscing about his childhood in the northwest. Sophie glanced from the kitchen as the two Americans seemed to get along amicably. She'd maybe feel a bit jealous if she didn't see Sarah having a good time. Working on preparing a cup of tea for herself, she began heating the water and looking for a mug. She had some work to attend with charities today and she wasn't excited about it. Probably call a dozen companies too. Playing with her hair, Sophie walked over to take a seat next to Alan to boot up her computer. They were both laughing at some obscure American reference."Haha, I thought that was only a West-coast thing. Didn't realise they had that in Massachusetts too. Oh, hi Sophie!" Alan was starting to feel more confident around the girls now. Over the past three days, they had almost become close friends. Maybe that was a step too far, but it was clearly moving in that direction. If his relationship with the other members developed that quickly, his assimilation in the Yogscast would be over in a month."Look at this, Alan," Sarah said, nudging the young intern. Unsurprisingly, it was a Tiktok video. She began reciting the song. "Don't stay awake...for too long..."Alan gave a light chuckle but couldn't hide his obvious confusion. Sarah, despite only being a year younger than him, possessed a knowledge of the internet that felt too foreign to him. Every reference, every meme felt as enigmatic to him as the Egyptian hieroglyphics once did to European archeologists."Morning, Alan." She greeted the bespectacled boy, moving her hair behind her ear with a teasing smirk on her lips. Feeling in a playful mood, Sophie decided to sure to tease the new guy again, for fun. No way she'd not use this opportunity with this few people about. "You get a lot of rain in Oregon, Alan?" Sophie asked with a smirk, clearly leading up to something. "I still don't understand how people enjoy it. Look at me, I'm all wet." She picked on her top and began to air it out a bit, giving some view of her cleavage as she did.Alan froze. Did she really just say that? Or was that just my porn-addled brain talking? No, she definitely just said that. Alan felt himself self-combusting. His vision narrowing, his breath slowing. I have to think of a witty response. Defuse the situation...he had it!"I...I usually have that effect on women." He said, trying to mask his awkwardness with a forced smile.Sophie let out a chuckle, her eyes looking over at Alan. She put a hand over his shoulder, her fingers digging just a little bit into the fabric of his clothes. "Do you now?" Sophie asked with a smirk. 'We oughta get a mop, or something.' She answered in a silly tone.Time froze. Alan's throat clenched up. Sophie's light hold on his shoulder felt heavier, sinking into his skin. Sweat glistened on his forehead.
Play it cool, Alan. Play it cool.
He felt his cock rising, chaffing against his tight jeans."Haha...erm...ye-yeah..." He faltered.The hand on Alan was removed, before giving him a nice, friendly pat. With her hand gone, he felt as if he could breath again, like some magic spell had been broken.
Breath in. Out. In. Out.
Is this real? Is this actually happening? Is she flirting? No. Maybe. Yes.These questions ricocheted around Alan's head, giving him a light headache."Did you get wet too, Sarah?" Sophie asked, roping her friend into the conversation.In response to Sophie's quip, Sarah gave an awkward laugh and buried her head in her hands, her usual response when a sexually-charged joke was made. Even though she had known Sophie for almost year and had grown used to her kinky side, she still wasn't immune to it.Attempting to force himself to calm down, Alan looked over at Sarah who seemed to be enjoying the banter. This was what this was, banter. As his eyes and Sophie's met, something told him he'd take things a bit more seriously than she did. Allowing himself to laugh with the two girls, Alan tried his best to not draw attention to his erection, which was now firmly bulging against his trousers.After that, it seemed Sophie had now began to immerse herself in her work with charities. Clicking and tapping away at the computer. Alan passed a hand over his hair, and took a short breath to calm down. He was enjoying his little chat with Sarah, but he couldn't deny the rush of what appeared to be Sophie's flirting.It caught her attention almost instantly. Out of of the periphery of her vision, clear and...HARD.Alan was trying desperately to cover it, but to little avail - Sarah could see the bump.Must be Sophie's doing. Sarah was all too familiar with the affect Sophie's flirting could have on the men at the bar, the way she manipulated men like a siren would to sailors. It seemed like Alan was susceptible to her charm as well. Sarah did her best to refocus on her work, but Alan's boner continued to flash in her mind. It was bigger than she had expected it to be. His small, lanky frame gave the impression that he wasn't...well endowed in that department.These thoughts were interrupted by Lewis, who came strutting along the room, a thick mustard-yellow scarf wrapped around his neck. "Sarah, sorry to interrupt but we need you to help us film the next members' video." He was flanked by Luke, who was carrying a heavy camera. "I want to tie it in with the sponsor deal the guys are doing in town today.""Yeah, sure. I was just finishing up this batch anyway." The Tiktok afficiando wasted not time, rushing after her boss, but not before taking one last quick glance at Alan's stiffling erection, a memory to cherish later.Alan almost jumped in his seat at the voice of Lewis. He was trying very hard focusing on his work and NOT on Sophie's body. The sudden Lewis apperance had taken him by surprise. Seeing Sarah stand up to do her work, Alan smiled up at her. "Good luck." He said in a friendly tone.Of course, now he'd be left at Sophie's mercy, a thought that made him both scared and excited. He gulped, shooting a glance at Sophie who returned it with a smirk.With Sarah gone, Sophie had Alan all to herself...to torment. She decided to wait, leaving him in dreaded suspense. Minutes went passed.
Clank. Clank. Clank.
Every once in a while, Sophie caught Alan peering at her, scanning her.
He wants me
Minutes went passed.Alan's erection was as stiff as it had been when she made her move. It was thick, hard and girthy.
Just how I like them
Minutes went passed.Sophie sighed. "Still pissing it down. Looking forward to walking back home in this weather." She said, sarcasticly. "15 minutes feels like an eternity in the rain. I need a ride. Do you have a ride?" She paused. "Alan, can I ride you?"When he began to stammer uncontrollablly, Sophie assuaged his fears."Alan, I'm only teasing you. We're adults, ok? Life's short, have fun. That's the philosophy I abide by. And I want you to have fun while you're here." Sophie smirked as she said it. (edited)The minutes went by, and Alan felt himself worked up, He found himself constantly gazing over in Sophie's direction, just to make sure she wasn't up to something. Yet, everytime he was met by her tanned skin, her tight figure and a look back from her."Yeah, I gotta buy an unmbrella." Alan said to her, as she complained about the rain. Alan liked the rain, it made him usually relaxed."Alan, can I ride you?" The words were just casual enough for him to wonder if he heard right, yet her expression told him that was just what she said. Alan's mind was assaulted by the image of a naked Sophie on top of him, that teasing smirk on her face as she lowered herself on him.And just like that, it was gone. Just poking fun. Alan felt his face hot, while he tried to play it off as a joke."F-fun, huh? Y-yeah, I like fun.'* Alan tried to keep up the casual talk. He wasn't opposed to fun, at all. Especially with Sophie.5:00 o' clock came by faster than expected. Alan saw Sarah walk by with a camera he tried his best to ignore. She seemed to be walking by with Luke as she did some member's stuff.While he did not like the idea of cameras pointing in his direction, Alan liked Sarah be more of herself when she filmed something, Just seeing her walk by talking to the camera made him smile to himself.Finishing up, Alan made sure to leave quickly before giving Sophie a chance to get him hard. Walking on the street with a boner was not something he'd like to do.Alan gave her a curt nod, grabbed his electronics and departed from the room, gliding past Sarah, who had just finished filming a members video with Luke.Sophie followed not long after him. "Bye babe." She blew her close friend a kiss. "See you tomorrow. And don't forget to book your Boygenius tickets. They'll sell out fast!""I won't! Doing it as soon as I get back. Love you!"Alan was surprised he slept without any weird dreams. Was he finally adjusting, or were things mellowing out? Alan was sure things would be unusual working at the Yogscast offices, just not how he intended. The teasing coming from Sophie, even the jokes Nina made the other day, they all made him wonder "What if...' which was a dangerous road to walk.

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Alan woke up early the next day, got a somewhat cold shower and enjoyed himself a nice, healthy breakfast - a crossaint and a bottle of pineapple juice. His mind devious as he had set his heart on not being the target of teasing today.Walking down the road, he was approaching the bridge Sophie mentioned the other day - Whats-its-name Bridge. He looked at the water flowing underneath, realizing he forgot the name of the river. He realised he should learn these things if he wanted to become an actual Bristolian."Hey! Alan! Wait up!"It was Sophie. Turning, he saw her running up the street, her raven hair dancing erratically in the wind. The Welsh minx was wearing another crop top, a cream beige one, exposing her pale flesh and pierced bellybutton. She finally reached him on the crest of the hill, panting steadily. "I...saw you in the...shop. Meant to...say...say hi, but you...left.""Huh?" Alan was not expecting Sophie to show up like this. He had already mentally prepared a joke to tell her first thing at the office. This was unexpected. He blinked, looking at her. It wasn't unwelcome, however. "I live just down the road..." He gestured towards the direction they came. "So I guess we're not too far apart if you live in the area." Alan said, not as an invitation or anything, even if it could be interpreted as more.She was staring at the shopping bag he held in his hands. "What did you buy?" Her face was red, sweat beads trickled down her chin. With the sleeve of her top, she gently brushed them away."You ran here just to know what I bought? Didn't know I had a stalker." Alan said with a chuckle, flashing her the food in his hand. "Some fruit and juice." He said with a grin, hoping she'd get the joke. Already he was scanning her body. Sweat looked good on her. Yet, there was something cute about her today, too.Sophie inspected the bottle, turning it over in her hands. "Pineapple...isn't there a myth it makes cum taste better?" She said with a mischievous smile.The sun coated Alan's body, basking him in a warm, radiating glow. His unkempt hair fluttered in the wind, his square glasses sparkled. Alan smirked and feigned ignorance."Is there? I won't really be able to tell." He shrugged with a smile. He had a feeling he was going to enjoy this day. Alan waited for Sophie to catch her breath before they started walking their way towards the office. It wasn't an overly long walk, but enough to have them share a moment."Haha yeah, you wouldn't be able to tell unless you had drunk cum before." She paused for a moment to catch her breath. "But I will." Sophie said, giving him a slight nudge and a wink. She began walking in the direction of the office, bading him to follow."I mean, wine tasters spit the wine so they don't get drunk." Alan commented after a beat, walking side to side with Sophie. He chuckled before adding. "But I guess it's fine to swallow.""What's the point of drinking wine, if you don't want to get drunk?" Sophie quipped. Her pause was interjected by the ever-so familiar sound of the screech of a seagull - Bristol's flying menace, which had defiled many-a-Yogscast recording.Sophie was starting to like Alan. She hadn't been sure at first, but as he started to leave his shell and become confident around her, she felt herself falling for him.As they crossed the bridge and walked up the street to Queen's Square, Sophie took a few, quick glances at him, observing his unkempt hair, his square-rimmed glasses, his well defined back, and calm posture.Fuck. He is hot. And clearly in love with me. The amount of times he had started at her tits assured her of that. And he's single...and I'm single...Queen's Square soon loomed into view, the grass well trimmed and glistening with morning dew. Aside from a few dog-walkers, who meandered around, the square was empty and quiet.Alan had a wide-eyed expression at her last words, following with a nudge. He didn't freeze, it was so much easier to freeze with other people, like Sarah around. Out here, it was just him and Sophie, and that felt nice. Alan stifled a laugh, beaming in Sophie's direction.The dried leaves under his feet crunched as the pair walked through Queen's Square park. It was interesting seeing this location that so often starred in the videos be used like this.Walking like this gave Alan ample time to check Sophie out. With her not sitting in front of a PC he could admire more than her torso. Her pants were tight around her butt, and he could picture her legs easily. Her raven-stark hair was a good frame for her feminine features. Alan wasn't a big fan of overt use of makeup and her natural look really suited her. He admitted he found her very attractive.Sophie, already aware of how captivated he was with her, made sure to walk in front of Alan to give him a better view of her physique, mainly her ass and back. Girls like Sophie enjoyed being desired, being idolised. When she looked back over her shoulders, she saw him staring intently before shyly turning away. Haha. He's practically drooling.Alan was definitely having fun, the gentle flirting back and forth was a bit of a game now, and while he was not good at flirting, he was good at games. He made sure not to stare too hard and take Sophie in completely. Not simply focus on her breasts, or ass. He liked seeing her back, her shoulders, and her face too. She was pretty to look at. Sophie seemed like the kind of girl your friends would wonder how she's dating you. He thought to himself, smiling at his thoughts. And I wouldn't blame them. He thought, his eyes going to her round ass."So, Alan? What's the big plan?" She stopped. They were in the middle of Queen's Square, alone. Yogtowers loomed overhead. "I mean, for your time in Bristol" she added, when he looked back puzzlingly. "You've got a job, a flat. What next? A car? A pet? A girl?" She bit her lips as she waited for his answer, her hands firmly on her hips.The sudden stop made him feel defensive, like something was GOING to happen. He gulped, his heart accelerating a bit as he felt that nervousness build up.Big plan? Like...with her? He felt his hand on his juice bottle tighten. However, her follow up made him calm down. Was she still playing the game? Definitely. She'd never stop teasing him.Alan scratched his hair while he mulled over the question. "Heh, a pet sounds nice..." Alan said, tilting his head at her. Was she hinting at something? He wasn't lying either, he'd like to use the opportunity to get a dog or a cat. Back with his family it was impossible. Of course, he could also tease her a little. "And a girl, well..." He hesitated, before deciding to speak honestly. "I'd definitely like to get a partner if anything happened, you know?" He said with a shrug and a smile. He didn't want to make it feel like a big deal.Sophie took pleasure in the effect her question had on Alan. His hand tightened on the bottle, his eyes narrowed, his breath shortened. She licked her lips, tasting the salty air emanating from the harbour. "Looks like we're both hunting for partners." She cocked her head. "No thanks to you." As Alan began to protest, she calmed him down. "Don't worry mate. What's done is done. James and I were never compatible."Another flock of seagulls flew overhead, screeching."It won't be hard for you to find a partner, Alan. You're good looking, funny and approachable. Any girl would die for you." She gave him a wink.Before he could respond, she walked off towards the office, leaving Alan to ponder on his thoughts.That small tinge of guilt came back when Sophie mentioned her newly single status. Alan noticed everytime he felt less, and less guilty about it. Sophie did seem apparetly happy, and a part of Alan wondered if he could feel okay playing this game with Sophie if she had a boyfriend.Opening his mouth to comment on the last part, Sophie left him. Perhaps she didn't want to  give him any ideas, or maybe she was letting him just think about what she meant when she said they were both looking for partners. Come to think of it, she had just left a relationship, was she comfortable simply jumping to another? He guessed she already knew it was't going to work out for some time now, or maybe she's looking for something different. Or maybe, maybe she didn't take things too seriously. Alan could have pondered that a lot more, but he realized he didn't want to come in late into the office.  Yogtowers was more busy than ever. As Alan came in, he saw some familiar faces bustling past. Lewis was at his desk, talking to Tom Bates, who was holding an orange shoebox of some kind. He could also see Ravs talking to Lydia in the lounge area nearby, both clearly engrossed in conversation. Boba was in the kitchen, speaking with Harry and Pedguin, the latter who was preparing himself a cup of tea. And finally Nina was working on something on her computer.Alan, pinapple juice in hand, he made his way to his usual spot. The ambience of the office was as lively as ever - people murmured at their desks, keyboards clanked, mouse's clicked and there was a warm, jovial feeling to the room not felt the day before.On her way to her desk, Sophie skimmed past Briony and Kirsty, both of whom were giggling uncontrollably on the sofa, hunched over their phones. The sight brought a smile to her face."Morning, Sarah!" Sophie announced cheerfully. "Did you book them?!" She asked sternly, hands on her hips."Haha, I did. I can't wait!" She squealed, kicking her feet. Sophie joined in and the two hugged. When they had finished, Sophie dropped the bombshel. "Alan's trying to hit on me.""Really?" Sarah said, nonplussed.Sophie nodded, biting her lip."What are you going to do?""Play hard to get, like I always do. Shhh, he's coming over."By now, Alan was getting used to walking a bit, though it was still obvious a lot of people didn't know who he was. He hadn't yet been introduced to anyone else. Alan walked by the kitchen, getting a casual wave from Pedguin, who he was sure had not been introduced to before. This also got Boba's attention, her orange hair and tattoos making her stand out a bit. She smiled at him, and it made him feel a bit warm."Hey." He said, while he continued his way. He didn't want to interrupt anything."Who was that guy?" Pedguin asked Boba who frowned at him. "What do you mean who? You waved at him! You don't know either?" The two began to bicker, luckily Alan was out of earshot already.Reaching his computer, Alan noticed his two neighbors seemed to be giggling like old women gossiping. He wasn't sure if it was good or bad, but it didn't make him feel calm."New guy. I see you're a man of culture. Nice!" A sudden Ravs appeared, rattling Alan who had gotten distracted. Despite his...build, Ravs was surprisingly stealthy. Who knew? Alan noticed Ravs was gesturing at his juice bottle. With an awkward laugh he raised it a bit. Ravs gave him a thumbs up while he walked away. Surely he'd not return suddenly again. Surely.With a small sigh, Alan sat down on his chair. "Morning." He greeted Sarah with a smile. His attitude and approach was like night and day with Sarah and Sophie."Hi!" Sarah said enthusiastically, waving her hand. You could always rely on Sarah to inject a large dose of energy into the day.Just hearing that melodic tone to her voice, charged with happiness and rainbows put Alan in a good mood. While he wasn't a Negative Nancy, there was something to Sarah's attitude and expressions that made him feel warm and happy. Having that in his life would make him truly happy, if he managed to replicate it somehow.After Alan had settled down at his desk, Sarah prompted her offer. "Alan, would you mind helping us film the latest members video? We only have the outro to film. It will be a few minutes - at most. Don't worry, you won't have to be on camera. Just need someone to film it with Luke gone. No pressure, if you don't want to. Just thought it would give you something different to do." She shrugged with her signature smile.The word "film" instantly made him uncomfortable. Alan and cameras did not mix, and he knew why. His expression was sour and unsure, however there was a change every time Sarah added another sentence.Alan was pondering how to say no in a nice way, maybe being honest of his fear of an audience, or he could tell her he'd just mess up the very expensive equipment. He could maybe tell her that Matt had given him a ton of work. However, at that last shrug, something changed.That smile.That damned smile.It was like happiness crystallised in a cute, casual, girly smile. Those cute eyes of her looking at him, with just a sparkling of dorkiness to it. Alan was helpless."O-ohkay. S-sure, I'd uh...I can help."Truth be told, he finished his assignments yesterday and had nothing to do. He was about to beg Matt for more work to keep himself occupied. Either that, or talk to Lewis to show his "initiative" and other things bosses paid attention to."Yay! We'll do it in a bit. I've just got a few things to tidy up on the PC, then we'll film it in the games room." (edited)Alan nodded with a smile painted where his mouth was. He was half-regretting the decision, yet seeing Sarah so happy made him feel good about himself. Maybe, just maybe this wouldn't be so hard after all."Alrighty. Let me know if you need anything." Alan said, standing up from his PC. With no real work for him to do, he decided he could probably go the games night room or at least check that it was available.  As he made his way over, he saw Briony and Kirsty looking at each others phones. However, when Alan walked past them he heard a voice."Excuse me, nice intern guy." Kirsty called him, getting Alan's attention. "Question, which one is cuter?" Kirsty asked him out of the blue.Alan was taken aback, the wind knocked out of his sails. Was he being hit on? A bet, maybe? A test? Or was this one of Sophie's pranks? He looked at Kirsty, with a cute round face, a pretty smile and an attractive curvy body, versus Briony, with her signature long, fluffy brown hair, her delicate-looking face, with round eyes. Both were definitely cute. It'd take him years to find a true answer to the question,Then, he noticed Kirsty was looking down at her phone. And then he noticed the pair were holding out their phones for him to see their screens. Two dogs were on each screen. A corgy with a rabbit costume on on Briony's and a Pug dressed as a dinosaur on Kirsty's. Alan felt stupid.He pointed at Briony's phone with a shrug. "Corgi's are cute, and it's on Yogscast brand." He said, which got a giggle from Briony and some protests from Kirsty. At least the problem was settled.The game's night room was empty. With him alone there, Alan could take a moment to watch the decor, a piece of Yogscast history, right there and then. He smiled, remembering the countless videos that had happened here. It was surreal seeing the other side of it.Ten minutes later, Sarah walked in. Today, she was wearing another jumper, bubblegum-pink mixed with grey - the perfect encapsulation of Sarah's personality, a bright, colourful, sweet-flavoured person in a cold and harsh world."Sorry for the wait. Lewis stopped me on the way, haha. Ok, so I just need you to film my outro and that's it!" She gestured to the camera lying on the table. Alan picked it up and began configuring the settings."Ok...I think...I've got it!" He said, pleased with himself."Give me a countdown."He did as she commanded. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Go!"What's up members!" She jumped and waved her hands, beaming radiantly. "Hope you enjoyed this week's members videos. Wow, what a wacky, crazy time!" She exaggerated every line.Alan felt nervous at first, but as he got a grip on the camera, things went naturally. The most difficult part was NOT using the camera to film Sarah's best sides. It was a member's show, not a modeling video. Sarah easily handled the video."It wouldn't be possible without you guy's support! Until the next time!" She pointed straight at the camera, shaking her hips and leaning to the side. "Back to the studio!"It was Alan's cue.He had seen enough members videos to know what to do next. He slowly panned the camera to the ceiling.Cut!"Haha, thanks for that, Alan. You did a better job than Luke.""I don't know how you look so...confident and fun on camera." Alan confessed, looking at her, then at the footage he just filmed. 'I get nervous just thinking I have to perform in front of people." Alan commented off-handedly before giving Sarah an admiring look. 'You just become MORE you. And more you is definitely nice to look at.' He said, not thinking too much of what he just said at the last part.The room was empty, and that gave the two of them a nice moment for them to have, without Sophie teasing him or using his words against himself. As he watched the footage, a cute, honest smile formed on Alan, watching Sarah's dorky self shine and make her more lovely.Alan's compliments made her feel elated and shy. Their dynamic had become inversed. Now Sarah was the timid one. "Thank youuu! That really means a lot! I don't get compliments that often, hehe." In her embarrassment, she began playing with legs, crossing them over and tapping her feet on the table. She felt heat rising to her face.
He complimented me. That felt good.
She became more aware of his eyes, scanning her, feeling her over. Her eyes slowly met his and she turned away, smiling."Well, I should -" she pointed at the door "get working...before Lewis has me deported...hehe...I'll...make sure to let him...him know you did a good job." She could feel wet moisture accumulateling in between her legs.Alan felt it, for a moment. How Sarah began to sway where she stood. Her eyes on him then away, she was biting her lip a bit. Like a rope was tugging at him, Alan was about to take a step closer when Sarah turned from him. He was returned to reality at that. What WAS he doing?"O-oh, yeah!" Alan said, clearing his throat. He felt a bit sheepish, yet...he tried to imagine what expression she had, with her back turned from him."Uhmm...this was nice. Maybe, if you need help, you can ask me again." The professional version of asking for her phone number, in a way. Just an open invitation to repeat this interaction. Alan admitted to himself he liked being around happy, bubbly dorky Sarah."Oh absolutely! You're a good partner...work partner!" She quickly corrected herself. Being around Alan did something to her. It made her feel open and warm and...wet. So wet.She quickly filed out of the room. I need to calm down. I need to decompress.She made her way to the restrooms, passing Briony and Kirsty, still giggling on the sofa.  "You're a good partner" Those were words Alan would not forget soon. Maybe it was because he wasn't used to hearing compliments in general, or maybe it was because of Sarah's tone, but Alan felt a slight tug in his chest. He wanted more of that, that he knew.Something told Alan to give Sarah a moment to head out before he came out too. It was like when people have sex in the airplane restroom. Gotta wait a minute to keep people off your trail. Maybe he was exaggerating, but it gave him time to feel good about what happened.Leaving the room, Alan felt just great. His posture straightened and he looked confident, suave, maybe even attractive. He was through the roof. Passing by Briony and Kirsty on the sofas, he even waved them hi as he walked past them, not caring if he looked like a jerk. The pair didn't seem to think so as they waved at him before shrugging at one another.  The cool air and the bright lights of the restroom helped steady Sarah.Just. Need. To. Calm. Down.Ever since Alan had complimented her, she had felt a shock of energy pulsing through her beld, jolting her awake, making her feel so....horny.She barricaded herself in one of the stalls, grasping onto the sides for support.What do I do? What do I do? I like him. Does he like me? He's so...hot.She stood there a few minutes, listening to the fast-pace thump of her heart.He was looking at my legs. I saw it. He kept looking at them and my waist.There was something hidden behind his emerald eyes...yearning.Yearning for meBefore she could digest the encounter some more, the door to the bathroom burst open, and a pair of high heels reverberated along the walls.Sharply exhaling, Sarah readied herself and left the stall."Sarah! Are you ok? You look...flustered." It was Lydia, the Amazonian goddess herself.Patting herself down, Sarah gave a light chuckle. Hehe, yeah. I just..."Lydia cocked her head, raising one eyebrow. "What?" She asked, inquisitively."Have you met the new intern, Alan?""Oh yeah! I've seen him a few times, but I haven't had the chance to properly introduce myself. Why?""I...think" She giggled nervously. Sarah began playing with her feet, crossing her legs like she always did when she was nervous. "I think I have a crush on him..."Oh?""Don't tell anyone!""Of course not! Yeah, he seems nice.""Yeah, yeah" She said, nodding her head. Her mind kept flicking back to the earlier encounter."Are you going to make a move? Or do you want me to do it for you?" She said, teasingly."Haha. Stop!" Despite the teasing, Sarah trusted Lydia. She has been her closest friend since moving to Bristol. "I don't know what I'm going to. Guess see what happens." She said, shrugging.Lydia's intervention had assuaged Sarah's anxieties, so when she walked back to her desk and saw Alan there, she felt more confident in herself.  Alan didn't feel like looking at Sophie for the moment. Instead, over the next few hours, he'd work while sometimes glancing at Sarah. Her eyes were like luminous pools, reflecting the depth of her emotions with each glance and her smile radiated with light. If he wasn't sure before, Alan was sure now he had a crush on her.He turned his head to Sophie for a moment, who was working maybe too diligently beside him. He admitted he liked talking to her, and she was attractive. He knew there was some attraction there, and he couldn't deny it. Maybe it was too early to settle on one girl.Of course, this was an office, not a dating show. While he was at the office he was meant to work, not get it on. But maybe, just maybe...things could happen.Alan's mind echoed with Sophie's earlier question. What's the plan? With the options on the table, he'd need one indeed.From that point on, the day passed with little fanfare. The trio pressed on with their work, fearing retribution from Lewis for their slowing productivity. Every once in a while, Sarah stole a glance at Alan, who would return the favour."I'm really glad you started working here. You've been really fun to be around." Sarah admitted as the day drew to a close.Alan felt a nice, fuzzy feeling at Sarah's words. It meant more to him than she knew, with him feeling a strange sense of accomplishment."Sarah, I uh...thanks." At a bit of a loss, he nodded with a big dumb smile on his face. 'I think the same of you, and well, everyone here. Like, it's why I joined up, you know? Give back to everyone who made me feel joy. And be part of it.' Was he tearing up?  Just a bit. "I like working here, and well, being friends with you---Are we friends? Hope I'm not like, getting the wrong idea or anything." Alan paused a bit, a tinge of guilt coming to his face. He really was a polite kid.Sarah hesitated, her past thoughts springing to mind. Or are we much more?After what felt like an awkward silence, she gave a reply. "Of course! Everyone at the Yogscast is family!" She said, too quickly, her inner theatre kid spilling out. She didn't want to scare him away, nor did she want to smother him. What if I'm picking up the wrong signals? What if he doesn't like me?The two bade each other farewell and went on their own ways; Alan left of Faol Gaol Bridge, Sarah right of it.  That night, Sarah couldn't sleep. The events of the day were racing around her head. She was anxious. She was stressed. She was...horny.Staring up at the ceiling, she felt her hand slide into her trousers, as if it had a mind of her own.
I know what will take my mind off this...the national American hero, the footballer every girl from Maine to California adores - Tom Brady.
Her painted nails slowly fingered her clit, becoming wetter by the minute. "Ugh!" She moaned.Alone, she didn't hold back. "Fu-fuck!" Tom Brady's chiseled jaw swam into view. She quickened her pace. "Y-yeah!" Eventually, Tom Brady's face become distorted, his features shifting like grains of sand at a beach. First, the spectacles came into view, then the unkept hair, and then the cool, emerald eyes."Oh...fuck...Alan...fuck..." Sarah moaned softly, biting down on her lip.Minutes went by and then hours, her pussy leaking more and more. Her mind was conflicted, but she stroked regardless. "Oh...oh, fuck!" She squeaked.
Climax
As she lay in the pool of her own creation, her mind continued to flutter with images of Alan.  The walk back home made Alan wonder. He remembered Sophie's question again.
What's the big plan?
His mind went to Sarah. The grin on her face. Her cute eyes. That energy which made her shine. Then, there was Sophie. Life's short, have fun. That's the philosophy I abide by. Alan could not deny his attraction to her. The game they played was intense, yet satisfying. He wondered if it'd lead somewhere, or he was getting too invested in it.Or maybe he was getting involved in some office drama. The kind that got the wrong attention. He could just be reading the wrong signs and let the loneliness in him read the words wrong. Possibly.Deciding not to be negative, Alan went to bed. Perhaps he needed to expand his social circle if he ever wished to get a better picture of what things were like here. Maybe he should make an effort to get to know other people, besides those he was obligated to work with.

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And just like that, a daily life evolved into a weekly one.Wake up. Walk to work with Sophie. Sit and chat with Sarah. Edit the hell out of some videos. Finish and go home.He'd landed his dream job and he was not going to let his insecurities stop him from truely being himself.So, he improved himself.Wake up. Stretch. Walk to work with Sophie. Sit and chat with Sarah. Edit the SHIT out of some videos. Finish and go check out the city. Find a place to have some food. Mourn the loss of Just Chips. Go home.Wake up. Jack off because of Boba's new Instagram post. Feel slightly bad for jerking off to towards a coworker. Walk to the office with Sophie. Stop by a coffee shop. Enjoy a nice chat with her. Go to the office. Get some praise from Lewis?! Be assigned odd jobs. Go to the store. Buy manequinn heads and a fake beard? Bump into Boba. Introduce yourself to her in a respectful way to show you're not a creep. Get teased on by Harry. Take life less seriously.Go home.Relax.Sleep.Wake up! Feel amazing. Make Sophie suspicious about your energy today. Make her question your love life. Have a laugh. Help Sarah with some introduction video for the Member's show. Feel less queasy about cameras. Run into Harry again. Discuss maybe a bit too seriously about which Pokemon are bangable. Help out Daf with some behind-the scenes content. Be shown the Arcade Machine. Crush the living hell out of Daf in Centipede. Get beaten by Ben. Make some life memories. Consider playing Centipede in secret to get better at it. Make better life decisions.Go home. Sleep.Get an early call from Sarah. Agree to her request. Buy 120 candles at the store. Go to work. Deliver them to Daf. Chat with Harry. Be introduced to Lydia. Successfully avoid losing your shit in front of her. Have Lydia introduce you to Bouphe. Bond over your shared Centipede-related frustrations. Form real relationships beyond the fan/creator dynamic. Get enough courage to enjoy the free drinks provided by the office. Get heavily teased on by Sophie. Go home. Masturbate to the idea of banging Lydia and Bouphe. Sleep.Wake up, notice you overslept. Catch up to Sophie on the way to the office. Have her actually help out with your appearance. Share a laugh. Get some compliment from Sarah. Feel warm and fuzzy feelings. Agree to help with some TaskBox related filming. Help Daf and Luke with setting up the cameras. Plant a Tom Head in Queen's Square. Film Briony as she dorks around on camera with Tom Bates. Lose it when she goes on a date with him. Eat some leftover watery bread. Accidentally lose the behind-the-scenes recording. Tell Sarah. Reluctantly agree with her to take the blame. She doesn't get in trouble. Relax. Go home. Sleep.Wake up. Meet Sophie by the bridge. Talk about how you haven't left Bristol since you arrived. Discuss vacation ideas. Wonder. Arrive to the office. Chat with Sarah. Edit the FUCK out of some videos. Laugh at Zoey's antics in TTT. Spot Briony while you're coming from the restroom, talk to her about the day before. Meet Kirsty. Get them to actually know who you are. Be asked by the two of them if he's married. Never really tell where that question came from. Go back to chat with Sarah. Wonder some more. Go home. Sleep.The daily schedule may have become more monotone, more regimented but he was now fully assimilated into the office culture. He was no longer Alan the awkward intern who gawped at all of the internet celebrities and made a fool of himself. He was Alan the slightly more confident intern who could have a laugh and only made a fool of himself rarely.

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20th April 2023. Thursday. MiddayAlan's second week was quickly approaching its culmination, and he felt at ease - with himself, with Bristol and with the office. While he still didn't know everyone there, and still struggled with the Yogscast’s weird and eccentric office etiquette, he was no longer afraid of introductions. He felt content about where he was, what he was doing. He felt like he was a Yogscast member - no longer an outsider.Of course, it had its ups and downs."Would you do it, or not?" Harry interrogated Alan, taking a sip from an energy drink with a shit-eating grin on his face. Alan was a bit too confused to take the question seriously."Why would I fuck a dolphin?" Alan asked him incredulously, prompting a giggle from the long-haired man-child."That's the thing! You don't WANT to do it." Harry responded. "Just, imagine there's a man with a gun and he tells you: fuck a dolphin or die." Harry paused. "Would you fuck a dolphin?" He asked, not waiting a second before he laughed."What?! I-I don't know..."The office kitchenette was a bit louder than usual.The next stage in his assimilation process came as he was making himself a coffee in the office kitchen."Alan?"It was Sophie. She was wearing black eyeliner, a thin white jacket, and rugged jeans."Er, yeah? Hi!"She pointed to the others, who were still at their desks. "We - me, Sarah, Harry, Ravs, and Daf - we're planning to go out for some drinks tomorrow night at a nightclub. We were wondering if you were interested in joining us?" She was leaning on the counter, her midriff exposed, biting down on her lip in a playful way.Alan was not expecting this. He glanced over at Harry, who shrugged nonchalantly. The kind of shrug that told him he was agreeing, cool as he was. Alan let himself smile."Oh, cool! A nightclub, huh?" To be fair, Alan was a nerd. He didn't go to clubs or bars every night. He simply stayed at home and played games. He had no experience. But he had decided not to be a prude and be social for once. Else, he'd probably not get invited anywhere again. "Sure! Uh, I haven't gone out since I came here. I kinda need to know the city more." Alan confessed. His eyes went to Sophie's midriff, seeing her piercing. It was a nice little treat to see it, every once in a while.Sophie noticed that Alan's eyes strayed from her face towards her midriff as he talked. She knew that it would. She knew it was too irresistible for him.At least he didn't get a boner this time, she thought to herself. He's adjusting, if not slowly."Cool!" She beamed. "I'm looking forward to it." She began to turn away but stopped herself. "Oh, I should mention, there isn't a strict dress code or anything, but most of us are probably going to head back to change in some more...how shall we say... appropriate attire." Pretending to be sophisticated, she said the last two words in a mockingly stereotypical English accent."Haha, nothing crazy or anything, just a change from the usual shit, you know? Anyway, I'll chat to you later." And with a kick of her feet, she was off, skipping around the office and back towards her desk.Something lit up in Alan's eyes when Sophie mentioned that. He began to wonder what kind of clothes Sophie considered appropriate. What did Sarah consider appropriate? Alan looked down at his black hoodie. Perhaps he needed a different look."Alright! 8:00." He repeated the hour, just to settle it in his memory. He never got invited to stuff. Alan pondered what his night would look like, and if he should maybe ask Harry for do's and don'ts."Careful, Alan." Harry said, getting the man's attention. Looking over at him, Harry nodded in direction of the main room, where Sophie had gone. "Sophie wants to bang you. Like, for reals." The unusually insightful Harry put a thought on Alan's mind as he turned to look at Sophie in the distance. He gulped a bit. "See you later dude." He said, walking towards the streaming room.Alan took a deep breath before getting back to work. He smiled at Sophie before addressig Sarah."So, tomorrow at 8:00?" He asked Sarah. Sophie said she'd be coming, right? They must have discussed it.Her eyes squinted. "Friday. Friday at 8:00." She looked off in the distance, as if to make sure she had the dates correct. "Yeah, tomorrow." As always, Sarah wasn't mad or exasperated with Alan. It wasn't in her nature. She just gave him a reassuring smile.  "I'm so excited!" She squealed, kicking her legs under the table. "Sophie's been planning it for weeks. We usually go out to the pub on a Friday, but it's been monnthhhsss since we last went out to a nightclub together. I -" She covered her mouth, her eyes brimming with excitement, her shoulders hunched forward. "Guess what - I just recently brought myself a new outfit for this special occasion. Hehe. I can't wait. I can't wait. Are you coming?" When Alan gave a slight nod, Sarah's energy only accelerated into overdrive. "Ahhhh...it's going to be soooo fun."The uncertainty in Alan's heart at the idea of going to a noisy, expensive nightclub full of drunk people doing stupid things suddenly vanished when he bore witness to her barely-kept excitement flourish like a wave of colors. His heart skipped a beat just there and then. That excitement was infectuous and Alan was happy to be infected."Where are we going, anyways? Nightclubs are not something I'd looked up when I moved here." He commented, then tilted his head with a look at Sarah. "But now I feel bad I hadn't." He still needed to get something. Maybe he should go buy a nice shirt somewhere."Lakota. It's inside this old brewery that's been refurbished. I've only been once, but it was cool. Sophie goes there all the time with some of her uni friends.""Where is it?""Erm...it's near Pieminster."Alan shot her a confused look. Although he had been living here for a few weeks now, he still didn't confidently know his way around Bristol, especially the areas away from the office."Er...near the School of Yoga?"Alan still looked puzzled.She gave a light chuckle. "Erm...it's north of the office, near the A38. I'm sorry if that's not clear enough. Just check on Google maps. Sophie said it was a 10 minute walk from here."Alan finally gave Sarah a half-hearted thumbs up. Something that matched her almost-confident energy she put out into her videos."Gotcha. I guess I'm going shopping today for..." He glanced at Sophie. "Appropriate attire." He said with air quotes. Then he looked at his classic, safe, reliable hoodie. "My best-looking shirt is in my parent's house, back in Oregon. I gotta get myself something different." Alan mused, pulling at the cotton of his hoodie."Haha, don't worry about it too much. It's not a big deal. Maybe you can ask Harry or Ravs where they usually get their suits?" She shrugged and went back to her work, drafting the latest tweet for the main account, which was announcing the premiere of a new Minecraft series on Duncan's channel."That's not a bad idea." He told Sarah. He wasn't sure if he could ask Harry who had a very...avant-garde fashion sense. Maybe someone like Ravs or Tom could help. He decided to ask them before the day ended.Sophie had been listening to the conversation intently and decided to offer her input. Swirling in her chair, slouched down with her back almost on the seat, she gave Alan another one of her signature devious smiles, full of mischief and cunning. "You could go nude? That would save you some cash...unless, you're not...well..." Again, she switched to her post, sarcastic accent. "Well-endowered...in the downstairs department.""Well, that's a great idea, but I promised Harry we'd get my first arrest for the Jingle Jam." Alan commented. "Also, everyone knows it takes two shots of tequila to see me nude.' Alan said, proudly, with a smirk. A challenge to her."Oooh! I'll have to buy you a shot of tequila, then," she said, raising her eyebrows, accepting his challenge. "Maybe Sarah can buy the other one, haha."Sarah's face turned a bright red. "Shut up, haha!" The young American loved her friend dearly, but Sophie's teasing did have its limits.Surrounded by two beautiful women, each fighting for his affection, Alan could not have been any happier. "Haha, at the rate he's talking to me, Harry will be the one buying me the second tequila." The girls laughed at his joke, injecting him with another confidence boost. He had settled down, got a raise, and was now friends with most of the Yogscast. Could this week get any better?"If Harry does the chad move of buying me tequila, I'll have to rethink my priorities. Maybe I won't say no." Alan joked, his eyes looking from the girls to his computer screen as he refocused on his work. If he wanted to finish the day with a clear conscience, he'd have to finish editing this TTT episode."By the way, I remember you two were talking about concert tickets last week. How was the concert?" He asked out of curiosity, though he didn't know a thing about it. Maybe the concert hadn't already happened. Could even be in Germany or something, he didn't know jack."It...was...fucking...amazing!" Sophie said, using her hands for dramatic effect. "Wasn't it, Sarah?"Sarah sunk down in her chair, a look of pure euphoria plastered across her face. "Oh my God! It was sooooo fun!""Where did you go? Was it in London?"Sarah responded first. "Yeah. We went with Gemma - er, one of my friends.""It was really good. Boygenius rules!" Sophie shouted, waving her hands to mimic the act of playing a guitar.Alan was expecting an elated response if they had gone and boy did the two girls deliver. Not allowing himself to miss the opportunity, he took yet another break to watch them talk about it. With their eyes lit up like kids in a toystore."I'm like, terrible with music so I'm not familiar with their stuff.' Alan came clean. It had caused him trouble not knowing the specific year band A put out this album, or the name of this or that song. While Alan had preferences, he considered himself completely ignorant in it.Sarah's eyes lit up instantly, eager at the chance to dedicate her devotion to her favourite band. "Ok, ok, they're basically just the best band ever. No one even comes close!""Maybe you can enlighten me." Alan said with a smirk, he liked it when people showed him what they liked."And, ironically, it's a band comprised of three women." Sophie chimed in.There was a slight, unexpected spark of interest at that comment from Sophie. Alan may never admitted, but that got his attention. "That does sound pretty dope. I thought they were like...a boyband or something with that name." He'd met BTS fans in real life and they were a piece of work."Yeah, haha. Phoebe Bridgers is a queen!" Sarah screamed in excitement"So Phoebe Bridgers is the vocalist? Guitarrist? Keytar hero...ine?""All three! Guitarist, vocalist and legend!" Sarah piped up. Sophie nodded in support."You'll have to let me know when's the next concert." Alan said with a friendly smile. He wasn't too convinced, but going to a concert with either or both of these goofballs sounded like an amazing time.Sarah's face lit up at the idea. "Omg! That would be so fucking cool! Another person has been converted to Boygeniusism! Haha""Boygeniusism...that's a cult and a half." Alan chuckled out loud. He shared a look with Sarah, her dorky smile on full display before Alan got back into his work. It was getting late and he wasn't yet done with Rythian's perspective.  After a few hours passed, Alan made sure to save his work and send it over to Matt, for validation and to the next part of the process of video creating. Leaning back on his chair, Alan considered his shopping trip. He ought to ask Ravs or Harry about where to get new threads. He popped his head above the cubicle to see if they were around.While Alan occupied himself with tracking down Ravs or Harry, Sophie used the opportunity of his absence to chastise Sarah for her innate ability to always be late."Eight O'clock. On the dot! Not a minute earlier or later!" She said, pointing her finger at Sarah like a mother scolding her unruly child."I'm not going to be late! It happened onnccceee!" She melted in her chair, a look of exasperation forming on her face."You better not be! I hate waiting around!" She gave a quick glance at Alan, who was sauntering down the office. "What do you think he's going to look like? Nerd or muscular hunk? Haha."Looking at Alan's figure, slowing receding from view, Sarah pondered on the question for a moment. "Er...I don't know haha. He's full of surprises! Maybe both?"  Alan didn't spot Ravs, but he did spot Harry talking with Tom. It was intimidating to approach both of them, but he expected it to be a quick chat. However, it turned into a whole adventure."What do you mean you got nothing wear, Alan? Sophie said attire! Double T!" He spat, his manufactured anger loud and grabbing the attention of everyone in the vicinity. "Jesus Christ. Let's go. Get your stuff. You got cash? No, you're an intern, of course you don't. Come on!" His voice was demanding, but not demaning, even if his words could be taken that way. Overwhelmed, Alan did as told and thus began his walk with Harry, up the streets towards some of the commercial stores.  It was the sound of Harry's loud tirade that drew Sarah's eyes back to Alan. Standing on the opposite side of the office, near the newly-acquired vending machine, Harry, with his lanky hair and ragged clothing, towered over the intern, mocking his fashion sense and organisational skills."Come on!" Harry's bark spurred Alan into action. Fumbling with his bag, he dutifully followed the Pokémon afficiando out of the door and down the stairs.Sarah could only smile. Since arriving here, Harry had been one of her mentors - introducing her to members of the staff, guiding her around Bristol, advising her on which tasks to prioritise in the office. He had been her guardian angel, and now, it looked like he had become Alan's.  Shopping with Harry was actually pretty fun, Alan thought. Getting to look at stuff, seeing different styles, and getting some of Harry's insights, who had a better fashion sense than he expected."You look like a fucking pleb with that. Here, put this blazer on." Harry said, arms crossed like a disappointed mother while he examined Alan. "Lose the glasses." He ordered, and Alan, unsure, did. He tilted his head. "You look like Dream if he hit puberty." Harry told him.Not sure what that meant, Alan had to ask. “Is that good or bad?" Alan asked with his shoulders hunched."It's good if you want to go to jail. Put them on again." And so Alan did. Harry took a good look again and shrugged. "Yeah, you look like a nerd, but like a cute one. Like a twinky Henry Cavill."That sounded like more of a compliment. "Erm, thanks?" Alan said.They finished the day with a soda on a park bench, it was mostly Harry talking shit, but Alan had learned to listen to him. There was wisdom between all the swearing, and good intentions too.Finishing the day, with a new outfit that Harry insisted on paying for. "I kinda like twinky Henry Cavill" being Harry's excuse. Alan walked alone to his home, feeling unsually confident in what tomorrow might bring. Anxiety still prickled him, but not enough to overwhelm him. He wondered how everyone else would look. Especially Sarah and Sophie.Once home, Alan laid on his bed. His mind wandering towards the girls. Sarah, who was very feminine, he wondered if she'd come in some sort of dress. He smiled as he thought of her in something not too fancy but not boring either. Her legs were something he looked forward to seeing. Then there was Sophie, who had a tight body and he hoped he'd get to see her dance. He'd remind himself not to get an erection at the club, or things would be troublesome. However, in the privacy of his house, he was free to fantasize.Taking out his phone, he browsed for pictures on Instagram, as he began to stroke his cock. Licking his lips, he began to pleasure himself imagining Sophie's body. A nightly ritual to calm his needs, and sleep properly.  Sophie shoved Sarah's arm. "So, what's the plan?"They were walking over Faol Goal Bridge, drenched in the golden rays of the setting sun, the rest of the sky as bright pink as a flamingo."For what?" Sarah asked, inquisitively.Sophie rolled her eyes, already fed up with her friend being obtuse. "The nightclub! Are you finally going to try and find a boyfriend? You've been here for a year now. You've settled down. It's time to start looking, Sarah."Looking around uncomfortably, Sarah refused to meet Sophie's eyes. "I...don't know. It doesn't feel like the right...place.""It's as good as any." Sophie retorted."Eh...""C'mon. It will be fun. There are plenty of fit guys there. If you're anxious, I could introduce you to some? I just don't want my best friend to wander around aimlessly, feeling sorry for herself. We're social animals. We need that intimacy - you need that intimacy."Those words rang in Sarah's head as she opened her front door and made herself at home.I need intimacy...what is intimacy...what am I craving?Walking to the fridge, she made herself a light dinner - pasta, drowned in pesto sauce and coated in cheese. It was warm and fulfilling.As she made her way to bed, Sarah glanced at the clothes she had brought herself for tomorrow night, arranged delicately on her dresser drawer. The dress was both sensual and elegant, cute and slutty.
I hope this is good enough.
Sarah had never been the most gregarious person. She struggled in crowded atmospheres and was hopeless when it came to dating.Over her academic lifespan, a time period that consisted of 8 years, ranging from when she was 16 until 24, Sarah had dated two men, and had only participated in sex with one of them. And the sex itself was relatively tame - consisting of missionary and handjobs.She knew she was an amateur, at the bar and in the bedroom.I have to become bolder. Like Sophie says, I need to take the next leap forward...Resting her head on the pillow, Sarah's mind began to wonder, dreaming about the party, Sophie, Boygenius and...Alan...naked, wearing nothing but his glasses.

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Friday arrived sooner than anyone could anticipate, with a strong gust of wind and a bright morning that signaled the tail-end of spring. Alan woke up more easily than he had the last few nights, his body refreshed after a good night's sleep. Though, he'd never admit it to her, masturbating to Sophie blunted the edge of her incessant teasing and channeled his pent-up frustration and humiliation into something more euphoric. Jumping out of bed, Alan sauntered to the bathroom to splash water on his face. He smiled at himself in the mirror. Today was the day of the nightclub and already he felt a flurry of anxiety building up in his chest.Not having time to prepare breakfast, Alan made sure to take a shower, his nerdy, lanky figure battered by the constant steamy water. He was no athlete, but no slouch either. His body kept thin by a good diet, and just enough work out to give texture to his muscles. It wasn't an 80s action hero build but it wasn't pathetic enough either. Girls like a guy somewhere in the middle of that spectrum, he rationalized to himself. Like always, he paid very little time to sculpturing his hair, knowing it would quickly get puffy and soft when it dried.Putting his signature navy-blue hoodie on over a plain white t-shirt, he made sure to wipe his glasses to clear the lenses before taking his backpack to work. Before leaving, he glanced at the outfit Harry had gotten him. He smiled. He'd have to find a way to repay him for finding it. It was perfect - not too suave or pretentious but sophisticated enough that it made him look a little bit more stylish.Alan was fortunate enough that his apartment was in a perfect location, across from Castle Park and nestled in the Bristol shopping quarter, situated at the crossroads of almost all of Bristol’s large landmarks. As expected, the rent was painfully high, but thanks to money he had saved up over the years and a generous care package from the Yogscast, he could afford. Only just. The only thing that helped heal the financial sting was the view. Every morning, as he got ready for the day, he would look out his bedroom window to the cherry trees in the ample courtyard that bloomed a bright pink in the spring. The single bedroom apartment, laid out like a railcar from front to back, wasn’t large but it had hardwood floors and decent light and a nice dining room with walnut cabinets. Compared to the old apartment Alan had been living in back in Oregon, it felt absolutely lavish. He had furnished it as much as his budget allowed, with a combination of the cheapest couches from IKEA he could find, ace hardware lamps and yard-sale tables. Slowly but surely, he was building himself a nice humble sanctuary. If his relationship with the Yogscast continued to thrive, this would be a permanent settlement, a place he could make memories and maybe even start a family. He found Sophie making her daily pilgrimage to Yogtowers on the bridge they usually met at. "Top of the morning!" It was an exaggerated greeting, with the pitch going up at the last syllable. When Sophie turned around, she no doubt saw him with his black hair flowing in the wind, glasses slightly off center, and a giant stupid grin painted on his face."You know, Alan. That's not a Bristolian greeting. Or a Welsh one. That's Irish." Sophie laughed at his obvious embarrassment. "Save it for when you next see RT."As the two made their way to Queen's Square, they discussed the upcoming event. "Did you buy anything good for tonight? Or are you still planning to go nude?" Sophie said, teasingly, giving Alan a slight nudge."Mmmhh, I thought long and hard about it," Alan subconsciously stroked his hair, a quirk he had developed while being around Sophie. "The answer is no. I don't plan on getting arrested for public indecency on my second week here. Maybe when I'm more settled."Though it was only late April, the spring sun was uncharacteristically warm this morning. Dew glistened in its heat as the two made their way over the square. "No, but Harry did help me buy some stuff yesterday, which was kind of him. We went to M&S, and brought a -""Stop! Stop right there!" Sophie was waving her arms around. Alan looked perplexed. "Surprise me! I'll be the judge of whether it looks good or not."Alan gave a slight chuckle, attached with a sheepish grin. "Oh, OK. Haha, if that's what you want.""But be warned! if it's not good enough, you're not coming with us! We don't let losers wander into our social club." Sophie smiled as she delivered her warning, but Alan was still left feeling uneasy as he made his way into the office.What if it's not good enough?  Harry seemed to have liked it, but Sophie was another matter entirely. What if I embarrass myself, in front of the girls - in front of Sophie, in front of Sarah? If she was gonna say that, she could have told me before I went shopping. Alan's dejected mind told him. Now he had something else to feel anxious about all day. 8:00pm was a long time away. He watched as Sophie joined up with Sarah. Taking a deep breath, Alan knew he'd just have to trust Harry. Or blame him. He smirked, realising his fate was in the hands of a man who looked like an unwashed seer. "Topofthemorningtoyou!" Alan made sure to say his Irish greeting as fast as possible when he approached Sarah's desk. A tinge of excitement on his face as he did so. Sophie told him it was an Irish greeting, but he was doubling down because it was funny to annoy her."Ah!" Sarah jumped a bit in her seat, a startled giggle on her face that detonated Alan's own laugh. Taking his glasses of to laugh, his hand covered his eyes, and Sarah let out an exasperated. "Alan! I didn't see you!" She said with an amused smile.God, Sarah was cute. Alan wiped his eyes with his fingers before sitting down. "Jesus Christ." Alan said mid-giggle. He suddenly looked up and imitated Sarah. "Ah!"before chuckling again. A quick glance from her made him start to feel bad. "Sorry, sorry, it was just funny how easily you get spooked." The new guy said, his glasses in his hands still, chuckling like a 5-year-old."It. Wasnt. Funny." Sarah said through gritted teeth, though a smile was already creeping on to her face. Alan continued to chuckle, entertained by Sarah's cute, annoyed expressions. Absent-mindlessly preparing her work space, Sophie spectated from her seat. After that, the morning proceeded relatively smoothly. Heads down, their arms outstretched, the trio worked diligently on their tasks assigned for the day. Alan continued editing the TTT video Matt had given him the previous day, experimenting with sound design and splicing together the POVs; Sarah, half-asleep, trudged through company emails, adding contact details to her ever-growing portfolio; and Sophie, nursing a minor migraine, painstakingly responded to the dozens of complaints the company had received over the previous week for defunct products while attending to the demands of Duncan and Ben, who complained there wasn't enough coffee.Only the chiming of the clock at 12:00PM gave them any respite. "Who wants something to drink? Tea, maybe?" Alan asked, slapping his hands on his knees. He had only been in the UK for two months now and had already adopted their customs."Oooh, can I have a latte, please?" Sarah said, eyes still lingering on the excel sheet she had open."Mocha for me, please." Sophie responded."Alright! Coming up." With Alan gone, Sophie could plan the night ahead with Sarah, unmolested by his constant interventions."Are you going for the pink dress?" She asked the cute American girl."It's more purple.""Purple then.""Yeah...do you think it's too much? Not too...flashy""No, No! It looks phenomenal on you. It brings out the colours in your cheeks. You should definitely wear it.""Alright, thanks. What are you going for? You still haven't told me yet.""Jeans and black crop top. Stylish but not too overwhelming." Sarah nodded in agreement.Pointing towards the kitchen, Sophie said, "I am dying to know what look he's going for. He's either going to surprise us and we find out he looks really hot, or he's going to embarrass us and look like a total dork. Haha, and there's no in between. It's one or the other with those types of guys."Sarah smiled at the thought. "Haha. I think Harry has a good taste in fashion, so Alan should be OK." She looked over at Alan, embroiled in a debate with Harry, two coffee cups in his hands. "Are any of your friends coming?""No." Sophie said, glumly, lowering her head. "They've all got stuff on. Fucking typical.""What about from the office? Any one else joining us?""Nina was going to, but something else came up. So, aside from us three, it's going to be Harry, Ravs, Daf and Paul.""Cool, cool. It should be fun.""It will be," Sophie corrected her. Alan, like a good intern got on coffee duty. He'd actually worked as a barista for a coffee shop during his college years and he was well versed in the art of coffee-making. Though life in the UK might push him to try more tea, in truth, he wasn't that used to drinking it and didn't get the hype. Since Sarah and him were Coffee addicts, it was easy to stay in old habits.Preparing a latte with cream, and using chocolate syrup to prepare Sophie's mocha, he'd already prepared some commercial-grade coffee. Of course he also prepared himself something hot and frothy, ensuring Irish cream. Alan turned to see the girls were happily chatting away. He wondered if they were talking about another concert or the night ahead of them. He delivered their drinks, giving Sarah her latte in a "Keep Calm and Diggy Diggy Hole" mug while Sophie's mocha, with chocolate syrup on the walls had a "Datlof will hold" design on it."Here you go." He said as he delivered the mugs, leaving for a moment to get his own. Sitting on the office chair, the bespectacled intern took a moment to relax, taking in the aroma of his drink. "Do I look like Henry Caville?" He asked them suddenly. Harry's words echoing in his mind making him wonder if he was actually THAT good looking. It was a weird compliment.Sophie looked over Alan, scanning his body, her eyes combing over his physique. "Erm...how do I put this delicately...noooo." Sarah gave a small giggle but was to embarrassed to provide a verdict, preferring to drink her coffee instead.Sophie's comment was like losing a bet and getting a slap. You knew it was coming, yet it stung all the same. He did ask, after all. "Yeah, I thought as much. Maybe Harry has a crush on me." Alan deflected with humor, smirking at Sophie first then at Sarah. "If I want to get into that shape, I need to ask Ben to help me develop an unhealthy obsession with Warhammer and maybe even work out more." He commented off handedly. With work, he'd not considered his health in a while. He'd done fine so far, but he was worried overindulging in coffee, snacks from the office and swirling on a chair could lead to him ending up a bit chubby."You're not that bad!" Sophie retorted. "It's just that Henry Cavill is... well Henry Cavill. It's a pretty high bar." Sarah nodded along, her hands clasped around her coffee mug. Her mind became inundated with images of Alan at the gym, working out, his refined muscles hard and firm. She crossed her legs to hide how wet she was becoming."Look, I'm not into guys or anything, but even I can admit he's pretty hot." Alan agreed with a nod at both girls. "It's hard to tell when I need to take Harry seriously and when not to." The man concluded with a sigh. The words of the long-haired sage forever burned in his mind. Sophie wants to bang you. Like, for reals. The words made him wonder if he was joking around or not. Giving Sophie a strange glance didn't help him. What about the other girls in the office?Alan's offhand remark about needing to go to the gym more often planted a seed in Sarah's head, filling her mind with images of his fit body, flexing in the gym mirror, sweat glistening off his body. No matter how hard she tried to wrestle her mind away from it, the images bled their way through, blurring the screen in front of her."I wonder who in the office works out. I might need some gym recommendations." Alan muttered as he began clicking on his mouse to continue his editing. "You know anyone, Sarah?" He turned his head towards the unusually reserved short girl, who had a strange expression on her face. "You okay, Sarah?" He asked her. He couldn't tell what but there was something off in her. He just couldn't tell what."Er...wh-what? Erm, yeah, yeah. Fine." She beamed back at Alan, trying desperately not to reveal her inner thoughts. "I was..." Frantically, she searched her brain for an excuse. "- just...thinking about something else." She cringed at her lack of explanation but hoped Alan wouldn't notice.Alan watched as her expression changed from confusion to a sudden air of normality. The man wasn't too convinced of it, but he wouldn't push it. "Well, if you feel sick or something tell us, alright? He said it in a very parenting tone. Alan sounded like a Dad like that. "You need anything, you got the intern for," He gave her a thumbs up, to keep the energy casual and goofy, something he'd slowly come to use through exposure to Sarah."Alan m'dude.' Harry said as he came up in front of them, above their screens. "You're not forgetting about tonight, right?" Harry said to him. Alan, a bit taken aback had to think before discarding anything that wasn't their outing. "No?"However Harry was shooting a glance at Sophie. Eyebrows wiggling a bit at her, with both intention and purpose. Sophie's expression showed confusion until Harry shot directing glances at Alan and then at her. He knew."Cool. You got shit memory, so I thought I'd remind you." He giggled, with a nasal laugh. However he shot a meaningful look at Sophie and a wiggle of his head that commanded. Come on. to her.Sophie caught the look Harry was giving her over the top of her monitor. Just through his quick expressions, she was able to decipher the message he was trying to relay to her - are planning to bang him?She shot him back her answer - NO!It clearly didn't satisfy Harry, for he responded with a raised eyebrow and an incredulous look."Anyway, I've got things to do!" He gave Alan a light pat on the back. "See you tonight, big man. Looking forward to seeing you in that suit.""What was that about? It looked like you two were...I don't know - making out with your faces, haha.""It's nothing, just Harry being weird and strange, like he always is."Alan's thoughts of knowing when to take Harry seriously or not left him wondering what was that about. He glanced over at Sophie, trying to make a connection but he couldn't think up of anything.Picking up his mug, he took another hearty sip of his coffee, and decided to assume that was some yogscast weirdness he should get familiar with. With a look towards Sarah and a shrug, he let her know he had no idea what was that about. Allowing the day to calm itself down, Alan continued with his work. Taking sips of coffee between editing today's TTT video. He enjoyed listening to the stupid conversations happening, and the weird interactions from different perspectives. Alan had finished Zylus's perspective by 1:00 pm."I forget there's more of us than just the office." Alan commented off-handedly. 'Like, Zylus isn't here, Rythian isn't around either, Zoey & Fionn..." He began mentioning those he knew weren't in the country. "Do they ever come over?" He asked with a small sparkle in his eyes. The intern was a fan at heart, and seemed excited to meet them all.Sarah recognized the glint in Alan's eyes straight away. It was the same one she had had when she first came to Yogtowers. Awed by the office and being surrounded by the content creators she had looked up to in her youth, Sarah had been in a trance for weeks."Well, practically everyone comes to Bristol for Jingle Jam, but some make a couple of trips throughout the year. Boba visited a month ago, just before you joined, and I think she's planning to visit again in the summer. We also meet up with some of them when we go to conventions, like Twitchcon."Alan's heart rate quickened. I could see Boba in person, Mousie too.Sophie interjected. "Speaking of Twitchcon, you should see if you can come with us this year, Alan. We usually go in July as a group. When you get the chance, ask Lewis. He usually subsidies some of our travel expenses. If he really likes you, he might help you out. We have such a fun time, don't we Sarah?""Oh my God, yes! We go out for drinks, shop, hang around with other content creators. It's amazing!"The idea of meeting these fascinating people excited him. He was getting excited for the jingle jam, though that'd mean a lot more work than what he did. He liked the idea of hanging out with them, or at least showing their appreciation. Alan's little glint in the eye was there as he thought about it."Oh yeah, conventions!" Alan's tone was full of wonder as that idea hit him. As part of the Yogscast he'd have the opportunity to attend conventions, even if it's for work, he'd get to travel more, meet people and see amazing things. He smiled like a child given permission to play videogames all night."That sounds amazing, I've always wanted to go to Twitchcon, I guess obviously you guys go all the time." He stated the obvious, chuckling at his daftness. "I doubt Lewis would let the new guy do it, but I guess I should try. I'd love to hang out with you guys."It kind of sounded like a vacation, even if it was work. Hotel rooms, foreign cities, company-paid-food, and maybe he'd meet some other big names he loved."I guess it's time to buy Lewis some gin or something.." He added, considering if he could bribe the leader of this company to get a seat on the travel bus. Hopefully it won't be as hard as it looked."Haha, I wouldn't worry about it if I was you. Lewis was kind enough to invite me to the one last year, and I had only been a member for a few months. I'm sure if you bring it up, he'll be happy to at least consider it." Sarah said, trying to assuage Alan's fears.Though she was preoccupied with work, Sophie nodded along all the same. "Yeah, like Sarah says, add in a word here and there and Lewis should pick up on the signals."Alan smiled at Sarah as a small flicker of hope was lit inside him. He'd always been polite, not the kind to jump at opportunities and take what he wants. He was a bit too shy at times when it came to him being selfish. Maybe he should be more assertive on that. It could work on all things on life."Heh, I guess it couldn't hurt to do it. I'll try to talk to him about it." He'd just have to be diplomatic and find a casual, calm moment. He wouldn't want to rush him to beg for his consideration, he'd look desperate."Twitchcon sounds fun. Where is it this year?' Alan asked, wondering if they knew, but if someoe in the office did, it was probably these two."Well, there's two events, one in Europe and one in North America. The one in Europe is in Paris, and the North American one is in Vegas. I'm hoping to go to both." Sarah said, crossing her fingers in anticipation."Oh, cool! I'd love to go to either one, really. I've never been to Paris, but my brother HAS gone to Vegas."* Alan explained. "I hear it's like a city-sized theme park." The bespectacled intern said as he scratched his nose absentmindedly. He remembered the pictures from the trip."It really is!" squealed Sarah. The memory of her last trip was fully imbedded in her mind - the lights, the casinos, the nightclubs. The experience was one she wouldn't soon forget, and she was excited to her experience it all over again. "You have to come with us.""Who else usually goes? To both of them, I mean." Alan asked.Scratching her head, Sarah thought for a moment. "Erm...me, Sophie, Ravs, Harry, Duncan, Lydia, and Lollip."Alan then had a moment where he'd feel a gentle touch of shyness on his face as the mention of Lollip reminded him of a particularly teasing video of hers he saw a week ago. He'd do his best not to show it."Pretty much all of us that are going today, plus Duncan and Lydia." He observed, nodding. Seemed like a fun crew, with not too much dad energy. He smiled. "Now I'm getting excited! And I just arrived to this country!" Alan faked anger, growling at Sarah before letting his smile show. Traveling with Sarah sounded so fun, hotels, shopping, trying local food...he didn't mind any of that at all. While Alan's mind raced with images of the gang at these exotic locations, the clock on the office's wall began to whirl away.
13:00PM

Edit this. Cut this. Splice this. Zylus' POV, then Zoey's.

14:00PM

Sarah and Sophie laugh over Tiktoks, feign interest even though you're oblivious to the joke. More editing. More cutting.

15:00PM

Ravs walks over, makes a couple of cum jokes. Ben and Tom playfully argue over Warhammer. Imagine Sarah in a bikini. Finish editing the video.

16:00PM

Send email to Matt. Realise it's the wrong Matt. Sheepishly delete previous email, and send another one. Harry scolds Sophie. Sophie scolds Sarah. Drink coffee.
 At the 17th hour, Alan's cup of coffee was all but empty. The TTT video perspectives were neatly cut and organized for the video to make sense. He'd sent his work to Matt (Toffolo) and it seems everything was right in the world. Alan stretched out his back and let out a yawn.With the video done, all he had to do was check his to-do list of the day and..."Oh, I'm done." Alan blinked, checking his phone, completely ignoring the clock on his computer screen. He allowed himself to relax a little. "That was a lengthy edit. I was at it all day." He commented, though in truth he'd just done more work than he'd been used to. It seems Matt was trusting him with more and more work. "Welp. I guess I got 3 hours to go home and get ready. Maybe take a nap, if I can." Alan said, half-jokingly. Adjusting his glasses, Alan stood up from the chair and prepared to leave."Don't actually sleep." Sophie ordered him, to which Alan smiled and urged to calm her down. "I'll be there at 8:00, promise." Alan reassured her while he turned to Sarah. "See you later." He told her and received a "See ya!" back from Sarah.Alan walked home alone, as he normally did. However his pulse was a little more accelerated than normal. With work done, his anxiety was running out of excuses to keep him from thinking of the incoming outing. He felt a bit nervous. But he wouldn't let that stop him. Sarah left not long after Alan. She finished composing the portfolio, sent a few emails, uploaded a Youtube short for the main channel, and that was it. By the time she had switched everything off and packed up, it was 17:30. Walking in the direction of Southville, Sophie and Sarah discussed Tiktok videos and Boygenius. When they finally reached Faol Gaol Bridge, they departed as they always did."Ok, don't be late this time, missy." Sophie warned, her hands on her hips, her finger pointing at the young American."Haha, I won't. 8 O'clock, on the dot." Holding up three fingers, she said. "Scout's honor, haha.""Ok, see you later babe." Sophie blew Sarah a kiss and walked home.By the time Sarah made it back to her apartment, it was 17:50. Only two hours leftIn a frantic rush, Sarah threw her bag on the sofa, ran into the kitchen, and made herself a light meal for dinner. We'll probably eat out later, Sarah thought as she slowly chewed her ham and cheese sandwich. Once she had finished that, she hopped up the stairs and jumped in the shower.While the warm water caressed her skin, Sarah began to think about Alan. The intern had only been with the Yogscast for two weeks now and she had already become enamoured with him. Is this right? We're colleagues, we're not supposed to date. He might not even like me. As she scrubbed her hair, she imagined it was Alan's hands combing through it. As she scrubbed her thighs, she imagined it was Alan's palms that were rubbing against her skin.Switching the shower off, Sarah delicately patted herself down with a towel and made her way to her bedroom. There, on the bedroom drawer, was her dress for the night. I hope this is good enough she thought as she eased into it. It felt light, but firm around her waist. The dress was a deep violet, with light strokes of pink painted sporadically over it. Held together by a strap around the neck, her pale shoulders and upper torso were exposed to the evening air.Observing herself in the mirror, turning and spinning around, a smile crept up on Sarah's face. I look good she thought to herself. Seeing her body bathed in the pale moonlight made her feel confident for the night ahead. What's the time? She checked her phone. 19:35 Shit, I better get going. I don't want to piss Sophie off on a night like this.Grabbing her bag, which was filled with all of the necessary items on a night like this - lipstick, perfumes, a mirror, some tissues - she swung out of the house and into the cool, crisp evening air. Aside from some leering men, who whistled at her as she walked past, the walk to the nightclub was pretty uneventful, Sarah reached the nightclub by 19:57, the old dilapidated mill towering over her."Told you I wouldn't be late," Sarah said smugly.Sophie gave a light clap. "Well done, you can follow simple instructions." Tonight, the Welsh vixen wore a simple but elegant outfit - dark blue jeans and a black crop top that covered her arms but exposed her midriff and cleavage. A topaz necklace hung from her neck, a family heirloom that had been passed down through the generations.Ravs and Harry were standing off to the side, wearing clean, new black suits, exchanging photos - of what, Sarah couldn't decipher."Where's Lydia?" piped the petite American.Sophie nodded towards the club. "She's already inside. Said she couldn't stand out in the cold for much longer." Looking off into the distance, she whispered, "What do you want to bet that Alan's not coming? I bet he's scared he's going to embarrass himself or something. I don't trust Harry's fashion sense, so I wouldn't be surprised if he brought him a speedo." (edited) Alan left the shower at 18:24, and made sure to get into his new outfit. The navy blue pants went around his waist perfectly, which he complimented with a belt. On top he put on a button up shirt that "made him look like a pleb" just before finishing the touch with a navy blue blazer on top. Alan was not used to this more elegant look, he looked like a fancy Euroteen. Maybe that was the point.His hair needed no work done. After the shower it puffed perfectly into place. It was a wild beast that could not be tamed and he stopped bothering since high school.Sending Harry and Sarah a text with "brt" on it to let them know he was coming. The walk towards the club was filled with anxiety, and what if's coming to his head. His plan was just to have fun, be partof the group and maybe not to anything too crazy. It's been so long since he'd gone out with friends, and he left some good friendships in America.The sound of music in the distance told Alan he was getting close, and as he turned on the corner he could already see Ravs and Harry looking sharp. Their faces illuminated by the phone screens. As soon as Alan raised his arm to get their attention, Harry was the first to say."Yo, Alan!" He raised his arm too with a peace sign, which prompted Ravs to chuckle. "Alan, m'dude---Oh shit. He doesn't look too bad." The scot said with what seemed legit surprise."Fuckin' told you. Dripping out of the ears." Harry nudged Ravs, which got them both to share a laugh. When Alan emerged into view, Sarah scarcely recognised him. The intern had undergone such a dramatic transformation that it was only his glasses and awkward smile that gave his identity away.He looks...really fucking hot. Sarah felt her heart rate quicken at the sight of him. Sophie was also clearly stunned. For the first time in her life, she was at a loss for words.Though the evening air was cool and light, Sarah felt heat creep up her legs, and her throat tighten, as he casually sauntered down the street towards them.Alan would lay eyes on the girls, and feel that familiar tinge of nervous energy, but this time it was different.Directed.His eyes went for Sarah, the short, pale american girl. The cute dress that seemed to reveal her body in ways her usual outfits never did, while giving Alan plenty of opportunities to see her legs. He felt hot under the collar. She was pretty, as always but also sexy. Alan then knew he wanted to see more of this Sarah in the future. "H-hey!" The nervous guy they met on the first day had appeared, he smiled awkwardly. He didn't know if he should compliment the girls or not, but he decided to maybe not look like a creep. Yet, his eyes met Sarahs with only his glasses in the way. They were constantly meeting her, with a few side glances at Sophie."S-so we're missing Lydia, then?" Alan asked, a bit nervous. A part of him not wanting to address how good everyone looked. Maybe he'd find an opportunity to say it inside."She's inside, waiting for us." Sophie scanned Alan again. "You...you look good dude. Maybe I was wrong about Harry's fashion sense after all." She gave Alan a smile, but for the first time, there wasn't any subterfuge hidden behind it - she was being sincere. While Sarah tried to hide how Alan's appearance had affected her, her voice came out trembling all the same. "Y-yeah, you look g-reat, Alan! I love the shirt."Harry came over with Ravs, clearly fed up with waiting. "Should we go in then? Or are you blebs just going to stand around out here all day, freezing your asses off?""Haha, no - let's go in!" Alan said, his eyes still fixated on Sarah's legs, which were pale and dainty. Like a shepherd with a flock of lost sheep, Harry led the entourage into the nightclub, the music growing louder and louder. Aside from the colourful LSD ring lights that were strapped to everyone’s wrists and necks, the room was completely black, a vast abyss waiting to swallow them up. The more passionately the attendees moved, the brighter the room became, permeating with a kaleidoscope of colours, whizzing around like frantic bees. The faint odor of sweat, booze and a mix of perfume and cologne lingered in the area. Lydia was standing to the side, drinking from her disposable red cup, taking the scene in."Big Lyds!" bellowed Ravs, embracing her in a giant hug. Though the Amazonian woman jumped at the surprise introduction, she soon returned the favour, patting the Scotsmen firmly on the back. "Hey! You guys took forever out there! I thought you weren't coming!" Lydia hugged Sarah and Sophie, giving each of them a compliment and a gentle kiss. "Oh, hey - er, Alan? Right?" Due to her recent bout of illness, Lydia hadn't been at the office much and when she was there, Alan was usually cowering in the corner, too afraid to meet her eyesight. Lydia was gorgeous, as always. Still not used to seeing the streamer, or interact with her he felt a bit clumsy. He waved at her, being the only one not being greeted with either hug or kiss, though he thought it appropriate. "Yup! You're the girl from Squid Game on Netflix, right?" Alan joked, already getting in the mood. He won a chuckle from Ravs, at least."Already drinking, Lydia?" Ravs said with a shit eating grin, getting an exhasperated reaction from the tallest in the group."Oh, fuck off! It's friday night." Her response betrayed the fact she was already getting a bit tipsy, she was definitely in a party mood."Well, I gotta get my booze on." Harry added to that, already making his way to the bar on the far side of the club, getting well in the crowd of people. Alan felt a bit unsure of what to do, but as the group largely seemed to start moving in direction of the bar, it was easy to follow the crowd. Passing by a group of 18-something guys, a chav with crazy eyes and a goth group, Alan reached the bar, settling snugly between Lydia and Sarah, with Sophie nearby.The bartender, a short, plump man with greying hair, approached the trio. In a wispy voice, he asked for their orders. "Another mojito for me, please." Lydia responded."I might have the same..." Sarah muttered under her breath. "Could I have a mojito as well, please?""Two mojitos." The bartender scribbled on his notepad. "And what about you, young man?"Slightly taken aback by the comment on his age, Alan ordered rum with coke."Two mojitos and rum with coke, coming right up." Lightly slapping the counter, the bartender whirled around and began making their drinks, leaving the others to wait in silence.The guest band’s thrashing sound was billed as 'one-of-a-kind' and it didn’t disappoint. It's just a shame the closest thing Sarah could compare it too was the night she heard a high velocity car crash on the street in front of her house…Alan watched as his cup was filled with regular coke and a splash of Capt. Morgan rum. He'd grown fond of the drink thanks to his family and it was a good way to start something. He took the drink and he could swear the older man winked at him. With an unsure smile he turned from the bar towards the group. Ravs was already raising his cup. "Cheers to our new club boy Alan." He grinned like an idiot before adding. "For popping his party cherry in Bristol." he added before taking a swig. Harry was already shouting a hearty "Cheers, mate!" Alan had to take a moment to laugh before joining in with a "Cheers!" and taking a good swig of his sweet beverage."Fuuck, finally." Lydia said after she sipped from her mojito. "We need to do this more often." The tall girl commented, clearly loosening up."Yes! These nights are too memorable not to do at least once a month." Sophie moaned. The combined smells of alcohol and perfume permeated through the air. Alan took a swig of his glass to soothe his parched throat. He could Sarah's eyes lingering on his torso, but when he turned around, she was staring straight ahead."So, Alan." It was Lydia. "Enjoying your time in Bristol so far?" She gave him a radiating smile, one so enchanting that he lost the ability to speak for a few seconds.Getting Lydia to look in his direction and smile was something akin to being shone upon by the rays of the sun, or a truck's headlights if he were a deer. Alan lost himself there for a moment, then he remembered he was asked a question. "Oh, uhm.." he stumbled, smiling awkwardly. "Uh, y-yeah, actually!" the hamster on it's wheel that represented his brain had finally begun to run. "It's nice to live in a place where I can literally walk anywhere. I like just wandering while I walk back home and seeing like, shops for stuff I didn't know that existed before.' And, risking himself for being corny, he added. "And hanging out with you guys too. Like, I've been a fan for a while too, so uh, yeah. It's nice to be part of the cool kids club." He said it with just a hint of irony. Though the young man's smile was genuine."Oh, that's great to hear!" Lydia said, taking another sip of her mojito. "I think we've all had that experience, of being like awestruck that this is our job. Sorry I've haven't been able to talk to you properly. I've just been really ill, and sometimes you don't have to go into the office for anything, so you just fuck around at home." The giantess took another swig.Through the dim of the nightclub's neon lights, Alan watched as Lydia's drink ran down her throat. True to her size, the Amazonian could take large shots.When 'Mr Brightside' - a British nightclub tradition - started playing over the speakers, Ravs response was only one of euphoria. "Oh shit, this one's a banger! C'mon Harry, we gotta groove to this one." Alan, amused, watched as the two made their way onto the dance floor, erupting into a confused, but passionate, dance routine.Alan tried not to stare too much at Lydia. He'd grown used to Ravs and Harry this past week, but he might as well be clubbing with Taylor Swift with Lydia being here. He hadn't quite gotten over her "celebrity" status per se.As the iconic song blared all over the club, Alan noticed a reaction from not just Ravs and Harry but the rest of the crowd in the club. He watched as the two guys left for the dance floor.He wasn't drunk enough to show his bad dancing to everyone, so he decided to watch them dance. "Oh, okay they're gone now.' Alan said in slight surprise at how they both had gone at the turn of a dime. Turning over to the girls he glanced at Sophie first."By the way, thanks for inviting me Soph." He spoke to her with a smile. "I'm not much of a club goer, but this is fun."His tongue was loosening up a bit. 'Also, you girls look amazing. Sorry, I was thinking of it but I don't want to sound like the average Yogscast fan." He made a joke at his own expense, the drink was starting to loosen his usually steady tongue."I love your dress, Sarah. Purple's like, my favorite color." Alan said with a bright smile directed at her. He'd been thinking of that for a while. "It's nice seeing everyone outside of like, work stuff, y'know?"Hearing Alan compliment her sent a shock of energy and warmth coursing through Sarah's rigid body."Oh...thank you so much! Purples my favourite colour as well. You look...really great too. I love the jacket, it really compliments your eyes." Her voice was unsteady and shaking. She tried to play it off with a gentle laugh, but the way it came out made her physically cringe. She took another swig of her drink. Sophie filled the silence. "Thanks mate. We really appreciate it, you look great as well. Wish we could wear this sort of stuff to the office, haha. Then again, I doubt any work would get done."  She left the insinuation of that statement in the air, like a cloud forming over them.It was official, Alan needed to repay Harry somehow.Sarah's comments really did make him feel better than any drink could. He didn't catch himself smiling like an idiot, taking a big swig of his drink until it was done. Sophie's next comment made him give out an awkward laugh. "I-I can't really disagree with that." Was he flirting? Maybe. With whom? No idea. He'd simply admit he'd have issues at work if the ladies came dressed up to the nines to the office. "Aww, poor Alan." Lydia spoke up. "Don't tease him too much or he'll break. You're bluescreening him Soph." Big Lyds wasn't too off the mark, making Alan feel a big shy, cheeks red at his own thoughts."I-I need another drink." Alan said, turning back to the bar to order himself something. He approached the bar again, getting a look from the bartender. "Hey, glasses. You want another?" He asked him. Alan nodded before speaking up. "Yeah, uh, a shot of tequila, please." He ordered, quickly the man served him a small glass of Mexico's greatest export. With the bespectacled man preoccupied at the bar, Sophie seized on the opportunity to confide in her friend and close confidant."He's definitely flirting with us - if you can call it that." Sophie said, half-amused, half-aroused. Sarah's eyes lit up. "Really? How can you tell? Sorry, it's just...hard for me to pick up on these signals.""C'mon Sarah, don't be obtuse! He's hot around the colour, keeps staring at our legs, and stammers when he speaks. It's either that or he's slowly having a stroke."The two friends observed the new intern at the counter. While they wouldn't admit it, since his arrival in Bristol, they had found themselves becoming enamoured by his casual look, friendly demeanor and his own timidness. Sophie caught the tequila mention almost instantly. "Alan! Are you planning to go nude that quickly?" She laughed. Sarah joined in.Alan turned to Sophie, with a smirk. With a single movement, he downed the cup of tequila. It burned down his throat and hit him like a molten lead, but the buzz was just so good. Just like that, his shyness was eroding away again. With a shake of his head, he turned."If you want a show, go to Vegas, Soph." He spoke with unexpected confidence and a wink before letting the facade break for him to laugh. Lydia chimed in with an "Damn, Alan" she laughed, clearly amused at what she was witnessing from the shy new guy. "Now I kinda want a shot too. Fuck me up, good sir." she said, looking over at the bartender and ordering a shot for herself. The music was growing energetic as more and more people were gathering to dance. After downing the tequila, Lydia seemed to get energetic. "Oh shit! Which way to the dance floor?" The giant lady asked as she excused herself from the group to join Harry and Ravs on the dance floor.As Lydia left, Alan's eyes followed her, watching her join up and begin dancing. He was feeling the vibe, but he wasn't just there yet."It's crazy chatting with her like this. Lewis too, really, everyone at the office." Alan commented with a smile. "Little Yogs fan Alan still in here, somewhere." He tapped his chest with a chuckle."Maybe a few more nights like this and I'll get used to it." The bespectacled intern added with a smirk.Sarah finally found her voice. "Haha, I still pinch myself whenever I speak to Lydia. I can't believe I'm speaking to someone I watched religiously in my apartment at college." Sensing a connection to bond with Sarah over, Alan responded energetically. "Oh my god, no way! I did the exact same thing, haha. When I had a break from college or work, I'd boot up my laptop and watch a couple of TTT videos. They really got me through some tough times." He thought pensively, remembering his school years. Alan hadn't been bullied, but had spent most of academia a social outcast, drifting from one group to the next. Here, at the Yogscast, he finally felt he belonged to a group, that he had an identity.Talking to Alan, Sarah felt her anxiety eroding away. Her tongue loosened and she jumped into a long tirade about her own time back in America. "Haha, same! None of my friends watched them though. I was probably the only student at the college to watch them." "Out of curiosity, what uni did you attend? I went to Portland University! Oregon represent!" "New York University. I grew up in Massachusetts, but moved to the Big Apple with my friends. Broadway beckoned me, haha."Just like that, the two were talking of non-work-related subjects. It's like something had clicked."Oh shit. Don't tell me you were a theater kid."She was quirky, yet had a charisma to her. It was starting to make sense. "Heh, I'm very camera shy myself. I don't know how anyone does it. I guess it's inevitable working there, huh?""Oh -" Sarah spread her hands, a wide expression forming on her face "I am a massive theater kid! I've literally been to every major Broadway show, like twice." She laughed, with Alan quickly joining in. "I don't like being on the camera either. I enjoy doing the members show, but that's not as daunting. It feels...cosy. Because it's a small community where everyone knows you anyway. At college, I did more of the technical aspect -  you know, raising funds, organising the set, helping the actors find refreshments, that sort of thing.""Right. What would you say is your favourite play? I wasn't fortunate enough to attend any. It was too expensive. Besides, it was on the other side of the country."At the chance to show off her theatre knowledge, Sarah perked up. "Who's a bastard, an orphan, son of a whore..." When Alan continued to look nonplussed, Sarah answered her question, singing the refrain of the titular song. "Alexander Hamilton!" Each syllable pronounced was etched in warmth radiance. Alan could only laugh, feeling more comfortable around Sarah than he had ever been before. She's such a dork! I can't believe I was intimidated by her!"Haha, you really are the walking stereotype of a theater kid. And, I mean that in a positive way!" He added quickly, fearing it would be perceived as an insult. "Haha, yeah. I get that alot." Sophie watched the conversation play out by the side, her eyes flicking between Alan and Sarah, a cool whiskey grasped in her hand.The club was now playing a different tune, one more futuristic and inundated with sythenisers. Harry, Ravs and Lydia still moved passionately to the beat, lost in their own worlds. From the comfort of the bar, Alan watched them for a time before continuing his conversation with Sarah. "Sorry if this is too invasive, but did you have a boyfriend at university? I only ask because...well, theatre kids don't have a great reputation when it comes to relationships, haha." The alcohol was already reaching his head, making him bolder, making him ask questions he never would've dared to ask before."Oh..." Sarah looked taken aback, though not offended. "Yeah...I did for a while, haha. It lasted a couple of months. It wasn't too serious or anything...he was just another theatre kid, haha." "Why did you guys break up?" Alan knew he was pushing his luck, but the alcohol and the seclusion of the bar was easing him into a sense of calmness, as if he could do no wrong."We just went our different ways, really. It wasn't explosive. It just... dissipated... unceremoniously.""Oh, I can get that." Alan said, his face slightly red from the drinking. This prompted Sarah to speak up. "Well, I opened up. What about you?" With a short giggle at how the roles were reversed, Alan nodded. "Well, I MAY or may not have had a girlfriend who I uh, broke up with, when I, uh, had the opportunity to actually come to the UK and do something out of myself." His chuckle was awkward. "Really?!" Sarah seemed surprised. Even Sophie's attention was grabbed. Alan nodded to confirm. "She wanted one thing and I wanted another. I told her I wanted to move here if I had the opportunity and, maybe for the best, I didn't want to go long distance." His face revealed a sudden honesty to it."My brother tried it once. Really went up in flames. The Beatles had a good idea but you do need more than love." Alan spoke before adding a "Doo, doo, doo be doo." In the tone of the famous classic song. Which prompted Sarah to giggle.Sophie, perched on her stool at the bar, had watched the proceedings with lacklustre interest, but the mention of Alan having a girlfriend prior to moving to Bristol did grab her attention. Damn, didn't realise he had it in him. "What was her name? Your girlfriend, the one you broke up with."Turning to look at Sophie, Alan wondered if he was being tested for lying. He didn't look the type to have a girl, probably. He looked at her and said: "Jessica Hansen." He said, noticing he haven't spoken the name out loud in a while. "Ex-girlfriend now, I guess." He shrugged."Was she pretty? Did she live in Oregon as well?" It was Sophie's time to be invasive. As a dedicated fan, Alan pretty much knew everything about the girls and the Yogscast. Now it was time for them to dig beneath them surface, to uncover the secrets he had hidden.Alan relented at that, he guessed Sophie was curious about him so he'd allow her to pry. "Well, I wouldn't date someone I didn't personally consider pretty." He said so in a very matter-of-fact way, though he did backtrack a bit after noticing how that might sound. "She wasn't no supermodel. She was tall...ish. Nowhere as tall as Lydia. She wasn't a nerd like me in college. Met her in one of those college social events." He spoke, remembering the good and the bad things about Jessica. He didn't try to vilify her, so he focused on the good."She sounds nice. I'm sure you'll find someone else soon." Sophie said with a smile. Maybe that will be me...or maybe not. Sophie liked Alan. She liked his build, his humour, his cadence, his blunt language, but she couldn't see herself with him, not yet anyway. It's too soon. she thought to herself. I barely know him. And besides, I'm still recovering from my split with James. I still need time to heal. Maybe if he's still single in a few weeks, I can try my luck.The nightclub's music was growing louder. A few drunkards tumbled into each other, retching on the floor and causing nearby spectators to flinch out of the way. Harry and Ravs were nowhere to be seen. Sophie assumed they had gone to the other side of the nightclub, round the back, where it was slightly calmer than here in the eye of the storm."I wish her the best, but yeah...I wasn't ready to get married and have kids." He chuckled at how ridiculous the whole thing was. Alan still felt like his life was barely started. Maybe his standards were different.There was something about Sophie by how she looked at him. Alan wasn't sure what, but he felt he was being sized up. He decided the alcohol may be impairing his senses. "If you don't mind me asking, Soph." he started. "How you holding up from your breakup? Do you see yourself meeting a guy here and test the waters?" His question was honest and curious. He wanted to know if she was doing okay on her own end.He's direct, I'll give him that "Er...well...I don't know to be honest. I mainly wanted to get out and vibe, you know? Enjoy some time with my friends and forget about boys for a while.""Guys suck." Alan spoke plainly, quickly trying not to pressure her at all.  "And I mean, you're in a nightclub, not a Dating show, I think you've picked the right place, then." His finger ran up to his face to adjust his glasses, smiling to reassure the raven-haired welsh girl."Haha, thanks." She reciprocated his smile. "You know, you have a way with words, Alan. I'll give you that. First with James and now this."He giggled a bit, shrugging while glancing at Sarah. He turned his eyes to Sophie to answer her."Eh, it's the tequila more than anything. Office Alan is still..." he gestured to his face. "This, you know?" He smiled. He wasn't entirely wrong, but he wasn't entirely right. He'd been told he's cripplingly polite at times, and surprisingly smooth when it came to it. Perhaps he didn't give any charming vibes.The music was still loud as ever, and a forest of neon hands and necklaces moved at the beat of the music. Alan was enjoying the chat, just getting to drink a little and let himself loose from work environment constraints made him feel better."Nah, I think you're getting more confident at the office." Sarah interjected. "Like, you stand up straighter and stuff, it's like Clark Kent and Superman." Her tone was playful but not endearing, and Alan shrugged at that."Yeah, I'm not superman. I'm pretty much blind if I take these off." He tapped the black frame of his glasses.The music was so loud in the club now that the trio had to resort to shouting at each other to prevent their voices from being drowned out by the techno music. Every once in a while, Ravs and Harry reappeared amongst the throng of the crowd, dancing wildly, clearly addled on their drinks. Lydia, meanwhile, could be seen in the foreground, performing what Alan could only describe as muscle spasms. Alan and Sarah kept drinking and laughing and talking. "Why is the belt below his ass?!" They screamed in unison. "Haha...scoop it up... scoop it up with your fucking hands, shove it up your ass and we'll go to space." The duo were binding over their shared heritage - growing up on Yogscast content. Sophie, however was remote and insular, her mind consumed by other pressing thoughts.Drunkenly, Sarah reached over and caressed the side of Alan's face. "What do you look like without those?" She was pointing to Alan's glasses. "Do you actually look like Superman?"Alan felt a tug at his stomach and chest when her hand went to his face. He'd not shy away, but smile a bit up until she spoke up. He laughed. "Oh my god. You remember when I asked you about Henry Caville?" he cleared his throat. "Harry said I looked like a twink Henry Caville with the glasses." He couldn't stifle a laugh at the memory before he tried to calm down."Here, you tell me." Alan invited Sarah to judge him as he took them off. He was used to people talking to him about his glasses, taking them off, trying them on, all of that.His face did change somewhat, his puppy round eyes getting a bit smaller, and his face looking rounder for some reason. It was a strange optical illusion having square-rimmed glasses decorating his face.The change was instantaneous. Without glasses, Alan looked older, wiser, and more mature. The pool of emeralds that was his eyes looked even more prominent, accentuated by the neon lights. "Wow..." Sarah was breathless. Whether it was the alcohol, the music, or the sight in front of her, she was at a loss for words. "You look like...a twink version of Henry Cavill." Sarah giggled. Alan truly did look like two people. "I hope you don't want me to keep them off indefinitely" He said sheepishly. "I still need to see and all that." "No, of course - you look good with them on. You look great." She felt her face go a deep red.It was the sound of a Taylor Swift song that rescued Sarah from the awkward silence. "Oh my god! I love this one!" Squealing, she jumped off her barstool and began dancing.Finally, a song he recognized. Alan could hear the blessed vocal chords of the golden-haired pop muse sanctify his ears. He was getting in the mood to dance, too. He watched as Sarah left for the dance floor. A part of him urged him to follow, but there was something bothering. He felt observed. Sophie was looking at Alan too like he was some criminal she'd seen on some video footage. Even without his glasses, he could see her staring. "...you wanna take a picture or something?" He joked, but the welsh vixen had seen it as an invitation."Fuck, why not?" She raised her phone towards his face, and said "Say twink!"* She said before she put herself on the frame too, turning it into a selfie. The pic was taken with old-no-glasses Alan and Sophie. She showed him the picture, which required him to put his glasses on to admire. He smiled, he'd made a dumb memory. "Send that to me." He told Sophie, who nodded, fiddling with her phone."Yeah, yeah, let me...oh shit." Her swear made Alan raise his head towards Sophie, whose gaze he followed to the dance floor. Lydia seemed having trouble trying to escape the crowd, trying to make it to where they were.Alan and Sophie went to get Lydia out and helped her walk to the bar where she sat down on a stool."Ugh, thank you guys." She said with a bit of a weak tone in her voice."Did someone punch you in there or something?" Sophie asked, quite bluntly. A small shiver went down Alan's back at that question. Thankfully Lydia shook her head. "Nah, just my head feels fucked. I think I'm turning into an old hag that can't dance now." Lydia said as she massaged her forehead."Shit, you want me to get you some water or something?" Alan, always at the service was already looking for the tender who was attending some girls on the bar.Once again, Lydia shook her head."I'm fine, but I think I need to lay down. Maybe call a cab." The usually cheerful woman seemed not dejected, but somberly accepting her fate.Sophe gave Alan a look before she shook her head. "Don't bother. I'll walk you home. You live a couple blocks away, right? Better me than some old fuck in a cab." Sophie said so with surprisingly maturity. Alan would not step in this conversation."You sure, babe? I'm sorry, I really am." Lydia's smile was bittersweet but grateful. This seemed like the best idea for them. Alan nodded. "It was nice hanging out with you, Lyds. Get home safe." Alan didn't want her to feel like she was ruining the night. He'd been there. He nodded at Sophie in an understanding way."You too, Soph." He told the welsh girl as he accompanied both girls to the entrance. Soon enough, they were gone.Alan turned back and headed back to where he was. Now he was alone, well, with Harry and Ravs lost somewhere in the club, and Sarah dancing on her own. He could barely catch her dancing on the floor. He thought of letting her know of what happened, but maybe, just maybe he'd let her enjoy herself a moment. And maybe so should he. He ordered a second tequila, downed it and went for it. At some point in the night, maybe around ten or eleven, when half of the participants had left, Alan found himself near Sarah. The music was still blaring and the ring-lights were flashing as vividly as they had done at the beginning of the dance. Lydia and Sophie had gone home early, but she was still dancing, carefree, sweat glistening on her forehead, hair flowing freely. She felt at ease, in her natural element. Then, when the tempo of the song picked up, she snapped out of her trance and looked directly into Alan's emerald eyes, piercing them with a stare so passionate it made his heart stop. While her attention was now on him, her arms still flailed around, almost like a seductive dance, entrancing him, biding him to step closer.Alan drew a quick, sharp intake of fresh air before plunging forward. They were now in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by a motley of dancers who blended into the background as if they were hallucinogenic visions. No words were spoken between them, only looks – of longing and lust. So nervous was he that his throat had clamped shut, a stiff and rigid torment.  The music was getting louder, the lights brighter, the world darker, but Sarah remained a constant image until she was all he could see. Cast against a black abyss, the young vixen increased the pace of her movements until it resembled more of an ecliptic fit than a choreographed dance.Alan was not much of a dancer, he simply let the music take him where it wished, he swayed his body left and right, he let his shoulders go back and forth, his hands were all over the place, and his feet were doing their own thing. However his eyes were locked onto Sarah as they both danced, increasingly closer and closer to each other. She looked radiant, a purple star in her dress as she moved herself with passion. Alan could not take his eyes off her, slowing only to adjust his glasses and continue. This was fun, and more. He smiled, he laughed with her. There was this friendship they shared, this fun connection they had, but there was also maybe more. When the two were surrounded by people like this, ironically, was when they were the most alone together than ever. Maybe it was that, or it was the drink that had him think that way. He did not care of anything but letting this moment continue, and linger for as long as it could. He dared not speak, and break the magic of the moment.Still dancing erratically, Sarah moved closer and closer to Alan, the gap narrowing with each beat of the rhythm. Taylor Swift's soothing voice was the only sound they could hear. "She wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts. She's team captain and I'm on the bleachers!" Sarah's voice wrestled Taylor's for the domination of sound. Despite her small demeanor, the young American cut through the blaring noise and made herself heard. Alan laughed as Sarah began singing the lyrics. He watched the show, amused. He kept dancing, letting her get closer, the lyrics getting to him. Bobbing his head to the beat, Alan let it all out when the chorus dropped."If you could see that I'm the one who understands you!" He sang out loud and proud, completely overtaken by the moment. The look of Sarah's face as she was joined in a random duet. "Been here all along! So, why can't you see?" He let it all out. Without thinking, he put his arm over Sarah's shoulder and pulled her into a half-hug as the two of them sang their soul out while they vibed to the powerful energy of their queen. They swayed left and right while they sang the chorus.Only then, his eyes made contact with Sarah as they were singing the eponymous verse "You belong with me-eee-ee.." Alan felt his face red, and his lips dry, yet he wasn't letting go of Sarah just yet. Exhausted and tired, Alan and Sarah sauntered back to their seats at the bar, arms still wrapped around each other. Scanning the nearby environment, Sarah asked. "Wait! Where's Lydia? And Sophie?""Oh...they went back home. Lydia wasn't feeling very well, so Sophie offered to walk her back.""Oh...that sucks." Despite the recent burst of energy, Sarah now looked dejected and forlorn.  "I haven't seen Ravs and Harry in a while now either." "They were at the other end of the club last time I checked." Alan looked in that direction but neither the long-haired sage or the drunken Scotsman could be seen. Feeling the hours creep up on him, Alan flicked his wrist to check the time. 23:09 "Shit! Eleven already?" Outside, the sky was already coal-black."I should probably start to head back. I only came her because of Sophie and now that's she's gone..." "Do you want me to walk you back?" The offer jumped out of Alan's mouth before he had enough time to process the request. "I don't feel comfortable letting you walk alone, especially at this hour. You're not far from me anyway. I could walk with you on my way back." Alan suggested. He hated the idea of Sarah walking through the streets of Bristol alone, exposed to the savages and vultures of the night.Surprised by the suggestion, Sarah thought it over for a grand total of null point five seconds. The hand still around her made her feel okay. Safe. Protected. She smiled, which is what she did when she felt nervous or anxious. "If you'd like." She said, lowering her tone.Something had changed in the middle of that Taylor Swift song, and she felt it. Maybe Alan did too.

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As they made their way out of the club, the techno beats fading to a distant murmur, Alan searched about for signs of Harry or Ravs, expecting they might have retreated to the quiet sanctuary outside, but they seemed to be having an adventure of their own elsewhere. He checked his phone for any messages, but there was nothing. He liked to imagine they were doing something cool or badass like snorting a line of coke and dancing with strippers, but in reality, they were probably just passed out drunk somewhere.With the loud music behind them, Sarah and Alan, still sweaty from dancing, were greeted by the cool summer breeze of night-time Bristol. The streets were mostly deserted and the only light was the ones provided by the lamp posts. Alan found that his walking was sloppy, a side-effect of the alcohol. His legs felt like jelly. Sarah was just as bad, leaning onto him for support. He decided to take it slow, each step a controlled march. To his fortune, the worst effects of the alcohol soon wore off and every step became easier than the last, especially with Sarah there under his arm to provide him with a confidence boost."That was really fun." He finally said to her while they walked down a secluded alleyway, breaking a protracted silence which had lasted since leaving the club. He stole a glance at Sarah for a moment before explaining himself. "Just talking shit with everyone, seeing them dance, uh...talking to you too. Simping for Taylor Swift back in there." His comment triggered a giggle from Sarah, who nodded in agreement. "Definitely the most fun I've had since I moved in here," Alan spoke honestly. He'd not done too many things yet, but he could imagine remembering this night. He felt like a changed man, finding his place in this group, no longer an outcast.Sarah concurred. "Yeah, I really enjoyed tonight as well. It was great getting to know you - the real you, I mean. Ever since you moved here, I've been wanting to see the real Alan and I think I got my first real glimpse. You've also got some pretty cool dance moves."As he walked Sarah back to her flat, Alan leaned in towards her, keeping a firm grasp on her arms, shielding her from the monsters that lurked in the dark. He was her bulwark against the night, a thought which made his chest puff up. Ten minutes later, Sarah's apartment slowly emerged into view - a small terraced house built in the 1970s, forged out of granite and red-brick, identical to almost every other building in the vicinity."Well...here we are," she announced meekly. The two reluctantly untangled from each other's embrace, more out of a respect for custom than a wanted desire. While Sarah fiddled around with the keys and opened the door, Alan checked his watch. It was 23:19. Aside from a few milky-white pin-pricks, the sky was a deep, vast black abyss. "Do you want to come in for a few minutes? I've got some tea and coffee. I'd feel really bad sending you away so quickly."The alcohol in his system had mostly left his head by now. Alan was feeling himself -  calmer, more rational. Which is what made him take a moment to make sure he really heard her correctly. Did she invite him in? Alan looked down the road. It sure was dark out. And maybe he'd regret it next morning, but he smiled softly at Sarah, grateful for the hospitality."Sure, why the fuck not. I need to rest my feet after all that dancing and walking." He didn't want to sound too excited, so decided to rationalise his actions in case it wasn't going in the direction he thought it was. She was being nice, after all. Yet...her previous words lingered in his mind. Yearning. He gulped, as Sarah fiddled with her keys to enter her flat. The door opened to a small, bachellor - or bachellorette's - pad, with a single-room kitchen and dining area, a living room and a door further in where Alan assumed was the restroom. It was then that Alan realized he hadn't been in a girl's place for a while now. He made sure to be respectful. While the walls were still bare, Sarah had taken it upon herself to liven the place up with potted plants, portraits of what was presumably her family, ornaments she'd collected from her time at the Yogscast and other assortments of trinkets. For a small flat, it was cosy."Come on in, uh, sorry about the mess." She apologized with a nervous smile, as she kicked aside from papers still lying on the floor.Alan was impressed. It looked significantly better than his apartment, which he had mostly neglected after the initial move-in, distracted by his social life at the office. "I like what you've done with the place." He commented as he entered her private abode. "It's cute and cosy." The door closed behind him, and suddenly they were well and truly alone. Time started to matter less and less for Alan.Sarah shrugged. "Thanks! It's not much, but it's home."Sarah reminded Alan of a lonely housewife when she turned the kitchen lights on and began doing some last-second cleaning, taking away a mug from the coffee table and a pair of socks and moving them elsewhere. He pretended not to notice, in truth, he liked Sarah more if she was messy."How long have you been living here? If you don't mind me asking." Alan made sure to be respectful when prying her for more information. He had gotten this far. He didn't want to jeopardize it so soon."Since moving here...so, nearly two years now.""I'm surprised you were able to snatch this place up after landing from America.""That's thanks to Lewis and Ben. They knew someone who worked in one of the estates agents through a mutual friend and were able to hold onto it until I got here. It's only a fifteen minute walk to the office from here."While Alan stood aimlessly in the kitchen foyer, Sarah diligently cleaned the countertop and grabbed two coffee mugs, filling them with milk and cocoa. The smell hit Alan like a truck and cleared away any last vestiges of alcohol in his mind. He could think and see clearly now. He accepted the mug graciously with his outstretched hands."Do you want to watch a movie? I'm not really that tired and I'm in the mood to watch one."Alan looked at Sarah, hot cocoa in his hands, and his face contorted into a smile. "Is it Episode 43 of Shadow of Israephel? Did you manage to sneak it out with you?" He joked, but he felt he could allow himself to be the goofy Yogscast fan around her.Sarah gave him a nudge while she walked past him into the living room. "Nope, Lewis keeps that in his vault, somewhere way under the offices." She said it non-chalantly it almost made Alan think it was real. "But I got Netflix - oh, and Disney plus too." Sarah said, collapsing on the olive-green velvet sofa."Alright, what are you feeling up to?" Alan took a seat on her couch, not too far away from Sarah, just enough for their arms to brush against one another while they drank their cocoa."I dunno. Nothing that makes me cry, please," Sarah pleaded. "Any Pixar movie is going to make me cry," she confessed.Alan respected that. "Fair enough. Nothing too emotional. What about a horror movie?" Alan offered. "Daf recommended me this one called 'It Follows'. It's like, about this ghost thing that is always going after you. But no one else can see it. And you have to pass it onto somebody else by touching them or something like that. It's kinda like Tag."Intrigued, Sarah smiled. "Admittedly, that does sounds fun. Let's see if I've actually got it first..." she began browsing on Netflix, searching through their clunky UI before finally stumbling upon it. "Ah, here we go. It looks interesting. Sure, why not?"Alan took a seat next to her on the couch, allowing a respectable gap in between them. But as the movie started and the ambience got darker, he noticed that gap became narrower as they huddled just a bit closer for safety. Squished on the sofa, they were so close together that Alan could feel the heat emanating from Sarah's shoulders. "I really hope this isn't too scary. Horror films can stress me out." Sarah confided in him."Me too." Alan laughed. "It's weird, you know deep down that it's fictional and can't harm you, but your mind keeps you paranoid all the same." He took a sip from his coffee, soothing his parched throat. Sarah did the same. (The film opens with a girl screaming, running out of her house but ignoring her neighbours, who look on distressed)."Ugh, I hate when they do that in films - like, call for help. Tell them!" Sarah grumbled. Alan only chuckled. The lights were dimmed, the coffee was warm and milky, and Sarah was almost leaning on him now. A part of him wanted to wrap his arms around her, pulling her closer into him, but he decided against it. I can't over-presume our relationship. Just enjoy the moment.(At a movie theater, Hugh, one of the characters in the movie points out a girl in a yellow dress. When his girlfriend says she cannot see the girl, Hugh is unnerved and asks that they leave)."Huh!" Sarah gasped, sitting a little bit more upright. She nudged Alan in the arm. "He must have the virus, right, if only he could see her?""Oh shit, I think you're right! That's fucking creepy."Sarah turned around to look at him and gave Alan a breathless smile. Alan stared back, the TV screen illuminating her face. The stare lasted only a few seconds, but it felt like hours. Alan felt his cock rise. Oh, no. Not now. Get down boy! Down! Sarah didn't seem to notice his inner struggles and turned her attention back on the stream, allowing him to relax a little. Then it happened - the scene.Alan wasn't expecting a full-frontal nude scene this early into the film.Gore? Yes.Blood-curdling screams? Yes.A couple going at it doggystyle in the backseat of their car, with heavy moans and thrusts, complete with male frontal nudity? Hell no. It didn't help that it was one of those sex scenes that springs up on you, the one the movie cuts to without any prior warning, so you can't get your bearings in check. And the more he wanted it to go away, the longer it seemed to go on for. Alan sort of froze up. So did Sarah. He felt like he was back at his parents, having to pretend he didn't exist while the uncomfortable scene played out, not wanting to draw attention to it. It was such a stupid thought. They were both adults and it was only a movie, but the action on-screen seemed to convey a deeper message, like it was testing their boundaries."Ugh...fuck...fuck me faster." The couple was really going at it, hammering away, the sounds of their car rocking echoing throughout Sarah's small living room.Alan felt his heart pounding. In a moment he would have considered too daring in any other context, he turned towards Sarah, where he noticed that his film companion was also lost in a trance, her eyes glowing from the screen's reflection, her cheeks a little redder. As if sensing his presence, she turned to him and their eyes locked. Not a word was spoken but full paragraphs were said with those eyes alone. As if guided by a spectral figure, they both leaned in closer and closer, narrowing the gap, until their lips latched together, like a magnetic pull that cut away all pretenses or, perhaps, the primal desire shown to them made it obvious there was nothing else to do. Alan wasn't sure if it was him that had leaned closer first or if it was her, but he'd wanted this just as much.Their kiss wasn't too long, a brisk peck, with Alan letting out a small sigh, his eyes examining Sarah who was not, for one moment, shying away from him. That look in her eyes, the way she bit her lip as she smiled. A wordless invitation. Alan moved in next, leaning onto the smaller girl to kiss her again, longer this time. He let that desire free as his kiss turned more needy. He put a hand over her cheek, locking lips with Sarah while the movie played in the background, already a secondary thought.Sarah was soft and warm on his lips, the gentle aftertaste of coffee a nice spice to their kiss. The couple shared no words between them as they shared a multitude of kisses, each one bolder than the last. Alan let his hand fall limp and rest on Sarah's side, his mouth exploring hers. He did not expect her to give his lower lip a small nibble, which she did not apologize for. With a smirk, Sarah wrapped her hands around his head and pulled him in for yet another kiss. They playfully tasted each other, their bodies warming up under their clothes. His breath was hot and mixed with hers. He climbed on top of her, Sarah's legs snaking around him to lock him in the embrace.Abandoning her mouth, Alan got bolder, pecking her cheeks and moving towards her neck. Something he'd always enjoyed was pleasing his partner, and he wanted to listen to her voice as he did just that. With his hand on the back of her neck, Alan used it to steady himself as he went down lower on her, caressing her smooth, pale skin, blessing her neck and collarbone with his lips. They did not exchange any words of affection, the motions were loud enough. Sarah, biting her lips, began grasping Alan's hair, her legs still wrapped around his waist. While he worshipped her neck, she combed her hands through his raven-black hair, stroking his scalp and pulling him in closer. The TV was still blaring loud, the screen illuminating them, the sex scene already over but it did not matter. Nothing mattered except the warmth of each other's bodies.Alan's odors were a mixture of coffee and cologne - sweet and sensual - something Sarah enjoyed wallowing in. He raised his head, maintaining eye contact with her for a moment before plunging back in again, feeling her warm lips against his. Between kisses, he managed to moan out, "Sarah...ugh...Sarah." His hands suddenly had their own autonomy, feeling and touching every inch of Sarah, stroking her shoulders, grabbing her lower back, and combing through her hair. "Alan..." She moaned softly in reply.It was when Sarah's legs properly wrapped around him that Alan was fully aware of their presence. He let out a hot breath, his hand resting on her ankle, near his waist, the he slowly trailed his hand up. His cock was pitching a tent in his pants, he felt his desire build up with every touch, with every movement. They wanted each other. Scanning Sarah's face for any sign of discomfort, he let his fingers feel up her leg, touching the milky white thigh under her dress. He began rubbing the thigh up and down, a bit of awkwardness coming in before he spoke up."I love how soft your legs are." He complimented her plainly, getting a reaction from the petite woman, who squeezed him with her legs as a response."That feels nice." She responded to his touch, enjoying the warmth spreading on her skin.Alan did not hesitate to cut the distance and kiss Sarah again, his hand on her thigh gripping it with need, with want. With desire. Alan's tongue left his mouth and probed into Sarah, deepening their kiss. A moan escaped Sarah, and soon enough Alan was feeling her legs while his body was now almost on top of hers on the sofa, a hand riding up her thigh, almost getting to her underwear.Sarah's entire body tensed up as she felt Alan's firm hand slide up her legs. He had already decorated her upper shoulders with a myriad of kisses. She was already beginning to feel wet."Alan....ugh..." She moaned silently. The room had become a blurry mess, the TV blindingly bright. As Alan climbed on top of her, Sarah felt herself sink into the sofa, being enveloped by the seat cushions. While Alan felt warm and soft, the sofa did not. Through mouthfuls of kisses, Sarah bleated out, "It's uncomfortable here. Do you want to take this to the bedroom?"Alan's eyes, green like summer grass, lit up at the suggestion. "Y-yeah" He whimpered. "That's a better idea. Lead the way." He whispered, his hands still resting on her thighs and legs.Still breathless, Sarah climbed out of the sinkhole and led Alan up the stairs, holding his hand and taking quick glances to make sure he was still following close behind. When they entered Sarah's bedroom, Alan slammed her door shut. This was it.Here they were.Sarah's room was just as small and cosy as the rest of her apartment. Her bed, covered in a light blue and white mosaic pattern, was positioned in the center of the room, with two bookshelves on its flanks. The only light in the room emanated from the small bedroom lamp she had on her bedside table. Aside from a few Boygenius posters, the walls were mostly bare.They resumed their making out session at her bedside. His hands began reaching down and undoing her clothes. Sarah's dress was a bit different from most dresses he'd seen, so he tried to be delicate when he undressed her, making sure not to catch his hands in one of those amazing spaces where it showed skin or rip the fabric. He slowed down, peeling off her blouse first."...you smell so fucking good." He said, like a wolf playing with its food. He then bent down and pulled down her skirt, revealing her full porcelain skin. She still was wearing her underwear and panties, a miss-matched white bra and a pair of black panties that covered her most sensitive areas. Alan gulped, watching her. When he first joined the Yogscast, he never expected to be standing in the room of one of his new co-workers, staring at her unblemished body."Fuck, Sarah...you look really hot. Like, I mean it," the bespectacled boy moaned, his lips going for Sarah's mouth one more time, as his hands began exploring her exposed, vulnerable skin, smooth like polished marble. Even if she wasn't the epitome of fitness, she was beautiful."T-touch me then, silly." Sarah whispered with a playful smirk, which turned into a gentle moan when his hands enveloped her. She had missed the raw desire of a man, wanting her. And she wanted him back. She went to pull down the fabric of his clothes, quickly pushing the blazer off of him and pulling his shirt over his head to reveal his body too. She wanted to see him, she wanted to feel his skin. She wanted to be taken. Rigid and firm against his grey boxer shorts, Alan's cock was transparent even now and Sarah's eyes were glued to it. With his t-shirt and trousers pilled on the floor, that was the last item of clothing left to be discarded. Kneeling down, Sarah pulled them away, causing his cock to nearly whack her in the face in the process. "Woah!" She exclaimed. "That nearly took my eye out!"Alan responded with a light chuckle. "Sorry about that, one of the few downsides of having a massive cock."She stood up while Alan felt his way across her milky-white skin to undo her bra, fumbling as he did it. "Sorry." He murmured under his breath. "Been a while since I did this." Eventually, he managed to break the fabric, causing Sarah's breasts to spill out in the pale moonlight. "Wow, Sarah...you look...fucking great." Slowly, his fingers circled around her left breast, grazing against her nipple and sending a shiver running down her spine.Alan looked at this marble goddess in front of him - only one last item to remove. Bending down, Alan kissed Sarah's black-satin panties, prolonging the wait. It was unbearable, both for him and Sarah, but he waited anyway, savoring the moment. Then, with delicate hands, he removed the last vestige of her clothing. What he saw made him almost salivate. Sarah was lightly trimmed, her light, chestnut-brown hair covering her pussy like moss on a stone. "Oh...fuck...Sarah, you're amazing!" He whispered in the dark.Alan once again allowed his passions to guide him as he kissed Sarah's mouth once more. His tongue liberally entering and exploring her mouth. He wanted to have as much contact with her as he could, his body getting close to hers, his cock brushing against her thigh, his hands on her back. His mouth once again began kissing and licking at the skin on her neck, the cool peal-white skin warming when his breath caressed her.Feeling her legs turn to jelly, Sarah let herself sit on the edge of the bed, inviting Alan to join her on the soft mattress, perfectly made and soon to be stained. Looking at her beautiful, captivating eyes, he said: "I think I'm in love with your tits." He said, letting his hand grasp one of her B-cups fully in his hand. They weren't large by any means, but Alan had no concern for that. Soon enough, his mouth was tasting Sarah's pink nipple, a tongue circling over her perky flesh while his hand fondled the other.Her legs rubbing against one another, the building desire was increasing within Sarah, and biting her lip, she began to feel Alan's skin. That torso she had dreamed about was here. She licked her lips, when a surge of pleasure came to her and she pulled her head backwards. Sarah could only grip the bedsheets as Alan's tongue slid over her skin, liberally exploring her body. "Ugh...fuck..." Sarah's moans were not as loud or passionate as other girls, they were small, soft whimpers. Alan reveled in it. He had always been a pleaser, deriving satisfaction from his partner's enjoyment. As his tongue made its way down her stomach, he felt Sarah's muscles convulse, her body shaking with euphoria. "Oh, Sarah..." Then, he reached her cunt, already soaking wet. He ran his tongue over it like a plow through a fertile field, draining up her juices."Fuck!" Her exclamation was slightly louder now, still infused with the warmth and energy of the girl he had fallen for. Her flamingo-pink nails dug into the bed as Alan's mouth entered her. "O-oh, fu-fuc-k!" She squealed.
Slurp. Slurp.
Sarah had not denied him, and Alan was ready to fully partake in this delight. Wrapping his hands over Sarah's legs, he pulled her warm sex towards him then licked up and down the length of it. The sweet whimpers of pleasure coming from Sarah confirmed he was doing a good job. So he pressed deeper, his tongue exploring her most intimate place, eyes looking up to witness something as beautiful as Sarah writhed on the bed. He wanted to make her feel good. Then, he pushed his tongue in, poking, piercing, opening her nether lips and entering her sex. Sarah's taste was sweet, the mix of her natural smell and sweat, much like when he first kissed her. He relished the taste."Oh fuck. Alan! Oh, fuck...oh fuck!" Suddenly Sarah's thighs around his head tightened on him. She was getting close.At the sound of her moans, Alan's mouth became filled with Sarah's juices, Her entrance wet, and pulsing from his ministrations. While she writhed and thrashed on the bed, lightly moaning from the pure ecstasy, Alan, like an obedient dog, continued to slurp her up. "Oh....Sarah..." He muttered in between mouthfuls. "Fuck, look at the mess you're making..." he said, lightly teasing her, looking up from between her legs, and wiping his mouth. He felt proud of getting cute, little Sarah to have this orgasm. "So that's what your orgasm face looks like.""Sh-shut up and..." She said, expectantly, yet a tinge of anxiety in her voice. Just then Alan noticed she was looking down at his member. Alan felt the same excitement and anxiety in Sarah. They both wanted this to go further. Without waiting any longer, Alan moved his body on top of Sarah, his hips brushing against hers. Her body was on fire, especially between her legs. The more his cock approached her, the more the heat coming from her was felt on the tip of his member, burning with an intense fury."A-are you sure?" Alan asked her, wanting to let her know she still had an out if she wasn't comfortable. Her silent, but quick nod was clear enough but she also spoke. "P-please do it. I've been kinda--sorta wanting to do this for like....a whiiiile." She said, a bubbly, stuttering mess. Moving his hips slowly, Alan's hard cock began to penetrate Sarah's slit, her wet folds inviting him access inside her. It was almost like a furnace was blasting his dick. The euphoric sensation of entering a woman, a sensation he had not felt in a very long time, overwhelmed him. His heartbeat began pumping faster and the world narrowed until it was just the two of them on the bed. "Oh, fuck!" he moaned softly as he increased the pace. Sarah joined his bursts of pleasure, her hand finding his arm and grabbing onto it. It was intimate. Alan looked down at Sarah's expression as his cock moved slowly inside her. Her body accommodating his girth inside her. It felt amazing. "F-fuck," he stuttered, "you feel...you feel amazing...S-sarah.." Alan was struggling to contain himself.Sarah was biting her lips, switching her view to his eyes and the cock pounding her. “Oh... oh fuck!” Sarah groaned, her nails digging deeper into the skin on his back. “A-Alan, oh fuck. Go faster! Faster!”He obeyed. Pale skin pressed against each other, legs wrapped around his waist, his crotch pounding deeper and faster, Alan’s cock sliding in and out of the wet, warm pocket that was her pussy. He groaned back a reply. “Oh, S-arah. You like that, don’t you?” She could only whimper, her lips bitten down in a fit of pleasure. The old bed creaked underneath them, its foundations swaying with each thrust. Pre-cum was beginning to leak out onto the sheet. Their sweat fused their bodies closer together, making it sticky and hot. But, like some frantic dog in heat, it only spurred him on. After a brief second of respite, Alan readjusted himself, dragging Sarah’s legs further up his back and sliding his cock back in from where it had slipped out.
Plamp. Plamp. Plamp.
Sweat did not deter him. Faster and faster, he pounded his cock into her wet, dripping cunt. Sarah could only scream in delight. “Fuck! Oh, fuck!”Lost in the pleasure, Alan bellowed. “You’re mine now. I want to fuck you every day. This pussy is mine” He wheezed through grunts.The sounds of their flesh meeting with every thrust filled the usually cutesy bedroom of Sarah, almost corrupting it. The smell of their sweat and sex permeated the room, and her sheets were stained by the evidence of their lustful act. Her legs firmly wrapped around him, guiding him to where she awaited, her wet, warm sex constantly receiving the intern's dick fully.Stopping his grunting only to lustfully lick Sarah's neck, his piston-like pounding not stopping. A hand fondling her breast, and the other keeping her leg nice and wrapped around him. They were two animals interlocked and letting their frustrations, and desires go through simple, mating.Yet, Alan could not stop looking at Sarah as he pounded her. Every time his cock went inside her, he wanted more. He loved seeing her face as she received pleasure, he loved fucking her."Shit, shit, shit...A-Alan, keep going! I'm...I'm almost..." Alan did as instructed, moving his hips rhythmically to keep penetrating Sarah. He felt her hands on his back, one of them tapping him on the shoulder before Sarah compressed. Her hold on his shoulders tighter, her legs on his waist pulling him as deep as he could go inside her, and above all, her inner walls contracting. Myriad sensations all over his cock as Sarah's orgasm came, the massage all over his cock pushing Alan over the edge."Jesus fucking--SARAH!" Alan was taken by surprise as his cock could do no more against Sarah's reaction. He too felt his body tense. His cock, deeply girthed inside the young lady when it unloaded it's cargo. Thick bursts of his white-hot seed deep inside the TikTok aficionado.Alan felt a death grip on his torso by Sarah, who moaned with her teeth cleneched as the sensation overtook her. She whimpered almost like a puppy, except she was avoiding moaning as high as her voice allowed."Alan! Oh my god you--Kiss me!" Sarah was unusually demanding, but he'd still listen. His mouth connecting with hers once again, lustful, but also playful. Meaningful.The two of them were exhausted, from a day at work, a long evening and now...this. Sarah eventually let go of Alan, and he rolled over on his back, taking a deep breath. The two still in the moment of passion, almost like a dream.The passionate lovers lay there for a while, in the mess of their own creation, breathing heavily, sweat glistening over their bodies. In the periphery of his vision, Alan saw Sarah's chest rise steadily, her tits milky-white in the pale moonlight. Warm hot paste still trickled down her thighs and legs. Several minutes passed before Alan broke the silence. "Oh...my god..." He breathed restlessly, still addled by the euphoria.  "That was...so good."Sarah moaned back a reply. "Ugh...so...fucking good..."His cock still limp and raw, Alan turned on his side to get a better view of his companion. She did the same.Alan didn't know how long they stared at each other - it might have been seconds, minutes, or even hours - but they were locked in a passionate trance, lust still seeping from their eyes.Alan's right hand eventually reached over and caressed the girl's shoulders. Her face was red and puffy from the session. "Oh...Sarah." He pulled her in closer to him, locking her in a firm embrace, his limp cock pressing against her torso. His hands made their way over Sarah's lower back, securing her in place. She did the same, wrapping her arms around his torso. The two lovers were tied together, carnally.Exhausted and satisfied, sleep consumed them.

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The early morning light creeped in from the windows, slowly filling the room with a warm glow. A relaxing, quietness had settled over the flat, and in the bed, the two lovers slept, wrapped in each other's arms.Bliss reigned in Alan's mind, yet when he awoke, there was panic. His eyes fluttered open and he immediately could tell he was not in his home. Without his glasses, he couldn't recognize where he was, but he could tell one thing - Sarah was nestled in his arms. Even in the dark abyss, he could feel her soft skin pressed against his, smell the fresh scent of her hair and hear her slow breathes. He did not remember getting in this position with her until his mind flashed with images from the night before like a montage. A smile crept it's way up his mouth as he remembered the events from yesterday.Almost on its own volition, his hand moved to touch her hair, going down towards her cheek and stroking her neck. He felt a sudden urge to shower her with affection, to hold her close and not leave her. And maybe dance another day.Trying not to wake her, Alan tightened his grip around Sarah, pulling her closer to him. A hand of his found her breast. With a smirk, he gently filled his hand with her mound, and kissed her upper back and shoulder.Sarah woke a few minutes later, roused by the intoxicating smell of Alan's dampened cologne and the stench of dried semen on the bed's sheets - a reminder of the night's passion. As her eyes slowly adjusted to the morning brightness, she felt Alan's lips finding their way across her back, his breath caressing her neck."Alan..." Sarah's voice was strained, heavy with sleep deprivation. The intern replied with a blitz of kisses along her lower collarbone. His hands continued to stroke and gripe her breast, like how a sculptor moulds a piece of clay.A short chuckle left Alan. He'd always been physically affectionate, and whatever last night was, it was not going to stop the man. "Top of the--Yaaaawn--Morning." He joked, settling his head behind hers. His hands not leaving her, as if afraid she's just flutter away.He enjoyed feeling this close to Sarah, his hands trailing over her thigh and leg. Her curves were already making him want her again.Turning around, her damp hair stuck to her forehead, she gave Alan a wet peck on the lips. Alan returned the favour with a longer, more passionate kiss, squeezing her thighs as he did.  When he pulled away from her, he could tell that the lust from the night before was still present, yearning to be unleashed. Whispering in her ear, he said. "Do you want to go for round two?" Biting her lip, with a feral look on her, Sarah nodded.  Alan smiled, and pushed his lips onto Sarah, as he lowered his body onto her. The familiar feel of her body against his, the soft pale, white skin of the American girl, and those familiar moans coming out of her cute mouth.Sarah could already feel the man's rod hardening between her legs, as their bodies intertwined. She laughed nervously. "Fuck, Alan! You get hard fast." Sarah said biting her lip.Alan nodded. "Well, have you seen yourself? Yesterday, I almost fucked you with the dress on." He quipped, his cock beginning to rub against her entrance, which was moistening by the second. With his hand planted on her breast, he moved his body back and forth to stimulate his partner.Through her whimpers, Sarah replied. "...well, I wouldn't have said no to that, you know?" She winked, which made Alan feel hotter. His hand went on her hip, as he teased her slit with his hardening cock."Uhm, d-do you mind if I uh..." Sarah started. "Mind...if I turn around?" She requested with her signature cute puppy eyes. "I-I mean I wanna see you, like you're hot...when you get all intense but...I kinda want you to do it like this." Her awkward smile made her look so cute, and so desirable. Alan would never object to her.With Sarah turning over, her face downwards, she raised her ass towards him. Alan, without even hesitating, spurred on by the lust, grabbed her by the hips. He missed seeing Sarah's cute face, and her breasts but he had unmitigated access to her ass, and he loved the porcerlain-white back in front of him. Lowering his head to kiss Sarah's lower back, he didn't push his cock into her. Instead he pulled Sarah backwards into him, impaling the girl with his girth, into those now familiar, but still unchartered folds."Oh! Fuck!" Sarah swore as the man behind her went inside her.Sarah's meat entrance gripped and tightened around Alan's throbbing sceptre, moistening by the second. Her ass raised and her head directed towards her pillows, the petite girl gripped the bedsheets firmly. "Fuck!" Sarah exclaimed, Alan's meat battering ram already fully inside.From the back, Alan had unmitigated access to her back and ass. Peering down on it from above, he could only grunt in excitement. "Fucking hell, Sarah! You look great! Have you been going to the gym?" Before she could respond, however, Alan was already pounding away at her pussy, his balls slapping against her cheeks. Each thrust emitting a small, light sound as skin clashed with skin. As he railed her tight, wet cunt, Alan grunted heavily, digging his hands into her waist, pulling her closer and closer to him. "F-fuck!" He exclaimed. "Fuck, you're good!" Sarah could only whimper. Her hands were sinking further and further into the cum and sweat-stained sheets from the night before. With each light moan Sarah discharged, Alan only increased the pace, his piston-like pounding reverberating across the wall. The stench of sex and sweat permeated the air. Sunlight, streaming in from the half-closed blinds, drenched the two of them in a golden glow, accentuating Sarah's marble-like figure. "You're a goddess!" He moaned, as his cock ravaged her slit, precum already dripping down her legs.Having sex with Sarah was a dream come true to Alan. Ever since he'd met her at the office, he knew he liked her. All those days next to her, watching her, flirting with her. Alan was fully adoring having Sarah's pussy on his cock."You feel so good....Oh, shit, Sarah!" Alan grunted, a rythmic Plamp, Plamp, Plamp filling the bedroom as Alan thrust himself into his coworker. Sarah pushed her face onto the sheets of the mattress to stop herself from moaning out loud. Her shyness was obvious here.Moaning into the sheets, she was still very much audible and hearing cute, little, funny Sarah relishing his cock was making him even more passionate. Sarah turned her head just a moment, the sight of Alan, almost savagely ravishing her from behind with wanton abandon would forever be burned into her mind. It was a far cry from the funny guy who sang Taylor Swift songs with her, but she was weak to that passion, that drive. He was a man."God, fuck! Sarah! S-so cute! I'm going deeper in this position, do ou feel it?" He asked her with a grin, continously penetrating her. She nodded into the mattress and let out a muffled "Mm-hmmm!". Alan felt himself get closer. He was nearing his limit."S-Sarah! Fuuuck...I'm going to..." His orgasm was approaching, and Sarah could feel it. She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. What would people say if she got pregnant from this? What would Sophie say if she knew that cute, dorky Alan put a baby in her? She tried not to think about it, but she did not want this to stop either. Her pastel-pink nails dug into the sheets as her own orgasm approached too.
Plamp. Plamp. Plamp.
The cum was rising to the surface, Alan could feel it. I've only got a few more strokes left, he thought to himself as Sarah moaned uncontrollably. "Fuck! I...."Face submerged in the pillows, Sarah took Alan's cock willingly and obediently. The moisture on her slit merging with Alan's pre-cum, with some drops splashing onto the bed. To buy himself more time, Alan readjusted himself, moving Sarah's hips closer to his waist and pushing her head deeper into the bed while raising her plum-like ass. "Fuck, I...I love you Sarah!" The worlds tumbled out of his mouth. Though he had only known her for two weeks, the intern knew that he wanted this sensation to last. He wanted to be with her everywhere - at the office, at the nightclub, at a restaurant, in her bedroom. Plamp. Plamp. Plamp. Hearing Sarah's light, but audible, moans echoing from the bed spurred Alan on. He pounded her pussy with a newfound purpose. "Fuck! Come here, baby!" The intern was no longer shy or timid. He knew what he wanted. And he was going to get it. "Fuck, Sarah! Fuck!" He moaned, precum already flying off the tip of his spear, decorating both the bedroom and each of them. "Just a little...little bit more." He grunted. Alan knew that he was pushing his luck, that any second now he would explode, but he wanted to gamble.
Plamp. Plamp. Plamp.
Sporadically, as his sword unsheathed from its scabbard, he used the hands placed on her hips to gently smack her ass, squeezing it as it drew away. "I'm...I'm going....to..."Then, he felt it – pure euphoria.Release.His load being blown into Sarah, filling her pussy with his warm sperm. He collapsed on top of her, feeling her sweat-coated back and smelling her light-brown hair.  "Mmmmph!" Sarah moaned into the mattress when Alan's cock went as deep as it could, before delivering it's payload deep inside her. For the second time, Sarah's insides were filled by Alan's warm cum. She still felt the intern's cock inside her, pulsing, twitching. She was incredibly sensible and the lightest touch in that area was a sensory overload. Spent, Alan almost fell on top of the petite girl, still hilted inside her. Panting, the two of them fell on their sides, onto the wet mattress underneath them. The position had allowed plenty of their moisture to fall on the soft bed, and now they rested on the pile of juices of their passionate act. Alan's first reaction, as always, was to cuddle Sarah. He was exhausted, but wanted Sarah to feel him there, with her. He'd not use her and leave her, they were something. Or so was his thinking."Oh, god. Oh god." Sarah said, still overwhelmed by her climax, though she'd begun to settle down. "Alan, like...wow." She turned her face to him, an energetic smile on her face. "I-It's been a while since I've uh.." her eyes glanced over to him, to his now shrinking cock. It looked cute when it retreated back into its foreskin."....you know. But wow, that was intense." Sarah was still catching her breath. Bliss was in both their heads. With a dumb smile on his face, Alan nodded back to her."W-well, I uh...I've thought of doing this with you for a while." He confessed. He felt the need to explain himself. 'Somewhere after I working here, really. I uh...I'm not sure when I started to crush on you, but well..." He shrugged. "I-I like you, Sarah." Sarah smiled, and the two shared a kiss. Seeing him lay things out to her, she too felt the urge to say it back, but something happened. She couldn't. Something bothered her."Well, I uh, I always thought you were pretty cute too. Like, yesterday you were soooo hot! And we danced and then we..."Uncertainty hit her. They walked to her home. She invited him in! They watched a movie, well failed to do even that. They were making out as soon as the sex scene started. He was inside her before the movie even finished! Was she desperate? Alan wasn't ugly by any means, but he'd barely made it off the plane and she was already having sex with him. Not only that, he creampied her, twice! Was she going crazy?Sarah didn't want to think of this today, and she hoped the uncertainy on her face didn't show. She shook her head."But yeah, wow. I needed that, huh?" She gave him a cute flash of her eyes and that dorky smile Alan adored. Closing her eyes, Sarah tried to calm herself down and let the moment linger. "By the way, do you work today?" Sarah asked, with an awkward look at Alan. Thankfully, he shook his head. "Nope. Unless I royally fucked something up and Lewis gets angry." The Oregon-born editor said. With a nod, Sarah allowed herself to relax."You wanna like...get some breakfast or something?' Sarah asked. Was this a date? It didn't feel like a date invitation. Not when you sleep with the guy after fucking him. She was just getting breakfast with a guy she likes! Because she fucked him and she's not a slut.Alan didn't make this difficult for her. He nodded like an adorable, happy puppy. Sarah could almost picture the dog ears on him. No wonder he was so good at doggy style. She giggled at that thought."Gosh, you're adorable." Alan said, eyes examining every expression on her face.Feeling a bit self conscious, she giggled."What time is it? Is it even time for breakfast?" Alan moved from that to allow her some respite. Sitting up, he looked for his phone. Then he remembered he probably left it in his pants. "Right...pockets." He was about to leave the bed when Sarah's hand caught his arm. She looked at him."...do you mind if we stay like this a bit longer?"Peering down at the petite American girl, sprawled out on the bedsheet and covers, her pale ass radiating in the sunlight, Alan had no choice but to accept this request. “How can I say no to that face?” He quipped. Climbing back into bed, Alan wrapped his arms around Sarah, pulling her closer into his warm embrace, smelling the sweet mixture of sweat, semen, and dampened perfume.  How long they rested there, Alan did not know. The hours ticked by slowly. Not a sound was made, and not a question asked. They merely felt each other’s body heat. Absent-mindedly, Alan’s hand would caress Sarah’s lower back or hips, appreciating every bump, pimple, or rash. She would return the favour, her pastel-pink nails scribbling along his back.“I’m hungry.” Sarah moaned. "Hi hungry, I'm Alan." He was in too much of a good mood to care that it was a bad dad joke. Grabbing his phone from his jeans, Alan checked the time. 10:00AM. “Hehe, me too. It’s 10AM. Do you want to get a bite to eat? I saw there were a few nice cafes over on the side of the river. It would only take a five minute walk.” “Sounds good to me!”Reluctantly, the two untangled from their morning slumber, their skin peeling away, still infused with the juices of their own creation. Alan took his time getting out of bed, exploiting the moment to watch Sarah stretch and rise out of bed. Fuck, I can’t believe this is really happening. I actually fucked Sarah from the Yogscast, and I’m lying in her bed, drench in her cum."Ugh, I think I should shower before we go anywhere. I’m still covered...in...well...”“Haha, same here.”“Do you mind going after me?” That lit a spark in Alan’s mind. “Well, Sarah. We’re going through a climate crisis at the moment. Water supplies are already dwindling. It seems like a waste for us both to take a shower. We could...you know...share one.” Sarah’s face contorted into a wide, giddy smile. “That seems like a good idea.” She piped up. The two wasted no time. Filing one after the other, they made their way to the bathroom, switched on the shower, and then, when the water was sweltering hot, jumped in together.Sarah's bathroom, while small and claustrophobic, was a celebration of white and chrome, the lavender in the vase by the window complimenting the whole aesthetic. In the shower, the water came as a soothing cascade, purifying them of their sin, a baptism of warm water, and bath soaps.Sarah and Alan did not talk once during the session. Instead, they communicated their feelings through actions - softly brushing up against each other, passionately making out, scrubbing each other's hair or skin. Alan used his height to his advantage, cupping Sarah's breasts and moving her around. The smell of shampoo and body wash accumulating on the shower's floor, their feet submerged in a foamy brine.They emerged from the stream, fresh and pure. Since he never expected to stay over at Sarah's, let alone fuck her, Alan hadn't packed a spare pack of clothes, forcing him to wear the same suit from before. Sarah, meanwhile, threw open her wardrobe and conjured a casual outfit, a stark contrast to the night before. She wore one of Harry's merchandise - a black jumper, with three 'bleb' emotes pasted along the middle. This was accentuated by dark-blue jeans."Ok, I'm ready to rock!" Sarah announced in her cheerful, uplifting way.  Hand in hand, the couple made their way over the bridge towards Bristol's north, passing early-morning runners and dog walkers. Nestled in between two larger clothes stores, the cafe soon loomed into view - "Little Victories. I always walk past it on my way into the office but never had the opportunity to check it out." Alan bemoaned.Inside, the cafe was minimalistic in its design - clean marble counters, wooden benches, tiled floors, and green flora decorating every free space. Alan and Sarah sat by the window, watching the cars drive by while they waited to be served. "Good morning, can I take your order?" The barista was a young woman, probably a university student making some money on the side. She had auburn hair, her face was coated in freckles and a silver ring protruded from her nose. Sarah answered first. "Hi, can I have a latte, please? With sugar.""I'll have the same," Alan responded cheerfully.His stomach rumbled, so Alan decided to order something a bit more solid than coffee. "And can I get a vanilla muff---I mean, an American muffin?' he glanced at Sarah then made a last moment decision "Two, actually." He smiled and when the barista charged him, he made sure to pay. "My treat. I owe you for my coffee yesterday...." and he got closer to whisper in her ear. "And the bed for the night."After paying, and getting a cute "thank you!" from the barista, the couple sat down. Their lattes came in soon enough and like that, they started to chat."Apparently Ravs and Harry are alive." Sarah said, checking her phone. She turned the screen in Alan's direction revealing a selfie taken by Harry of a passed out Ravs in a couch."Woah, what happened to them?" Alan asked, triggering an amused smile from Sarah. 'I don't know! I asked him and was left on read. Maybe they're hungover or something." she explained to him, and Alan smirked."Looks like we left at a good time, then." The bespectacled man deducted, his hand going to Sarah's to touch her. He missed the feeling of her skin already. Sarah smiled, taking his hand and brushing her thumb against his hand. They both knew what he meant by that.  "Oh shit, hey babe!" Sophie's thick and sweet accent was like a knife going through Alan. Panicking, he immediately retracted his hand from Sarah. He forced a smile as he turned to see Sophie and wondered how Sarah would react."Soph!" Sarah said, as Sophie quite literally came over to hug her friend. Alan tried to relax. It was a normal coincidence and they were all adults. Nobody did anything wrong. Then Sarah glanced in his direction, a panicked eye and an awkward bite of her lip. She was feeling much like him."Fuck, I love how your perfume smells." Sophie said, giggling. It was when she turned to see Alan she started to make connections."Alan, you still wearing your good outfit?' Sophie chuckled.Properly sitting down, the Welsh girl looked at him over. "Did you even change since yesterday? Did you even go home?' Alan tensed at that question, his eyes met Sarah's again and forced himself to answer."...well, I thought you girls liked it so...I decided to try it on again today." he nodded a bit too robotically at that.Sophie began to see something was off. Was Alan lying to her? "Right. You should wash it first, dude. It probably still smells of booze." She lectured him, and Alan would not defend himself there. He nodded. Why did she have to come in here now? Alan sighed.Why are they acting so...odd? Sophie thought as she looked at her friends, both of whom seemed to be fidgety and paranoid. Sarah kept looking from Alan to Sophie, her hands grasping onto her legs as a form of comfort. The Oregon native, meanwhile, had frozen in place. Too afraid to meet Sophie's eyes directly, in case she could read his mind using her Welsh magic, he was staring straight ahead at Sarah, who looked as petrified as him."What are you two doing here anyway? Did you just...decide to meet up here or something?"Both Sarah and Alan exchanged glances at her question. Almost in unison they responded with a "Yeah!" Alan couldn't think of an excuse, but thankfully Sarah took charge."Alan wanted to show me this place and get breakfast. And I was hungry and didn't feel like cooking so, yeah." Sarah didn't enjoy lying, and she didn't. She just omitted the fact that they had the conversation in person, on her bed, after he was fully inside her and it felt sooo good. Sarah took a sip of her latte to hide her face."Yup! Neither of us work today, so why not?' Alan supported the story. Seeing the opportunity, Alan changed the topic."By the way, how's Lydia?" Alan asked, getting Sarah to also push. "Yeah, Alan told me yesterday she got sick or something." She put an emphasis on yesterday, which was also true!Sophie waved them off. "She's hungover. You know her." The black-haired girl said dismissively. "I walked her home and she went to bed, I think." The welsh girl shrugged."Harry and Ravs made it out alive?" She asked Alan and Sarah."They're fine but, like, out for today it seems. They went wild!" She giggled."Oh, good. I'm glad they had fun and are back home safely. I was worried they were still at the nightclub, haha." Alan's laugh was robotic and awkward. He took another sip of his latte to hide his shame. Hoping to throw her off their scent, Sarah asked Sophie another question. "So, what did you do last night, after you took Lydia back home?" "Went to bed, haha. It was late and I was tired, what else was I going to do? How about you two? Did you stay at the club that long?"The question hit Sarah like a truck. "Erm..er..." she stammered, trying desperately to conjure up a believable answer. But nothing came to her - her mind was blank. Alan thought that she looked like a deer caught in the headlights."Not that long," Alan said, quickly jumping to her defense. "Probably...another 30 minutes, maybe 40. Wouldn't you agree, Sarah?""Y-yeah...we danced to a couple of Taylor Swift songs and went home..." She smiled at the Welsh vixen. Please believe us "Oh nice, I'm glad you two enjoyed yourselves. Did Alan walk you back or..."Heat was rising up his face, his cheeks already becoming inflamed. "Yeah, I did. It was dark, so I thought it might be safer if I accompanied her back.""Ooooh, what a distinguished gentleman!" Sophie squealed. "Did you pay him back with a quickie, Sarah? Haha"Alan nearly spat out his coffee. Choking and spluttering from the implication, Alan tried to laugh it off.However, Sarah's expression had guilt painted all over her face, her cheeks red, her gaze fixated on the table, avoiding Sophie. Alan felt the tension form a knot in his throat.Soph felt the joke was in bad taste. Why? It's not like they would actually--Suddenly, it clicked. Drinks, Late night. Guy walks a girl home. She'd known the story for so long she felt like an idiot for not noticing sooner."Wait, you DID?!" Soph immediately regretted that, covering her mouth in the small cafe. It was worse that there wasn't anyone there but them. It made them conscious of the barista listening only to them.Alan, in a pointless effort to try deflect from the truth, still tried to laugh it off. "You give me too much credi--" but he was interrupted by Sarah's awkward smile, aimed at her closest friend."W-we went to my place, and...we watched a movie--and like...you know." Sarah explained in the most roundabout way possible. She thankfully didn't give any details, but Alan was still feeling hot in the face, and wishing he'd just vanish to escape from this embarrassment."Holy fuck...so you're still wearing that because......wait, are you two on a date? Am I like...interrupting something?"Alan wasn't sure how to answer that. It wasn't an official date, but he was enjoying Sarah's company. He maybe could have used this outing to discu--"Pssh, no!" Sarah said, dismissively. "We came for breakfast, I told you. Honest." Sarah was clinging to her funny, dorky self to deflect from the embarrassment, though Alan felt that dismissal as a jab in the heart. Still, he'd play along, for now."Wow...I didn't...I just..." Sophie was at a loss for words. Sarah and Alan...fucking...they...he..."Look, we didn't plan it...it just sort of...""Happened." Sarah finished Alan's sentence. Looking around the cafe to make sure they weren't being eavesdropped, Sophie asked, "Does...does anyone else know?" "No, just you. Look, can you please keep this to yourself? I - we don't want to start some office drama. I don't want to know how the others will react." Alan pleaded. "Y-yeah, sure..." Sophie grabbed a chair from an adjacent table and brought it forward. "Is this a thing?" She asked, pointing between them. "Is this official, or what?" Before Alan could speak, Sarah was already answering her friend. "I don't know." She bemoaned. "Like Alan said, it just sort of happened. Maybe it was the drinks, the heat...I don't know. We're trying to work it out..." She added timidly when she noticed that Alan looked visibly hurt from the dismissal.Soph was at a loss for words, already feeling bad for the two of them. This looked complicated, and she had no good solution for them. She glanced at Sarah, then over to Alan, wondering if she'd have to stop their usual office teasing. This is why dating at work is a bad idea. Things change.With determination on her eyes, she stood up. "Look, sounds like you two got some shit to talk about, so I uh, I'll get my coffee and go on with my day. See you Monday?" She asked the two, and wasn't too happy with their responses."S-sure." Alan said, and Sarah nodded. Sophie felt the tension, and regret in the room. With a heaviness in her chest, she smiled and, putting a hand over Sarah's shoulder, she ordered a coffee and left.The table was silent. Alan and Sarah remained there, a bit thoughtful. With a sigh, Alan was the first to speak up."...so, that was some terrible timing." He said, prompting a small smile from Sarah. She nodded. "Sorry if I uh...got ahead of myself." His apology was sincere. He maybe said some things he did feel, though maybe he was too pushy on his end. He told her he liked her, he was sure he threw the dreaded L word during sex, not mentioning claiming her as his own. Even in the throes of passion he could see it as...complicated."It's fine, really." Sarah smiled weakly, moving a strand of her hair away from her face. "We both did." She confessed, which did make Alan feel better."Can we get out of here?" Alan asked. The pressure of the cafe was overwhelming. He needed fresh air. Sarah nodded and the two left the building.  Queen's Park. This place was so near their office it was crazy to come to somewhere that reminded them of work, but it made sense. Sitting on a bench, a respectful distance from each other, the not-so couple sat in silence."So...where do we go from here?" Alan asked her. Sarah sighed, and shook her head."I don't know. I like...we had fun yesterday, right? Let's come clean and say it."Alan nodded at her proposal. "We did." He took a deep breath. "Okay, so...honesty."* Alan put a hand over Sarah's hand, taking it and giving it a gentle squeeze. "I told you this morning. I like you, like, for reals." He wanted to sound confident in his feelings, which he hoped he was. "You're funny, you're cute, you're so damn helpful and nice..." He stopped, shaking his head."I know it's maybe a bit fast, but I...do see myself being like, something, with you. Yes, we work together and it can be too much but...it's worth trying, no?" He laid out his heart to her. Sarah allowed herself to smile at him, she squeezed Alan's hand back. Before she looked away. "Alan, you're like...cute. Too cute if you ask me." She giggled at that. "We got stuff we both like and...I don't know, like, I had fun yesterday! Honest. Even if the movie sucked, I don't know, I didn't watch it." She managed to get a laugh out of Alan at that, it softened the incoming blow."...but we're co-workers. Lewis told me to show you around the office and give you tasks down the line. This...well, it kinda complicates things. We've had drama in the office because of that." Her mouth contorted into a grimace. "So...let's...be patient, okay?" She didn't demand, but pleaded. Alan, felt the possibility of something still there, so he held on to what he could."Well, we can slow down from here." He counter-offered. "Let's actually go on a date, maybe. Or like, hang out outside of work.." He nodded at her, doing his best not to sound dejected, or insecure.His offer was met with a wall. "I meant patient as in...let's stay friends and...let me think it over." Sarah said trying to smile at him like it was an excellent idea. "Okay? I won't hold it against you if you like, date someone else or get married or something if I keep you waiting for too long."The sting of her words were painful. Alan grit his teeth in agony. If this is what she wants, I need to respect that. I don't want to be too assertive or demanding - girls don't like that. She needs space to mull it over, and so do I."I agree...you need space...and so do I. I don't want to ruin our friendship over this." A part of Alan wanted to grab her hand, to caress it like he had done the night before, but something had switched. The tectonic plates of their world had shifted, creating a gulf between them, a long and deep one. One Alan wasn't sure they would cross. "Look, let me give you my number." He realised that after all they had been through, they still hadn't traded each other's phone numbers, instead relying on the office's WhatsApp group to communicate. "I'm not trying to be clingy or anything, I just don't want any animosity building up between us, and I think staying in touch might be the solution." He offered meekly. Sarah accepted his request. "That's a good idea! I don't want to push you away. I just want you to stay there - " She gestured to the gap separating them. "For now at least.""Right...I understand." Sarah stood up from the bench. Alan did the same. Glancing at her phone, Sarah said, "Look, it's getting cold. I'm going to head back. I've got a lot of stuff to do before work on Monday. I'll see you at the office." "Y-yeah, see you." Alan watched her go. Before she crossed the bridge, Sarah glanced back over her shoulders, gave him a weak smile, and then proceeded on her journey.The talk could have gone worse. A lot worse. By all standards maybe it should have, but Alan had something to hold on to. Maybe that was the worst part of it, he had hope that could so easily crumble too when he needed it most. Sarah could be letting him down easy, but Alan decided he'd believe her word. Still, it hurt. Taking off his glasses, he wiped his eyes, which were getting wetter the more he lingered there. An hour would pass with him still on that bench.Attempting to distract himself, he looked at his phone. His contacts list was empty, save for his parents, his brother, Lewis and now...Sarah. He'd refrain himself from texting her today, and give her space. His head was overwhelmed with negative thoughts.  It was almost midday when Alan walked back home and, feeling tired laid in bed. The memories of him kissing Sarah's naked body this morning were vivid. Her giggles at his touch, how warm she was...His phone vibrated, and Alan almost jumped in surprise. He looked around for it, he had tossed it somewhere on the bed. He almost tossed his sheets off the bed when he dug it out, and checked the notification.It was Sophie.[forgot to send u this yesterday  ]And under the text was the selfie Soph and him took at the club. A small smile creeped on his face. He messaged her back.[You missed me drinking 2nd Tequila lol]Soph began to respond to him, already teasing him. Essentially ignoring what happened with Sarah and him. Maybe things could be fine, whatever happened. Alan kept texting Soph that day, talking about Ravs and Harry's adventure, mostly and after that, of their homes. 
Sophie: [Sorry about earlier. Didn't meant to interrupt. You all sorted now?]

Alan: [Yeah, we talked. We decided to take a break while we figured things out...]

Sophie: [Oh good]

Alan: [What r u up to?]

There was a five minute delay. Alan was worried Sophie had ignored him, unit she responded.

Sophie: [Five Guys]

Alan: [Cool, I've never tried anyway]

Sophie: [Sucking and fucking five guys ;)]
 
Was she flirting with me? Or is this Sophie just trying to pass the time with some humour?
It took a while for Alan to respond, his mind inundated with conflicting thoughts. Eventually, he settled on: 
Alan: [Huh, I thought the mighty Sophie of Wales could handle more than that ]

Sophie: [...]

Sophie: [It is a weekend...]

Alan: [Gotcha]

*I don't want her to think I'm some sort of sexual degenerate. I need to move the conversation along...

Alan: [I don't think I've asked u this before...do you speak fluent Welsh??]

Sophie: [Yeah! Why?]

Alan: [Just wondered]

Sophie: [Dad taught me. Wanted to keep tradition going, you know?]

Alan: [Right. That's cool. How often do u go to Wales?]

Sophie [Any chance I can, really. Parents live in Cardiff, so not far to drive]

Alan: [Nice. I wish Oregon was that close ]

Sophie: [Aww, do u miss home?]
 Right now, talking about home was easier than talking about Sarah. He decided to might as well open up about that. 
Alan: [I mean, yeah]

[I miss my parents and my brother's family]

Sophie: [your brothers from a diff family?]

Alan: [haha no]

[He got married 3 years ago. My sis-in-law is pretty cool n I miss my niece]

Sophie: [awww]

[Nvm i thought u were like a momma's boy or smth  ]

Alan: [  ]

[I kinda am. I love my mom. Dad too. But I'm fine moving here on my own]

Sophie: [you can always visit them on christmas]

Alan: [Yeah, though I will probably need to stay for the Jingle Jam, and I kinda

wanna stay for it too]

Sophie: [you'd enjoy it! lots of people come visit during the holidays. Zylus, Mousie, Rythian, RT, maybe even Simon will come visit if youve been nice this year]

Alan: [hahaha, im looking forward to it]

Sophie: [anyways, i gotta run. nice chatting dude. see you at the office]

Alan was understanding of the situation, people got busy. Maybe he needed more friends, or get to do something on his own. Maybe, he should look forward to the next day and hope things arent weird between him and Sarah.

Alan: [thanks 4 the chat. See ya!]
 He hid his phone and let out an exhasperated sigh. Even with the chat, he was still thinking of Sarah. And no way he was gonna start drinking over this. Just let the feelings linger and manage them.

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Monday.The day Alan had been dreading all weekend had finally arrived.He woke up at the usual time - 7:30 - and performed his daily ritual, which had been seared into him by now.
Wake Up.

Brush Teeth.

Make Breakfast.

Get Dressed.

Apply Cologne.

Grab Bag.

Close Door.
 Unlike Saturday, Sunday had been uneventful. Alan spent most of it lounging in bed, meandering around his house, searching for a purpose. But all he could think of was Sarah.The screech of a seagull greeted him as he made his way across Queens Square.No Sophie today. That's weird. She usually walks in around this time. Maybe she left earlier.As he approached the office, his nerves became more visceral. He could feel the thundering of his heart, that steady beat, announcing his arrival like a war drum.
Ba'dum. Ba'dum. Ba'dum.
Hesitantly, he opened the office door and made his way inside. The walk from the office entrance through the kitchen and into the room was the shortest he'd ever done. He had no time to prepare further for what could await him. Would Sarah be there, angry at him? Would she be completely cold? Or would she pretend as if nothing had happened?He closed his eyes, forcing a smile and looked over into the main room to see...Sophie working diligently at her desk. Lewis and Nina were talking while admiring one of the new paintings (Nina's presumably) that hang on the office wall. To their left, Ben and Duncan were having a chat by the sofa, probably waiting to stream.Sarah was...nowhere to be seen.Alan felt a combination of relief and even more anxiety forming up. He wanted to face his fear and now it seems his fear had gone elsewhere. Maybe she was on a date, with an Italian helicopter pilot who dabbled in poetry.With a shake of his head, he dismissed the thoughts and made his way through the office. Getting a friendly wave from Middle Sliders man himself and Duncan, Alan smiled a bit more.Reaching Sophie, he greeted her. "Hey Soph." He said, setting his bag down on his desk and sitting on his chair. He looked like robot, avoiding looking at Sarah's desk and simply getting to work.Sophie noticed his unusual behaviour, almost instantly. The Welsh vixen swivelled her chair to look at him directly, and stared."Morning." She answered, and kept staring at him. Alan felt that creepy uncomfortable sensation of being observed, so he turned to look at her."...is there something wrong?" He asked.Sophie shrugged. "Nah, but I'm waiting for you to ask." She nodded in direction of Sarah's PC. "C'mon. I know you're curious." She smirked.Alan shook his head. "I'm not her babysitter, whatever she does is her decision and I'm happy either way." A small tone of exasperation could be heard in his voice."...cool, because she told me she was on Tinder yesterday and this guy came in this morning and they're talking on the roof."Sophie lied, but her casual stare could sell it.Like some muscular jerk, Alan snapped his head around to the stairs that led to the roof's entrance. He knew Sophie was lying but her calm demeanour always sold it."Haha, I'm kidding...I'm fucking kidding, Alan." She slapped his back, giving a boisterous laugh as she leaned back in her chair. "She's busy doing some members show content with Daf and Luke. They'll be out most of the day.""Oh...okay...haha." He laughed nervously. Sophie's jab had left its mark. "You're really convincing..."She gave a small bow. "Thank you...thank you."Her expression turned just a bit more serious at that. "If something's bothering you, let it bother you, mate. Don't pretend you're fine like that. You suck at it." Sophie had some wisdom to impart and Alan would be a fool not to listen to her. He nodded, smiling genuinely at her."...yeah, you're right. I just don't want shit to bother me so we can be like, The Three Amigos."Sophie tilted her head at that. "The what?""You know, the Three Amigos! Three mexican cowboy guys who sing music and are like...cool? Well not really." His reference didn't work this side of the pond."Is this an American thing?" She asked."Well, it's Mexican, but yeah, kinda? Geez. I guess I should have gone for the UK version, the three pumpernickles or something.""The WHAT?" Soph asked, bemused.Scratching his head, Alan said, "Look, I don't know. That sounded like a British word, so I just said it.""Are we really all that stereotypical over there in America?" Sophie laughed, inching forward in her chair."Well...not exactly...but there are a few things you guys do that's just so weird for us...like eating beans for breakfast, or how you pronounce Tuesday" He offered. Talking with Sophie was coming more natural now, and was a much needed respite from his thoughts about Sarah."How do we pronounce it differently?""You guys go...it's chewsday, innit bruv" Alan said, laughing.Sophie joined in, throwing her dark-raven hair back out of her eyes. "That's just people from London. Us Welsh don't speak like that."Alan shrugged."I've heard a lot of things about Wales, mainly from the Yogscast and it's nothing good." He said, covering his mouth, as he tried not to laugh. The joke was there, it was in his head, palpable and so obvious anyone could see it. "W-well. To be fair, I wasn't used to the Welsh accent." He said, to Soph. He shrugged. "I like it, it sounds, I don't know...mature?" He wasn't too conviced with that word.Sophie let out a giggle. "Are you saying I sound like an old lady, you asshole?" She nudged Alan, pushing him and his chair a bit. Alan's eyes met Soph at that and he waved her off."Chill. Besides, I'm sure someone is into that." He closed his eyes, failing to stifle the laughter.Talking shit with Soph made Alan forget bad things.Sophie gave Alan a light punch at the jab. "Asshole!" She muttered under her breath."I'm sorry, haha. Do you want me to grab you a drink? I haven't had anything all day.""Sure! I'll have the usual...if you can remember.""Of course...latte, right?""Yep""Cool! Coming right up!" He announced, shooting finger guns at her. The office was still desolate. Half the chairs were empty, and aside from the occasional murmur, deafly quiet. That was until Alan heard the unmistakable giggle of Kirsty from the kitchen."Briony!" She squeaked. "You can't say that, haha." It reminded Alan of a small mouse."Oh, hey girls!" He waved at them. "Having fun?""Yeah, yeah. Briony was just showing me something on her phone."Briony immediately got defensive. "It's nothing weird! I just was showing her my wet ass bunny." She could not finish the thought without giggling. She turned her phone around to reveal...her bunny, Fifi, getting a shower.Alan rubbed his forehead at that. Which prompted Kirsty to smirk in his direction. "You're doing a Rythian. Just facepalm and contemplate life." Briony squeaked a giggle too, joining her friend. Alan was overwhelmed by the laughs of the two girls, like the cutest chorus imaginable."What, would you prefer I stare at your wet ass bun?" Alan asked, starting the coffee machine. Briony bit her lip, her teeth visible much like her favourite animal."Careful, Alan!" Kirsty said in her gentle, almost maternal tone. "She's a married woman! You can't tempt her with those depraved thoughts!" Kirsy lectured him between giggles.Alan shrugged, then turned to Kirsty. "So what, do I buy you a Gamecube instead?" The three laughed in unison at the unexpected reference. Alan did not waste time looking at Kirsty as he did so. It was a joke, sure, but Kirsty wasn't bad looking at all. The duo was so entwined that marrying Kirsty would mean marrying Briony too, whether he wanted or not. Then again, looking at the brown head of messy hair, her petite frame she kept under her clothes, her cute, girl next door looking face, that didn't seem like such a bad prospect at all."Ooof. Hide your wifes, everyone. He makes coffee too!" Kirsty added, her big, cute smile directed at him. This playful banter was, strangely enough sort of like talking to Soph, yet less intense, more fun, the stakes were less high. Or so Alan thought.The rich scent of coffee was just what Alan needed on a morning like this. "You know, I do have a gamecube at home..." Kirsty and Briony bent down and laughed hysterically, causing a few office employees to swivel their heads around to inspect the commotion.In a stringent voice, mixed with the occasional giggle, Briony said, "Oh, that's it. I'm calling Alex. Our marriage is over."Kirsty burst out laughing. "It was a fun ride. Tell him the American intern won you over." She added. Giggling profusely, Alan couldn't help but notice that her breasts jiggled in motion, moving around like lumps of jelly."Hey, now that I'm here, I just wanted to say I really enjoy your kirbycraft streams. They're the best!  I know I'm not supposed to geek out at the office, but I just thought I'd tell you."Trying to regain their compusure, the two girls accepted the compliment graciously. "Oh thank you so much!" Kirsty squeaked, her face still red from the laughing fits.Wiping a tear from her eye, Briony asked, "How long have you been with us now, Alan?"Alan shrugged with a helpless look. "Well, I kinda want to say years, so I look like some loyal Yogscast drone or something but it's my second week here, really. I haven't worked two Tuesdays.""Aww, boy hasn't seen his second Tuesday." Kirsty said with a smile. "I don't know why that sounds so sad." Briony added."You'll get there. Just survive today, young intern Alan." Kirsty added with a genuine smile. Alan found it hard to gauge whether they were being silly or serious. Maybe they could only be both at once. His gaze found Briony and she played with her long locks of messy hair just a bit."Uh, thanks?" Her words did make him feel better. Alan let himself smile at both, genuinely."You're welcome. Just remember the gamecube thing." Kirsty said, which immeditately prompted Briony to speak up. "And get ready to fight Rythian for our love. We are his golden hoes, after all.' The pair both giggled at each other while they left, presumably to the recording room."Classic Rythian." Briony added. Alan could not help but watch them walk away. Kirsty was curvy and fun, she loved nintendo games. Did she have a boyfriend? Briony was married, which was a shame. He found her attractive in a childhood crush sort of way. He might see them wearing onesies when the temperature gets colder. He'd have to resist looking too hard by then.With the coffee ready, he made his way back to Soph. "Hey, what took you so long?" Sophie asked, exasperatedly."Oh, sorry. Got hold up by Briony and Kirsty. Those two are funny." He added, setting the cups down on the desk."Haha, they really are." Sophie said, graciously accepting one of the mugs. "But loud. Very loud." She warned, hands clasped around the mug, blowing softly over the liquid to cool it down."I got a firsthand glimpse of that, haha." Alan knew he should've stopped there, but the interaction in the kitchen was imbedded in his mind - the way Kirsty's tits wobbled had seared into his retina. "Do you know whether...Kirsty is...single."Sophie nearly spat out her coffee. Still chocking, she said, "No! Don't tell me you're moving on from Sarah already."Panicking, Alan held out his hands in a feeble way, as if to calm Sophie down like how a zookeeper calms one of its captives. "No. No. No. Not like that! I was just curious. She's sweet, so I just wondered whether...ah, forget it." He waved his hands dismissively and sunk back into his chair. "You must think I'm only here to bang every woman in the office.""As if you could." Sophie said, smirking. In between sips of her coffee, she added. "Look...as far as I'm aware Kirsty is single. If you want to try out your Alan rizz on her, be my guess.""I know you said rizz, but saying Alan rizz makes it sound weird." Alan told Soph, as he took a sip of his coffee. Maybe Soph had already decided he was a horndog of some kind, and, to be fair, maybe he was. Though he didn't sleep with Sarah only for pleasure, he really liked her. Already, he started to feel heartache. He turned to his computer to focus on work a little.Kirsty. She was older than him. Briony too, come to think of it. Would he date Kirsty if things got that far? Maybe. He found her attractive, in a more motherly sort of way, her voice was soothing and she was extraordinarily positive. He could see her in that way. He admitted Briony was very cute too, though he probably shouldn't think that of a married woman."Spread that Alan Rizz all over the office, why don't you?" Sophie teased with a smirk. That got Alan to chuckle. "Shut up! You're gonna get me fired!" Sophie scoffed. "Ravs has said and done much worse than that. You're fine." she said confidently. The two sat in silence for the new few hours, the monotonous melody of keyboard typing being the only sound. Eventually, around 13:20, Sophie whirled in her chair and gave Alan a nudge.It was Sarah.She had just got back from the morning member's video shoot and was walking towards the streaming room with Briony, no doubt to stream this week's Zelda playthrough."Sarah -" The call came out mangled, strangled by his anxieties. The American walked on, undisturbed by the squeak. "Shit, she's ignoring me now. I messed up. I messed up big time. " Alan complained, combing his hands through his hair. A part of him, deep down, wanted to start tearing it out."Oh, you're fine! She's probably just busy. We've all got stuff to do, and her weekend fling is probably at the bottom of her list of priorities." Sophie mused."I hope you're right. If I can't get back with her in - in that way, then I hope our friendship can at least be salvaged.""You're worrying too much. I'm sure the Alan Rizz will pull her back. Speaking of which...try it on me.""Try what on -""Your pickup game. I'm interested. You must have used some charm on Sarah to snear her in your trap. Try it on me." Alan could tell Sophie was enjoying this. She was smirking and her entire body was reorientated towards him. "C'mon. Throw me some pickup lines."Reluctantly, Alan performed for his spectator. Wracking his brain, the Oregon native delivered his first pickup line. "Erm...ok...here it goes...are you a sealion? Because I can see you lying in my bed." To make it less awkward, he shot her the finger guns.Sophie just stared at him. And Alan stared back before a smile crept up on her face just a moment. It lasted a heartbeat before the dam burst open and she burst out into laughter, which made Alan laugh too."Jesus Christ! Not even a pity fuck!" She said wiping her eyes. "C'mon, mate! You never watched movies?" Sophie said, genuinely trying to help. Though his attempt failed, it did make him look cute. The Welsh girl wouldn't tell him that, ever.Alan frowned at her, genuinely hurt. "H-hey! You can't just ask me to turn the rizz on! It's uh...gotta come out naturally.""Yo, Alan. You might want to tone down your talking about your jizz coming out naturally. Like, I'm trying to drink here." A sudden Ravs appeared, delivering his very useful piece of data before moving on. Geez, the Scotsman could sneak up on you."I said Rizz! Ah, shit." He let out a sigh.Sophie attempted to comfort Alan by swivelling her chair a bit closer and patting his shoulder maybe a bit too condescendingly. "Well, we can always talk about your uh.... problem after work." She glanced at Sarah's desk. "We can't really talk about it here without someone eavesdropping.Alan considered the idea. "I guess it can't hurt." At least no more than it already did, and Sophie seemed to want to help out.Alan decided to take up Sophie's offer. It was still only 14:05, the office was heaving with people, and Sarah was not that far. He would wait until after office hours to confide in her. Aside from a few bouts of banter here and there, the duo worked in silence diligently. Matt had assigned Alan with a new TTT video, and editing it consumed most of the day. Even though he was working in a professional environment, he couldn't help himself from laughing when Rythian burst into one of his famous rants, or when Ravs made one of his signature cum jokes. These guys never change, he thought to himself.By 17:16, the video had been completed and both Sophie and Alan were packing up."I'll meet you outside!" Sophie called out, as she was fastening her bag around her shoulders. "I've got to talk to somebody about something.""Oh ok, that's fine." Alan meekly responded. "I'll wait on the square."As he was making his way to the door, however, be noticed that the "somebody" in question was Sarah.The girl who had been evading him all day was standing on the stairs that led to the streaming room, dressed in a fur jumper that looked so tight Alan thought it was a straightjacket. Holding out her arms, she warmly embraced the Welsh vixen."I missed you," Sophie said, still submerged into her friend's chest."Sorry, I've been busy alllll dayyy," Sarah complained.Worried that his continued presence would only cause more drama, Alan discreetly slipped through the door and waited out on the grass of Queen's Square, his mind still racing from the encounter.Things were, and felt awkward. He now felt like he'd be driving a wedge between Sophie and Sarah if one was avoiding him. Should he go home and let it be? He was definitely considering it, and didn't know if it was even okay to wait.Walking out into Queen's Square, he found the same bench he and Sarah had talked on just two days ago when this whole thing started. His hand on his brow, Alan sighed. This might be a long week, after all. Alan had drifted into his phone, doomscrolling through Instagram, checking pictures of some of the people he worked with. Duncan's adventures in a music festival, Lydia's selfies before their nightclub thing, even some panorama shots of Canadian wildlife from Shadow herself.Alan didn't notice that someone had sat next to him until it was too late. "Are you browsing porn? I'm kinda curious." Sophie said, starting Alan. He almost jumped and felt suddenly guilty of looking at some very normal photos."Most people say 'hi', you know?" He complained, getting a smirk from Sophie."I did! You were just too engrossed in porn to notice." She teased, and it had the desired effect. Alan felt a small smile creeping up on his face.Raising his hands in an exaggerated fashion, Alan decided to play along with Sophie's game. "You got me! I was in the middle of watching some high-quality, extreme pornography on this quaint bench when you interrupted me!" Whatever Sarah had said to Sophie back in the office couldn't have been bad enough to deter Sophie from conversing with him. That's some conciliation at least."You know, me and an ex-boyfriend - not James, another one - would sit down some days and rank pornstar's moans, and then see if we could replicate them.""What? Why? Haha.""Because they were low-quality porn videos, so the stars were paid like a few quid and were dreeeaaaadfullllll at acting. Oh god, there was one that went like this - UggGhhHh!"The moan Sophie let out sounded, to Alan, like a mangled cry one would make after stepping on a piece of Lego - hardly erotic. Yet, hearing Sophie express herself in a such a way made him hard regardless.Taking care to subtly hide his rising boner with his legs and phone, Alan laughed along as if nothing was amiss. "Yeah, I don't really get into porn for the acting, but the script writing is exemplary.""Exemplary, hey? Whats your favourite porn cliche then? A step-sister getting stuck in a washing machine, or?"Already, Alan was feeling a bit flustered at how it took Sophie so little to begin working him up. He did his best to appear relaxed, however.He scratched his chin at her question, trying to think it over. "I definitely prefer the hot technician slash plumber who fixes a married woman's pipes." He was honest about it.Soph tilted her head, noticing something that he said. "Does she HAVE to be married?' Alan gave it away, an awkward sigh coming out of his mouth. "I guess not..." he shrugged. "I guess I might be into older ladies." Alan confessed, which seemed to satisfy the Wales native."I...I, yeah sometimes, I guess." He added, feeling heat already rising to his cheeks. "What's yours - your kink, I mean.""Haha, wouldn't you want to know." Leaning in, with her hand firmly on his inner thigh, Sophie, in a thick sultry voice, said, "Mine is fucking new interns from America so hard they can hardly walk again in the morning..."As she drew away, Alan was left with the intoxicating odor of her perfume, still lingering in the air. It was as suffocating as her admission had been.His breath felt hot, and Sophie came every so close to him. For a moment Alan felt she was going to kiss him, or suck his face off with the look she gave him. Feeling it would probably not be good considering his feelings for Sarah he resisted the temptation, right until she spoke in that sweet, thick, honeyed accent of her.And then, she backed away. Alan had been caught, hook, line and sinker, in her game and was already regretting his erection. Sarah told him it'd be fine if he found someone else, but there was something about that someone else were one of her closest friends in the office, also he didn't want her to think he'd given up on her."Shiiit." Alan said, not able to continue the game. He let go of his semblance of control and took a deep breath. Soph won this round, and she knew it. She laughed as she leaned back on the bench."Still easy to get worked up, hahaha! I'd think you'd get used to it now, Alan." She said with a smirk. Alan shook his head. "No fair!" He moaned. "I wasn't expecting you to do...this to me, especially after the Sarah thing."Something changed in Sophie's expression at the mention of Sarah, for a second Alan saw it, but just like that it was gone."You're taking this shit too seriously. We're just messing around. 'Sides, you need to get your mind off that if you ever want to calm the hell down." Her words were blunt but carried her well meaning. Alan was glad to have Sophie as a friend, as strange as their relationship was."Right, right. Sorry." Alan let out a deep sight. He didn't know what to think around Sophie. One minute she was flirting with him, the next minute she was scolding him for believing it. He didn't like this emotional whiplash."What did you two talk about up there." He nodded towards the office. "Did - did she mention me?""What did I just say?""Sorry, it's just... well, did she?""Only briefly. She just said she needed more time and thought it was too awkward to sit down next to you so soon."Alan had no reason not to believe her. He sighed. "Tomorrow is gonna be just awkward too."Soph nodded. She was already about to lecture him on dating in general, though she stopped herself after seeing his hurt expression. Alan removed his glasses and wiped his eyes on his sleeve."Just give it time. Her too." She felt the need to be comforting instead. Alan turned his gaze at Soph and nodded, remaining quiet.The two stayed there for a few more minutes. Alan quietly thinking and Sophie doing her best to be empathic and understanding.Sophie eventually looked over at Alan and standing up she spoke to him. "At any rate, I should get going. Dude, distract yourself. Go to a pub. Get tinder. Grinder, whatever. Just..." she gestured at his face. "Get out of...there." She said, a last piece of advice before she turned to leave. "See you tomorrow."Alan was definitely feeling bad, though he was maybe making things worse by wallowing in self-pity. Maybe, just maybe he should listen to Sophie. He opened his phone and went to the app store and typed in: Grind--FUCK, no. Tinder? Err...Tomorrow, tomorrow.He stood up and left for home.

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Tuesday came and gave no respite for Alan's misery. He spent the early hours of the morning browsing Tinder, the glow of the touch screen illuminating his face. But no matter how many girls he scrolled through, none filled the gap left by Sarah.'Looking for someone whose as into jazz as I am'. I hate jazz.'Looking for a muscular giant who can lift me up and throw me around.' Nope.With a sigh, Alan threw his phone onto the bed and readied himself for the morning. When he left the house, and the early morning breeze hit his face, it was 8:10 - slightly earlier than he usually left.It was on the bridge that he saw Sophie, leaning against the railing. It looked like she had been waiting for him for a while. Alan felt a smile creep up on his face. Sophie may tease him a lot, but she was probably his closest friend. Alan couldn’t help but notice that she looked great, as always- a tight top as dark as her hair around her torso, flaunting her bare shoulders, which was welcome in summertime. Her bellybutton was also exposed, and she wore a pair of black jeans over her well-toned legs."...are you having a heart attack, dude?"Alan blinked, and shook his head. He'd been caught staring. "Err, uh, morning." He said, sheepishly, adjusting his glasses.Sophie giggled, meeting Alan halfway as he walked closer to her. “C’mon, let’s go. No need to stay around here much longer.”The two exchanged a few laughs as they made their way to the office. Summer was fast approaching, and already the mornings were getting warmer, with dew on the grass sparkling under the sun's rays. The image gave Alan a thought."Doing anything exciting this summer?" Alan asked. "Any holidays planned?"Sophie paused, thinking pensively. "Mmmh...well, we have the Twitchcon scheduled in Paris in July. You really need to ask Lewis, if you want to come dude. Work trips with these guys are always fun."Ruffling his hair, Alan concurred. "Yeah, yeah...I should. I haven't really found the time to speak with him alone yet. I'll try and see if he's available today.""Good. And besides, if you never end up getting back with Sarah, you can always bang some hot French woman...or...or some of the other content creators we meet...try out the Alan Rizz, haha.""Stop calling it that!" The idea did seem appealing. Hanging out with the Yogs in a foreign city, meeting other creators, getting immersed in the online scene."I'm also hoping to go on holiday in Ibiza with a few of my uni friends...you know, girls' outing. Maybe, if you're lucky, you'll get a bikini pic from me." She winked at him as she said it. Sophie still wasn't done tormenting Alan.Alan scoffed at her tease. "Cool! I need something to put on the body pillow." He couldn't stop myself, getting a playful shove from Sophie."Gross! You need to stop talking to Ravs." She wasn't wrong. Alan had mostly left his starstruck self behind now. Still, he'd still have issues when it comes to acting normal in front of some people.The pair crossed Queen's Square and went through the inconspicuous office doors before heading up into the office proper. Ravs and Duncan were talking near the kitchen, while the latter prepared himself some tea.In the main room, Lewis was speaking with Luke near his computer. And, a very weary Sarah was working at her desk. When Alan and Sophie came in, she turned to look in their direction, before exchanging a glance with Alan, her expression turning sad. Alan sighed."Uh...Lewis is over there if you wanna talk to him."" Sophie said, trying to keep Alan distracted.  While Alan spoke to Lewis about being invited to Twitchcon, Sophie exploited his absence to converse with Sarah. The American girl was wearing a light outfit today - a cream top paired with light-blue jeans."You can't keep avoiding him forever, you know." Sophie whispered, trying not to alert their neighbours to the delicate situation. "You're going to have talk to him either way. You're work colleagues, after all.""I knoooowww." Sarah moaned. "I'm just not ready. I've been thinking about it all weekend. Soph -" She grabbed her friends' arms, pulling her down onto Alan's chair. "I haven't really dealt with this before. My longest relationship lasted like... 3-4 months, and that was years ago. I don't know what to do." She complained hopelessly, burrowing her head into her arms.Slightly caressing her friends' shoulders, Sophie said, "Go talk to Lydia. She's more experienced at this stuff. She'll understand. I think all I can say about boys will make you feel more depressed, haha.""That's a good idea. Do you mind covering for me?""Always. Love you.""Thanks"Sarah stood up and walked towards the lounge, passing Alan as she did so, who was still imprisoned in conversation with Lewis.  "Do you hate French people?" Alan blinked at the question directed at him. He wasn't sure what this was about."No?" Lewis's gaze was inquisitive, as he looked at the new intern like an archaeologist would at a broken urn."Do you really, really love French people?" Lewis asked him, again with the same look.Alan shrugged. "I guess the accent is sexy?"That triggered Lewis, who let out a wheezy laugh at that. "You know what? You're a good du--a good guy, a good intern editor guy." He put his arm over Alan. "You just have to promise me you won't try and fuck Ravs." Alan chuckled nervously. Was he being serious? Was this a joke? It was impossible to tell."Cross my heart." The man did a motion across his heart, which seemed to satisfy the not-so-Lebanese person."Cool, cool. Then yeah, I was hoping to invite you anyways. I always try to bring the new guys to these events so they see what's going on, you know?"Alan sighed and nodded. "Thanks a lot, Lewis. I'll take the trip seriously and uh..."Lewis chuckled. 'It's okay, just uh, talk to Sarah about your documents and stuff. You know, passport, visa, all that." He said, casually, oblivious to the office drama.Alan winced. "Ahhh....I'll get to it..." He glanced over at Sarah's desk, which was mercifully empty. Liberated from Lewis's grasp, he headed over to his computer, with a tired sigh. He could never get a read on his boss.  As Alan untangled from Lewis' hold, Sarah sunk into one of the office's blue cushion seats, near the kitchen. Lydia usually arrived at the office by 9:00, so she decided to wait for the giantess there. Staring at her pink-pastel nails, Sarah glanced sporadically at her desk where Alan was enraptured in conversation with Sophie. Whenever their gaze met each other, they quickly snapped away, hoping the other hadn't noticed."Sarah!" The Amazonian woman had finally arrived. The two friends embraced, Lydia nearly carrying her small friend as she jumped into her arms. "What's up, babe? You look down." She spoke in a calm, understanding tone."Can I speak with you? In private?""Sure! Let's go to the restroom."  The next few minutes were torture. Casually chatting with Sophie while he pretended he didn't care about each and every one of Sarah's movements. Did Sophie notice? If so she didn't seem to care."I thought Lewis was gonna fire me, but he was pretty cool about it. He told me if I'd be willing to paint something for one of the member's videos at some point.""Uh huh." Alan said, watching as Sarah quickly stood up and was met with Lydia. He tilted his head, and nodded. "Huh..."Sophie sighed. "I fucked a hobo last night, did I tell you?""Uh huh." Alan watched the two girls embrace each other. Were they dating? Was Sarah into Lydia all along?!"Dude, are you listening to what I'm saying?" Sophie's face showed legitimate annoyance at Alan."Yeah, you said something about Member's videos..." He was half listening.Sophie shook her head. "Focus, Alan. This is starting to get annoying. Give the girl some space."Alan hanged his head. "Yeah....I know, I know."  Closing the door behind her, Lydia, her arms on her hips, asked, "So, what's bothering you?""Do you remember that I said I had a crush on Alan?" Lydia nodded. "Well, we...did it...over the weekend, on Friday, after you went home from the nightclub."We did it. The words took a while to sink into Lydia's mind, but when they did her eyes widened. This was a development she had not been expecting. It was one thing for someone at the office to be banging each other, let alone that it involved Sarah. "Damn...I...wow...go, Sarah!" She raised a fist in celebration but quickly lowered it again when she realised that it wasn't warranted."Well, I sort of broke up with him...kinda...and don't how to approach him. Basically, I need your help." She pleaded.Lydia thought for a moment, digesting the conundrum in front of her. "I could speak with him, if you want. I haven't spoken to him that much, but he seems friendly enough. We hit it off at the party.""Oh my God, that would be amazing. Thank you!""Don't mention it, girl." She gave Sarah a light kiss on the cheek.  Alan had made sure to return to work, thanks to Sophie. Today, he was working on a special request from Matt: A video for Tom's channel. He made sure to check Matt's email with guidelines to edit it, as well as some recurring clips he could include. The footage was pretty long, 3 hours for a 20 minute video. This will probably take me most of the day, he mused.Sophie watched as Lydia and Sarah returned to the office. Sarah made her way to the editor's room, probably to meet with Tom Bates and Luke. Sophie made eye contact with Lydia. The giant woman made her way towards both a very focused Alan and Sophie.Looking down on Alan, Lydia smiled a bit forcefully. "Heeeey, Alan." Alan turned to look at Lydia, and removed his headphone to listen to her. There was something strange about her today.She glanced at Sophie. "Do you mind, Soph? I just to ask Alan a few questions, in private. Won't be 5 minutes."Sophie looked nonplussed. "Yeah, sure. I'll go make us a coffee."Lydia took Sarah's empty seat. She was wearing a light burgundy skirt and a black cardigan draped around a white t-shirt. Once the Welsh vixen was out of earshot, she turned on Alan. "Ok, so I've been talking with Sarah. She told me everything."Alan gulped. "Look...it was an accident, I-I wasn't thinking clearly from the alcohol, it was late, we -"Lydia raised her hand to halt the torrent spilling out of the anxious intern's mouth. "Pipe it, glasses." The giantess moved her seat closer, her breath carrying the stench of her perfume. "She's in a difficult place. She's conflicted. I think she still likes you, but obviously finds it hard to speak at the moment. We decided I could act as your intermediary before things improved between you two."Alan nodded."So, tell me. Do you like her?"Alan found it hard to concentrate with Lydia so close in his desk area. She was a very tall lady, and the already small space he shared with Sarah was even smaller with Big Lyds invading her place. The smell of vanilla and strawberry of her perfume in his nostrils, Alan was being assaulted by Lydia's presence. He gulped, and looked away from her before he nodded. "Y-yeah. She thinks it was way too fast--""Well of course it was!" She agreed immediately. "You can't be arriving to the office and--" Lydia raised her head over the desk before returning her attention to Alan, lowering her voice. "Bang the person sitting next to you, are you crazy?" She presented it as a question, but it was more of a demand. "Like, if you end up fucking Sophie too, you're gonna be in big trouble, mister." Lydia's long nailed finger, perfectly trimmed and varnished, poked his chest.However, it seemed the woman had taken something out of her system. "Now, I love my babes and she likes you and if you like her, well maybe you guys can get back on speaking terms." Those last words made Alan feel hope for the first time. He looked up at Lydia, finally feeling something like a light at the end of this tunnel. "Easy on the cute puppy eyes. I'm not done."Alan nodded. Why was he suddenly following her orders? Oh, right. She had a commanding tone and could strangle him. And she wasn't too happy."Soooo. Be a friend guy. Don't hover around her like a kicked puppy--Sorry, that's twice I call you a puppy. Anyways, don't be all mopey, we just gotta get you talking to Sarah, like normal fucking people. I'll work my magic on Sarah, and you two will be like ‘Yay, Lydia is so amazing woo!’ in no time. Okay?"Alan had no words. He nodded like a dumb animal of the canine variety."Also, if I invite you to hang out, you better say yes! If you want Sarah to actually talk to you."Alan nodded erratically. Lydia is amazing. I can't believe she'd do this for me, even though I barely know her! However, despite his enthused response, he felt his eyes gradually move from her head to her upper torso. He was starting to see why people called her 'Big Lyds'. Though closely imprisoned by a large vanilla jumper, the outline of her thunderous breasts was all clear to see.Lydia must have caught Alan looking because she quickly snapped her fingers, jolting him awake. "Yes, I know they're big. But you want to be looking at Sarah's again, not mine.""No...I mean, yes...sorry, I was just fascinated by...your necklace." He smiled meekly."I'm not wearing a necklace."Sure enough, she wasn't. Alan took the opportunity to stare again.She sighed. "Ok, I'll talk to Sarah. In the meantime, just do...intern things.""Right...intern things...got it."The Amazonian woman began to leave."Wait, Lydia...er. Thanks...for this...I do really want to set things right."She smiled. "No problem. Just take things slowly.""Gotcha." He watched her leave, walking back over towards the Kitchen, grazing past Sophie as she went. Alan was still shocked the foundations of the building didn't rock everytime she took another step."Fuck me, that guy is going to be trouble." Lydia muttered under her breath, as walked through the main office to one of the recording rooms. Her eyes settled on him when she looked over her shoulder a final time, and she smiled. He was cute, though. That's something she was willing to admit. Lydia would do her best to get them back together.  Sophie returned a few minutes later, coffee in her hands. Sitting down, she offered a cup to the bespectacled intern, who still hadn't recovered from his encounter with Big Lyds herself.He thanked her, accepting the coffee. Sophie followed Alan's eyes towards the departing Lydia then back at him. "You look like Lydia stepped on you, but I'm not sure if it's in a good way or a bad way.'Alan chuckled at her comment. "She said she wants to help with the uh..." He coughed. "...situation." He gave her a knowing look, and received a nod in response from Sophie."Oh, that's nice. That's Lydia for you. She must like you if she's trying to help."Alan agreed with her. Taking a sip of coffee he leaned back on his chair. Office drama. He wasn't sure he liked all of these people getting involved. How much more can it spread? Would he get a reputation for it? Or lose his job? He sighed.  Lydia made her way to the kitchen, where Sarah was nestled away in the back, hiding. "I've spoken to him.""And?""I think he likes you, like really likes you. It doesn't seem like a one-and-done fling. And, personally, he seems like a really nice guy - not, like a nice guy, but a guy that is nice, you know?"Sarah translated her understanding through nodding. Yes, she did know. She had known that night at the club when he had offered to walk her back. He didn't force it. I didn't force it. It just happened. Sarah sighed. "What should I do?""Talk with him about it. Not straight away, but you need to start having some small talk. If it's still too much to handle, text him tonight. Try and change the topic. Something like that. Become normal.""Ok, I will. Thanks, Lydia." Since moving to Bristol, Lydia had been more than just Sarah's friend. She had been her guardian, her protector. In a weird way, Sarah saw her as one of those cool aunts who is laid-back and free and showers her nieces and nephews in gifts and wisdom."Don't mention it, babe." She gave her smaller friend a firm hug. "Just take things easy, and if you have any more problems, you know where to find me, ok?""Ok""Brill, I need to get going. I've got to take Pam to the vets.""Oh, I hope she's ok.""Oh, that bitch? She's always fine. I'm sure it'll be nothing. Talk to you later."  Lydia's words had been like an interrogation to Alan. She was demanding and just slightly unfriendly, yet her intentions were good. He'd feel like an idiot if he didn't listen to her, and maybe, just maybe let her take the wheel. He only hope Lydia handled relationships better than a knife.He continued his work, though as time passed, he didn't see Sarah again. To keep himself distracted, Alan kept working on Tom's video, trying his best to match the editing of it. He'd been told he'd be given more freedom when he finished these mundane tasks.A few jokes here and there with Sophie, and a short interaction with Harry about warhammer figurine painting made him soon enough feel in need of a break. Standing from his chair and stretching his legs, Alan made his way to the lounge where the Arcade machine was, just to see if someone had beaten his Centipede record. Noticing that it was free, he started to fiddle with it."Fuck!" He cursed, a bit loud as he saw the initials of the new top score, again. CUM. Harry had beaten him again. The worst part was, he didn't have the energy, the fire to fight back for his very niche throne."Oh, someone's in a good mood." Alan jumped at the soft, gentle voice of Nina, who was apparently taking pictures of one of the walls, for some future project. She was so quiet, he'd not seen the black-haired artist there."Ah, shit. My bad." Alan apologized, his more normal self coming out.Nina giggled, turning to look at him. "Didn't know you were that competitive." Her words came out like a soothing melody, one that could tame lions and put tigers to sleep.Alan scratched the back of his head. "Eh, not really. Just Ravs and Harry really know how to push my buttons." He shrugged, however his expression made Nina chuckle."I think you know how to press buttons too." She didn't wink, but she might as well have.It took Alan a moment to realize that was a bit of a sultry, knowing look of her. Alan gulped, feeling nervous. "Uh...s-sorry about that, too." He cleared his throat. "I didn't mean to uh..."Nina shrugged at that. "Eh, it's okay." She shrugged a bit, her mouth a bit catlike by her expression, just the corners curving into the smallest of smirks. "It was nice learning something fun about you, like that." She purred. Alan felt himself go red in the face."I'd return the favor, but...you know." She flashed him her ring finger. Nina was, after all, married. Alan knew this, but he still felt a bit awkward for having to be reminded that.Though she was nearly 10 years his senior, Nina didn't show her age at all. With her rosy cheeks and fresh, ink-black hair, she was still permeating with the energy and youthfulness of her young 20s. Mark is one lucky guy, Alan thought to himself as he watched her plan her new design on the wall. "Are you going to paint something or...?""Yeah." Nina was still sizing up the wall, writing down notes on a scrap of paper. "This is kinda a secret, so don't tell anyone, but Lewis wants me to paint a new design for the wall...like a mural of the Yogscast, for their 15th anniversary.""Oh, shit! That's...really cool. It's insane to think that you guys have been going for that long. Well, whatever it is, I'm sure it will be spectacular. Your art is always incredible.""Thanks, mate. I really appreciate that. Say, want to play a few rounds of Street Fighter on there?" She gestured to the arcade machine. "I'm kinda a pro at it."Alan jumped at the opportunity to spend more time with Nina. "I would love to!"Any illusion Alan had of having astute gaming skills quickly dissipated when Nina defeated him for the seventh consecutive time. "Fuck!""Haha, sorry mate. I did warn you.""Hehe, it's ok." Alan combed his fingers through his hair, a quirk he had developed around the Yogscast girls. "I suck at these types of games.""I'm pretty good at sucking." Nina gave Alan a slight wink, so quick that he wondered if he had imagined it. "Anyway, I gotta get going. This mural ain't going to paint itself. It was nice talking to you, Alan. Next time, we'll have to play a game you're good at. Just try not to rim me as hard as I just did with you, haha.""Yeah, haha. I'll try."  Sophie, with her bag strapped around her neck, was standing impatiently by her desk when Alan sauntered back to their enclave. "Damn, the Alan Rizz really is working. First, Sarah, then Lydia, now Nina. I've gotta be careful." She had clearly been watching from afar, eyes fixated on her prey."Who says it hasn't already started working on you?" Alan's reply was bold, a jab, a direct confrontation. It almost knocked over Sophie's confidence. Almost. Sophie wasn't going to bend that easily. "Well...have I let you fuck me yet? Have I eye-fucked you? No, I didn't think so. Not so fast my American compadre. Not so fast."Sophie's retort would have unwavered the old Alan, made him tense up and mute. But that was the old Alan, discarded and forgotten. He knew Sophie's game now. He had evolved. Before he had been the apprentice, now he was nearly the master, setting the terms and standing his ground.He raised his eyebrows at Sophie, Alan sat down on his chair and lowered his glasses to have no obstructions between him and Sophie. He knew her game. It was a game of who could rattle the other first. He'd not be the first to lose."Fast? Who said I was going to be fast? I like to go slow. Really, really enjoy every inch. Take my time and really get all I can out of it, you know?" He smirked, and shrugged. "But I can also go fast, and hard. Really, just tell me what's your speed."Sophie chuckled, however a hint of nervousness on her. She felt her face grow hot. That damn Alan Rizz. "So what, want to go to the storage room and get it over with?' Sophie counterattacked."Eh, I'd prefer your place so your neighbors can hear you." A slash of the tongue.Sophie tiled her head. "Oh, so you want an audience? There's a lot of people here, you know?" She smirked.Alan shook his head. "Fine! Mouth o--""YO!" Ravs interrupted. Alan was stopped in his tracks at the new challenger. "I love this game!" He started. "Alan, want to go to the men's room and shit and piss all over each other?'Alan opened his mouth to answer, when Sophie's hand touched his shoulder. For his own good he'd better not answer."Ravs! For God's sake, stop trying to piss on the intern!" A distant Lewis voice could be heard. Apparently this conversation was no longer private.Sophie spectated from the sidelines. Ravs' uncivil remarks, Alan's flustering and Lewis' measly interventions - all of it just another typical day at Yogtowers. The exchange a microcosm of how hectic and confusing working at the Yogscast really was.Tugging on the sleeve of Alan's shirt, she nodded towards the exit. "Let's go. It's getting late."Alan grabbed his bag and followed after her, Ravs and Lewis' bickerings following them out of the office.  As they trudged through Queen's Square, Alan, surveying the area to make sure they were genuinely alone, asked, "where's Sarah? I didn't see her leave.""She went home early. She didn't have anything left to do, so Lewis let her go.""Right, right," he murmured."If it makes you feel better, she's working on this week's member show, and Luke isn't in. I'm sure if you put your magic to the test, you can win her back in no time.""As her friend, can't you do something?" He didn't want to sound desperate, but it came out as a plea nonetheless."I'm not wading into this one. Your mess, you clean up. You have her number right?" Alan nodded. "Good. Just send her a text tonight. If she responds, brilliant. If not, well..." Sophie left the thought hover in the air."Y-yeah, that's fair." Alan nodded to Sophie. He thought of Lydia and Sophie on the way home. Their recommendations made sense, and after bidding Sophie good bye at Faol Gaol Bridge, he sat down on his bed. Not in the mood to play on his Switch, he stared at his phone screen.The blank S where a picture should go, with the name "Sarah" above it. He wasn't sure if he should text her or not. He could imagine her getting angry for him being pushy and indeed pushing her away. On the other side, he could keep waiting and be told he probably lost interest for not pursuing her. He sighed.Placing his phone on his night stand, he blocked the screen and turned away from it.A second later he turned over and took the phone, and frantically started texting Sarah. His message had to be perfect, perfectly crafted, not aggressive but not too casual. Just the perfect level of friendly.[hey : ) ]Perfect! Now, a follow up.[So I guess I'm going to Paris. Lewis gave me his blessing and everything! Should I learn French?]He'd stare at the screen, wondering if she'd ever read the message. If the stars aligned she'd respond. Or maybe she'd simply block him. Anxiety was already building up inside him.  Sarah arrived back at her home quarter-to-five, drained and exhausted. Slinging her leather bag onto the sofa, she lumbered into the kitchen to make herself dinner. I just need to take my mind off these things, it's too distracting.While she cooked up a pasta, the smells of pesto and cheese emanating through the air, her mind continued to race with the dilemma at the office. She worried that her absence at her desk would send a wrong signal to Alan, driving him further away. She worried that news of their fling would break out in the office and threaten not just her reputation, but her job as well.Lewis doesn't like employees sleeping with each other. What will he think? Would I get into trouble?To distract herself, Sarah decided to begin her third marathon of Succession. But no matter how hard she tried to concentrate on the show in front of her, anxieties about the consequences bombarded her, inundating her mind with images of how Alan had looked on the morning of the Saturday.She began to stare at her phone screen. On her contact list, the blank A, with the name "Alan" above it. Her fingers itched with anxiety.Lydia told me to text. But how? What should I say? Hope you enjoyed being ignored all week? I shouldn't have distanced myself from him. It's only made things worse. If I had sat down with him, like an adult, we could've worked through it, together.Before she could decide, however, a message popped up on her screen, the glow of the phone illuminating her face.Alan: [hey :)]Sarah's heartbeat quickened, her muscles tensed. Shit, he made the first move. I can't ignore him now.As she begun typing her response, Alan's second response came through. Oh nice, he's going to Paris!Sarah: [Oui]  A group of men, all dressed in white lab coats, waited patiently until the one in front of them, checking some data on a screen, spoke out. "We have activity, gentlemen!" And everyone clapped. That was what happened on Alan's mind. By just receiving three letters and an emoji, he felt like he had won the world heavy-weight UFC championship. Already he could feel the thrill of possibility, but he knew he'd have to keep things civil, at least until he knew where he and Sarah stood.Sarah: [Are you going to pick up a beret and a white striped shirt as well, to fit in?  Boba's really good at French. If she comes this year, you should ask her for some free lessons]. Messaging with Alan had reinvigorated her, erasing her past worries and replacing them with the same level of energy and enthusiasm she first had when they traded banter at the office.Alan: [She does? I didn't remember that, that's cool! Maybe I can bribe her with some unedited footage that doesn't get into the videos, hahaha.][But I should! We will have someone to nerd over with about the old videos hahaha.][Yes! Boba is so funny and silly! She's the best person to hang around with at these events. Last year's was made legendary by her inclusion]Despite everything that had happened between them from Saturday to now, Sarah didn't feel any of it. The burden had been lifted. Her and Alan were back on speaking terms, and were as natural as ever.[I'll try not to fanboy too much then, hahahaha]. He remembered what Lewis told him to do, and feeling just a bit of anxiety at pushing things, especially because of work, he bit the bullet. [Also, Lewis told me to send you over some papers for the TwitchCon stuff. Like, copies of my passport and stuff. Can I bring them tomorrow?]His request was not necessary, but Alan wanted to give Sarah an out. He may be disguising it as work, but in truth he was asking her if he could talk to her at the office tomorrow. Just to not be stuck in the virtual zone with her forever.Sarah: [Sure! I would love to. We've got another few months to go anyway, so no rush, but it's always good to get it sorted as soon as possible]. Lydia was right. Messaging him over the phone was the perfect first step before jumping back into it. Just take it slowly, and you'll be fine.Alan's eyes read over the text a few times, a smile on his face. "No rush." That made it resonate with him. Then, all of the sudden, he thought of something. Maybe he could show her he liked her in a more traditional way. However, the words were still true. [Sure! No rush hehe.] He'd have to talk to Daf, at some point. Maybe tomorrow, if he had the chance. He quickly made himself a reminder to personally thank Lydia for what she did. He owed her a drink or something, at the very least.[Have you ever watched Succession? I'm currently on my third rewatch  I'm obsessed with this show! Highly recommend]. She knew that the events of last weekend were still raw, that there was still an unspoken conversation to be had about who they were - what they were - but, like some child, she decide to procrastinate and kick the can down the road.Alan: [Don't think I have. I know Reddit goes crazy over it every 2 weeks or so hahaha]He got excited and started writing an extra message.Alan: [Maybe we could watch it toget-]. He stopped and began to backtrack, deleting the message. [Should I watch it? What's it about? I'm a bit scared of getting into big shows since GoT  ]Sarah: [OMG! Same hahaha. That last season ruined me! You should 100% watch Succession. It finished last year and thankfully didn't end like GOT]. A part of her wondered what it would be like watching it with Alan, his arms wrapped tightly around her, like they had been on the night they had watched It Follows. She wondered if she would ever experience that warmth again. The thought made her dejected.Alan: [ah cool! It's finished? And they hired like, writers for the ending? Now you're convincing me.] He gulped, the lingering thought of asking her to watch it with him would maybe work or simply push her away. It was a similar situation that led to them having sex in the first place. Not that he regretted making out on Sarah's couch. Already he could remember the smell of her body, so close to him. [So, you're watching the show rn? let me know if i'm taking you away from the sexy old guys in suits hahahaha]. Maybe he was pushing it. He hoped it'd be taken as the joke that was.Sarah: [Mmmhh, Brian Cox is a very irresistible GILF. My eyes do keep getting drawn to the screen]I hope he doesn't take this to mean I want to stop talking. She decided to quickly follow it up with another reply.Sarah: [But I have seen it a few times now, so his charms aren't as powerful  ]Without the crushing burden of the office environment and the fear of being overheard or scrutinized, Sarah felt content messaging with Alan over text. She could infer a lot through just a few words.Alan chuckled and quickly wrote back. [I know what you mean, I too fantasize of his beard tickling me when I kiss him]. He reread he comment and felt a tinge of panic. He hoped Sarah didn't take it as him wanting to kiss. It was a silly joke only. He considered deleting the message, but decided to keep it playful. [hahaha, jk. I know he's yours. ]. Was that better or worse? Cringe was never an exact science. He waited with bated breath at Sarah's reaction.Sarah: [Haha, we can share him. You on the weekends, me on weekdays]Alan was being playful, so she decided she would be as well. Light banter might just be what's needed to heal their divide.Alan chuckled. [Sounds like a plan! Let's share, then. We can be Cox-buddies.]He quickly added another message to let the joke sink in. [nvm on the name. I just googled it and its bad.]Sarah: [ Too late. Already looked it up. Worst mistake of my life!]The casual tone of their conversation was relieving. There was no judgment, no scrutiny, no resentment. It was just like it had been before the nightclub, two friends shooting the shit. But deep down, Sarah knew that she yearned for more. That she could see herself and Alan in a different relationship. She just wasn't sure how to communicate that to him, or if she should at all.A small smile formed on his face as he read the message. He could picture her voice saying it, her giggling afterwards. Her cute eyes sparkling when she knew she was being silly.He began typing. [hahahaha! We're a couple of dum dums, I guess. But I missed this.]He didn't press SEND, however. Instead, he deleted the message into something different.Alan: [hahahaha! We're dum dums, I guess. But I missed this.]Yet he didn't press send. Alan let out a sigh as he edited the message once again.Alan: [I missed you.]Shaking his head, he felt a bit of frustration in his mind. He tried to remain positive and keep it casual.Alan: [hahaha, told you!]He wasn't too satisfied with that. Fuck it. He pushed just one more time.Alan: [This is nice. I can't be stupid with Soph, she gets mad  ]Sarah: [I knoooooowwwwwww! She takes things too seriously. She's not silllyy like us  ]Sarah shared Alan's frustration. Sophie was a good friend and had helped her through some tough times, but she wasn't that great at just fucking around. She could be oddly serious and mature when she wanted to.Alan: [Preach it sister!]He'd never disagree with anyone's opinion of Sophie. It was strange how laid back she was yet not silly. She was fun but not playful. It made her hard to read at times.Alan: [It's nice to be silly with you, tho. You're legit the only person I can yell "Scoop it up with your fucking hands!" in the office and they'd not run away,]Maybe he was dialing it up a bit too much. Alan knew he had to calm down on that end. He checked the time. Maybe it was time he headed to bed and let the good moments not drag on too much for the first day.Sarah: [And bring it back! Bring me back a few handfuls of oil, I'll shove it up my ass, and then we can go into space  ]Alan: [I love that video so much, haha. I watch it every now and then]Sarah: [Same! It's a classic!]Alan wondered what lay in the future for their relationship - or was it even a relationship? To him, it seemed like a weird hybrid of romance and camaraderie, each side pulling them in different directions, leaving them confused and stunned. Not wanting to ruin their relationship so soon after they had returned to speaking terms, Alan decided to tone his flirting down and steer the conversation to the next day.Alan: [It's getting really late, and I'm getting really tired  Talk with you tomorrow!]Sarah: [Haha, me too. See you tomorrow!]As Alan laid his head down on his pillow that night, his mind felt light and blissful for the first time since Saturday morning. Any worries he had of Sarah ignoring him had quickly dissipated. He knew that tomorrow was an opportunity to right his wrongs, to reset his relationship with Sarah, and pave the way forward for a brighter future where she played a pivotal role.

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When Alan woke in the early hours of Thursday morning, he was exhausted. After taking a shower to really wash the sleepiness away, he checked his phone, hoping to see more messages from Sarah but was only met with one from his mobile operator, pestering him to upgrade his contract.Leaving home, he met Sophie at the usual spot on the bridge. For some reason, she looked more animated than usual."Morning, glasses." She smirked as she joined his side. Alan was not sure if he was being bullied now by her."Glasses?" He wasn't expecting Sophie to know his nickname at school from grades 4 to 9.Sophie snickered. "Lydia told me she called you glasses the other day, and you piped down like a dog that was yelled at. It was kinda funny." Alan admitted that did sound funny. He just hoped it wouldn't stick."So...how did it go?" She asked, nudging him."How did what go?" Alan asked, oblivious."You and Sarah. She messaged me last night, said you two had been talking.""Oh, yeah...it went surprisingly well,” he admitted, gently rubbing his hair. “We're on speaking terms again now. Honestly, it feels like a massive burden has been lifted off my back. That's all I could think about for the past few days...whether she would speak to me again.""That's really good to hear, dude." Sophie gave him a light punch on one of his shoulders. "Glad you sorted it out. Was feeling like a graveyard not having you two sharing banter at the desks."  Summer made its presence known as they strolled across Queen's Square, harassing them with an unbearable heat. Alan found himself tugging at his collar, sweat already dripping down his back."Ugh, I didn't realise British summers could be so hot. You guys are known for your rain and gloom, not this. The summers back in Oregon were never this bad.""You should've worn something other than a jumper and jeans then, my dude."Sarah was working diligently at her desk when they walked in. The sight of her gave Alan a pan of relief and anxiety.Still, Alan couldn’t help but smile now the situation had been resolved. Even though he didn’t communicate his thoughts with her, Sophie could tell what he was smiling about. She could tell the guy was infatuated with the short pale girl. Maybe it was their shared nationality that had made them bond so fast. Yet, she felt uneasy by his look directed at Sarah. Sophie shrugged, trying not to delve too deep in the mind of the intern.Briony and Kirsty were there, talking to Lewis as he gestured towards his computer screen. He turned towards Alan and Sophie and, speaking faster than normal, beckoned Sophie."Sophie! There you are! Get your ass over here. I don't have all day!" Lewis's haste made the cute pair next to him giggle. Alan, unsure what was happening, wished Sophie luck before approaching his desk.It didn't take him long to feel anxious, his heart beating faster. He had to be casual. "Morning." He said with an awkward smile as he sat down, his eyes already admiring the girl next to him. Sarah looked cute as she turned her head to him, with a bright smile.Today, to accommodate the summer heat, she was wearing a casual outfit - a white blouse covered in red cherries, and accentuated by jet-black jeans, half-torn. Her face looked fresh and aglow, radiating in the summer rays that were streaming in through the blinds."Top of the mooorrrniiinnggg!" She replied, laughing as she did so. It was like no time had passed at all. The memories of the Saturday morning a distant nightmare. "Did you bring in the papers?"Alan join in the laugh, after that greeting there was no way he couldn't. Fuck, she's so cute. Alan thought."You look cute." FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK Alan mentally yelled at himself. Damned be his lack of self-control! He had to fix this, his brain going into overdrive. "I-I mean yo-your blouse cute...your blouse looks cute." He tried to backtrack. Here he was again, he took a deep breath."Papers!" He turned away from her to dig into his pack to find his Passport, Work visa and other things he was told to bring by Mr. Brindleberry himself.Alan's compliment had turned Sarah's cheeks as red as the cherries on her blouse. He does still like me. The reminder of his love gave her butterflies in her stomach. Blushing, Sarah said, "Thank youuu sooo mucch!" In her nervous state, she gave out a light giggle.As she took his documents, she couldn't help but stare up at him, her eyes lingering on his', staring deep into those emerald pools. Recomposing herself, she turned her attention to the papers. "Wow...wow, there's...a lot of stuff here! I'm going to be busy, hehe. But it's all worth it for you to come with us to Paris.""Hehe, yeah I was...surprised Lewis told me it's fine to go. He asked me some weird questions about French people, but yeah." He began nervously scratching the back of his head as he spoke, adjusting his glasses. His face was still a deep red. He picked at his clothes a bit, feeling somewhat hot even in the office."So, anything I should know about, so I can prepare? Like...what's going to Cons for work like?"Sarah noticed that he was as bright-red as her, whether from the heat or the embarrassment, she couldn't tell. The way he tugged at his shirt was a tease. A part of her still wanted to see Alan naked, to feel his pale body, to caress his abs, to feel his c -
Snap out of it, Sarah. You're in the office, surrounded by work colleagues!
"Oh, erm..." She racked her brains, trying to think of an adequate response. "It's really fun...I wouldn't even call it work, really. We go out, meet some fans, go drinking and that's pretty much it. It's really laid back. I just hope that every will be able to come again. Boba said she would, but I don't know if that's changed.""Meeting fans, huh?" Alan blinked, wondering what it'd be like to be on the other end of that. He came to the office as a worker, not as a fan. He wanted to take a picture with Lydia, or with Ravs or Daf, but now he'd gone past that sort of relationship and it'd be weird. He gets to do much more than just greet and a picture."Well, go out, drink and have fun sounds pretty good. I mean, Lewis told me it's also because we need to work, but yeah."Alan nodded. "I guess I'll be holding the camera if you want to make a video out of it. Or something, I don't know." He shrugged. This was exciting.Paris. Just thinking of spending a few days there with Sarah sounded incredible. Maybe he could find a way to show her a romantic gesture. It was a very popular place for romance, after all. Then again, who knew if they'd have time to even do some touristy. "Never been to Paris. I hope I get to see the city a bit.""You will!" She had assembled the papers on her desk. Considering how many there were, it would take her most of the morning to sift through them, and that's if she was lucky. "We usually book a few days - a day or two at the convention, and then another day or two to look around and immerse ourselves in the local culture."The thought of walking around Paris - the city of love - with Alan was too exhilarating to think about. Only two months now. Patience, Sarah."Yeah, I guess you and Luke can do some filming. We'll probably want to save some footage for the members. Speaking of which, do you mind helping me later with another video. It won't take too long, just a few minutes. I need to film an introduction. Luke's off today."Luke's off today. Those words were like water to a traveller in the desert. Maybe Alan should start bribing Luke to be away more often. 'I'd love to! I don't have much to do today." That wasn't a lie. Matt had given him some recommendations for tweaks on the editing of a video for Game's Night. The footage was already cut, he just needed to add some effects and show it before he finished it. He was already opening up the video and his software to begin editing. It wouldn't take him the better part of the day. Though he did have something he wanted to look into today as well."Random question. Is Daf in today?" He asked Sarah, just before looking around for him."Er, yeah, I think so. I'm pretty sure I saw him as I came in."Alan looked lost in thought, as if he had a plan of his own. Of what, Sarah couldn't say."Cool" Alan smiled at Sarah and nodded, though he didn't seem inclined to share why he needed Daf for.Alan would continue his work, but he'd steal a glance at Sarah every so often. He felt like a highschooler again, looking at his crush in the middle of class.It was because she looked so cute that he couldn't keep his eyes off her. He would need help to avoid going too fast with her, especially when they start filming.  The hours ticked by and the office churned onwards. The silence was only broken up by brief spates of banter between Lewis and Ben, the occasional yell of Ravs from the streaming room, and the clanking of the office keyboards, already aging with dust. Alan finished up his editing project while Sarah perservered with the charity portfolio.At around 11:50, Sarah swirled around in her chair, tapped Alan on the shoulder and asked, "Ready?"Sarah managed to catch a glimpse of what Alan was doing, which was adding some effects and explosions to Ben and Lewis' miniatures war game. Alan seemed to be having fun, putting details like sound effects and bullets hitting the plastic figures before the footage showed the unit on the floor, presumably dead."...just a moment...Ready." He said, clicking on save. For a very explicable reason, Alan was in a good mood. "So, where to? Games' Night room? Queen's Park?" The substitute cameraman asked Sarah."To Queen's Square!" She bellowed, pointing in the direction for dramatic effect. They both shared a giggle from the ridiculousness of it.  Like a lost puppy, the intern dutifully followed Sarah into the games night room, scooped up the camera, walked through the blue doors that led to the office, and out into the fresh air of Bristol."Ok, this shouldn't take long. Just stand over there -" she pointed to a lamppost adjacent to the common. "- and just film me." She shrugged. "Oh, Luke does try to shake it up by moving or panning the camera, so if you could do that, that would be great!"Getting to enjoy the summer air with Sarah in the park was amazing already, getting paid by the hour was icing on the cake. Alan made sure he remembered how to work the camera. He was too used to his desk and software and needed a moment to properly set the camera. The excuse of the low-budget, low effort style of Members stuff was no excuse to half-ass things on his end.Reminding himself to show Sarah in a normal TV-like way and now what he liked of her most was the hard part, but once he felt confident he let the star know."Okay, I think I can do something like that." Alan told her. The artist in him didn't want to try and replicate Luke's work, and instead make it his own. He'd make sure to capture Sarah's expressions, and maybe try to put some emotion and "realism" to the camera's movements. Almost like the camera was another person witnessing the ball of concentrated colour and chaos that was Sarah Robertson.Clapping her hands together, Sarah broke out into a light dance, emphasising her contorted facial expressions to heighten her eccentricity. "What's up, members?! Welcome back to another episode of the member's show! And wow, what a lovely, sunny day in Bristol. The perfect day for some....some frisbee...or Tennis!"Alan could tell that Sarah was making up shit as she went along. There were no scripts prepared for the Members Show. No organisation, no preparation -  the Yogscast guarantee!Alan made his best to maintain her pace, showing off her best sides without focusing too much on her legs as she danced, panning and facing upwards when she mentioned summertime, a rare clear day in Bristol, and zooming out as she mentioned sports, so it was clear she was in the park.Alan remained quiet as he hid did his work, though he smiled as he watched Sarah work her magic on camera. While the camera did not catch his reactions to her at all, it could certainly catch Sarah's to his smile as he made sure to get good enough footage.Sarah would do her best to avoid laughing as she kept up her act. 'So why don't we check on Tom while he...does something fun!" She stopped there, Alan still filming as he manually zoomed in on her face, the uncertainty on her face showing with every second, her little eyebrows contorting as she had no idea what the next clip edited might even be.Sarah broke then, covering her mouth. "Cut?" Alan asked, stifling his laughter. The cherry-covered girl nodded, hand blocking her cute laugh as her face got red from embarrassment."Very professional. Wow. 10/10." Alan said, stopping the recording. As soon as the pressure of whatever they did committed into video, Alan could not contain the urge of laughing too. "This is gonna be amazing on the full video. Also, whoever is editing this, cut me out of the video." Alan requested into the camera."You're the editor! You cut yourself out!' Sarah said, still laughing.Still giggling, Sarah gave Alan a light punch. "Thanks for that! You probably did a better job than Luke, haha. He usually just pans in and out and that's it."That lightest of punches was a signal. A revelation made to Alan. A portent of great things. Sarah had, perhaps inadvertedly, broken the physical barrier between them. She had shown him it was fine for some tapping and nudging. Alan would not make use of this once-again-granted freedom, but he could see it being of great use."Do you ever check what footage the others make or is it a complete surprise?" Alan had always been curious about the inner workings of the members show, and he thought he might as well use his insider access to uncover the mystery."Never. They usually tell me what they've filmed, but I don't really see it until the final video has been edited." Gesturing to the camera nestled in between his arm, she asked, "Do you think you'll edit yourself out? You can keep yourself preserved inside a Yogscast video! When the real Alan dies, your legacy will live on!""Ah!” He waved her away. “You need me working the backstage, moving the spotlights and adding laser blasts and all the cool shit." Alan said, pretending editors in the Yogscast had never taken front and center stage before. Editors were uncharismatic, unless they were named Joe Hickson.Alan noticed he and Sarah were standing pretty close. Closer than what their desks usually had them. He knew they weren't dating or anything, but there was something undeniably...intimate about being outside with her.Sarah could feel Alan's breath caressing her, warm and inviting, mixed with the unmistakable scent of mint toothpaste. She could physically feel the intimacy between them. It was tangible. It didn't just manifest itself physically, but emotionally as well.Hearing him degrade himself nearly made her shout out. She wanted to passionately defend him, to compliment him, to tell him how attractive he was, how desirable he was. But when she went to vocalise those thoughts, her throat clenched up, tightening as if some invisible hand was strangling her. All she could manage was a small squeak."Maybe....one day...other editors have appeared in front of the camera - Tom and Ben. Harry and Luke. Craig. Maybe members will be chanting for Alan..." She suggested meekly.Alan tilted his head at Sarah. Her words were not wrong, and it sounded kind of nice, actually. The man let a small smile creep up to his face. "Chanting?" He asked, letting out a giggle. The idea of people calling him out and enjoying his personality sounded great, but Alan has seen the other side of it too. He'd witnessed very toxic things on the internet too, and that terrified him. "One day." He compromised with her. "But not today". He looked down at the camera, almost playing the footage back, but decided not to, to preserve her tradition of not seeing the end result."I'll save this, though. Keep it somewhere. It's too fun not to keep." He said, giving the camera a tap. "So, do you need any other things filmed?" He gulped, turning to Sarah."Hehe, not today. That's all really for the members show this week. And you should definitely keep that clip." She said, pointing to the camera. "It's too good to delete." Sarah felt the sudden urge to stand on her tiptoes and kiss the Oregon native, but resisted it anyway. She couldn't make her feelings known, not this soon anyway and definitely not this close to the office."Should we -" Sarah nodded back towards Yogtowers "- go back in?"The question felt like an invitation. Not to go into the office with her, but instead to stay outside, away from prying eyes and enjoy the day out with her. Alan could stand quietly outside a construction site and still have a good time with this girl.‘Can we stay like this a little longer’ was the question in his mind, one he dared not ask. He decided to let it go."We should, shouldn't we?" He asked with just a bit of disappointment. Though he kept a small smile, accepting of this situation.The pair went back into the office, Alan would make sure to return the camera to the rack it belonged to and extract the memory card to get access to the footage.  As soon as they entered the main office area, Alan saw Daf making his way into the editor's room."That was exhausting, I could use a drink." Sarah said in an exaggerated tone. "We work so hard, we deserve a break." She added with a comical wink in Alan's direction. "Wanna get a coffee or some tea?" She asked him, her eyes looking to the side as she specified. "Here in the kitchen I mean." She added, sheepishly.Tempted to say yes, Alan let out a small nervous giggle. "Actually, I wanted to talk to Daf about something. I just saw him so I'll go get him before he merges into the walls or something." He hoped his explanation came out sincere. He'd rather hang out with Sarah but his own anxiety made him want to ensure everything was neatly done.Staring into those pools of emerald light, Sarah thought she noticed the unmistakable sign of hesitation, of a divided mind, embroiled in a state of conflict. It looks like he would rather stay with me, but has more urgent business. Or was that just what she wanted to see?She acted cool, pretending it didn't bother her. But it did. "Oh ok, no big deal. I think I saw Lydia back there anyway, so I'll get a drink with her." Gone was her playful attitude, replaced by a detached voice. "I'll catch up with you later." She added with a smile, but Sarah could not hide her disappointment.A feeling of guilt welled up inside Alan. He mentally promised he'd make up for that by doing something nice for Sarah today. Maybe he could convince her to go get ice cream or some other summer activity soon."Sure thing, be back in a mo'." Alan said, keeping a positive attittude. It'll be worth it, he told himself as he walked over to Daf.  Alan managed to catch up to Daf on the carpeted hallways that led out of the editor's room. "Daf! Hey!" Alan called out to him, getting the attention of the blond Welshman. "Heyo, Alan." Daf’s accent was still very thick despite how long he'd lived in England."So, weird question but remember what you told me about the keyboards last week?" Alan asked, getting a bit closer to the man. Dad shrugged and nodded. "Yeah, what about them? Did Lewis tell you to give them to charity or something?" Alan shook his head at Daf's question."He hasn't said anything about them, but I was wondering...if I could just take one." Daf appeared nonplussed. "Like, you want to borrow one? Most o' them don't really work." Daf explained, scratching his chin.Alan nodded. "Okay, real talk. I want one to destroy it. Like, I'd essentially break the whole thing. I kinda need one and instead of buying one I could use one of the old ones that don't work." He didn't need to charm or convince Daf, but be honest. He was a practical guy.Daf shrugged. "I guess? The only one to notice would be me. Sure, I guess. You know where they are?" Daf asked. With a shake of the head, Alan responded:  "Not really.""Alright. Let's go." Daf said, checking his phone for the time and taking off with an Alan in tow.  While Alan conversed with Daf, Sarah made her way to the lounge area where Lydia was sprawled out on one of the office's bean bags."Hey babe!" She called out as the young American sauntered over."Hey!"It was just the two of them. Joe, who had been sitting on the opposite bean bag, had just left, greeting Sarah as he walked past."Looks like you two have made up then." Lydia announced cheerfully. "I saw you were chatting as you came in.""Yeah!"Leaning in, under her breath, Lydia asked, "he didn't try and fuck you again did he?"Sarah blushed. "No. No, he - we just filmed some stuff for the members' video. It was nice. What you said about the texting, it worked. It cleared up all animosity.""Good! I am a seer after all."The two shared a laugh."What do you think you'll do - about you and him?""I...I don't know. I do like him...but I'm scared about jumping into a fully-fledged relationship so soon. Like you said, I need to take things slowly."Lydia nodded affirmatively. "Mmmhhh, that's probably for the best. Just don't take too long though. He's a looker. I might try and cajole him if you give up." A tease, but one Sarah took to heart. Alan was conventionally attractive, there was no denying that, and single. It wouldn't be long before he moved on or someone else ensneared him in their trap. Sarah would have to be wary.  Alan came out of the storage room, right after Daf. Down the stairs, this was one of the more isolated places in the office. Alan would guess the entire building was abandoned if he only saw this place."Thanks a lot, Daf." he thanked the Welshman who shrugged with a very neutral look. "A'right, don't mention it pal." He responded. Alan had a shiny new keyboard in hard. If by shiny you meant dusty and by new you meant unusable. Still, this is all he needed.The two escaped the abandoned pit of the office and went up the stairs back to the main room. Alan made his way to his stuff and put the keyboard in his bag. He didn't do it secretively, as to not look guilty of any crime."No wonder I'm sneezing. I'm allergic to nerd." Soph said as Alan approached. He chuckled, looking at the welsh lady."If that were true, you'd be red and bloated the moment you passed through the doors." Alan responded with a grin.She smirked at that. "True. You're just one nerd in a sea of other nerds. But yet, you manage to outperform all the others in how lame you are. It's actually an accomplishment. I'm impressed."Alan knew the drill now. Sophie showed her affect by bombarding people with jabs and insults, trying to get under their skin. The only way you could fight back was by resisting and exchanging fire. "It's kinda impressive that you manage to do nothing around the office all day and still not get fired."Incoming fire. Direct hit!"Ouch, haha. That's a good one. Maybe Lewis is blind." She suggested. "He never should've lost those glasses in that canal."The reference was an old one, but Alan remembered it well. The reminder of Lewis being pushed into the canal by Simon on that boat brought a stupid, big grin to Alan's face. He couldn't not laugh. "I bet a committed Yognaught has dived in there and retrieved them. It's like a holy site in the Yogscast canon. If I ever visit that place, I'm jumping in and grabbing them.""I'm sure Lewis would promote you."Alan shrugged. He considered himself a good swimmer. Yet, he wasn't going to brag. "Knowing me, I'd lose my glasses in there too."Sophie chortled. "Hey that could be a new tradition! Throw your glasses in the Lewis pool." she proposed with a snicker."That's littering, and it's kinda illegal." Alan, being the good boy he was, felt the urge to remind Sophie of that. He sat down next to Sophie, on his desk even though he didn't have anything else to do. His smile was ever present. Today was a good day.Sophie noticed this too. The nerdy guy was a full 180 from how he was yesterday. Lydia had worked her magic, it seemed. She wondered if this would be the end of their banter if him and Sarah got together. A part of Sophie would be fine with that, maybe even happy but another side of her liked shooting the shit with Alan. Then again, nothing was set in stone yet."So, the Alan Rizz turned on today?" Sophie asked, swiveling her chair towards Alan, laying back on it, relaxed. Alan immediately knew what she was referring to. "Wh-what? Like with...No, no. Sarah and I were being like, friendly is all."Sophie raised her chin at that, unsure of how honest he was being. "Well, that means you can still play around on Tinder, at least."Alan snorted. "Yeah...Tinder. Honestly, I tried. I really did. But none of the girls on there - clicked.""Well, once you've been around a goddess like this -" The Welsh vixen gestured to herself, with her rosy cheeks, her raven hair, her green pastel nails, and her thick eyeliner. "- every day, any girl looks bland in comparison.""That's probably it. And - no matter how desperate I become, I will never spend £10, £20 or £50 on that fucking app. It would be more productive and less shameful to just hire a prostitute."Sophie chuckled. "I dunno mate. Considering the state your hair is in, I think prostitutes around here are going to be charging more than £50 for a blowie.""Thanks. You're a great friend, you know that?"  A few minutes later, as Alan begun working on his assigned project, Nina materalised from one of the other cubicles, several paintbrushes clutched in her fist. Her appearance was an unusual, but not an unwelcome one."Alan!" She piped up. The artist was wearing a skirt as black as her hair and a white t-shirt draped in a light blue cardigan. "Seeing as you're such a magnanimous, kind, benevolent guy, would you mind helping a poor damsel in distress?"Alan was mesmerised. "Uh...w-why? What do you need my help for?""I need you to stay over the night - not the full night obviously, but like an hour or two. Lewis asked me to decorate the office for an event tomorrow. Why he decided to leave it this late, I don't know. And I can't be fucking arsed to do it all by myself. Would really help if there was someone else to fuck around with.""Have you asked any of the others? What about Sarah? Or Lydia?""I've asked all of them, and they all told me to fuck off. Let me guess, you're going to say the same thing? Alan, can you really say no to this face?" Nina, jutting out her lip and widening her eyes, looked at him longingly. It reminded Alan of the tactic Puss in Boots would use in the Shrek movies.Alan wanted to go home after work, maybe text Sarah a bit, or possibly ask her out for coffee or something. Maybe it'd be a bit too pushy or fast for him, but staying in the office after hours seemed like a chore. Alan was good with his hands, but not at handicrafts or decoration."Uhhh..." He tried to think up of an excuse, but nothing came to mind. He could not deny Nina was cute. "Fine." He said, dejected.Nina raised her arms up in celebration. "Gottem!" She declared victoriously, even doing a little dance on her chair."But I suck at decorating!" Alan attempted to retaliate, just a bit. However, Nina was having none of it. "You'll be fine! It's just simple household work."Alan looked over at Sarah, who was talking to Lydia. He sighed. There was always tomorrow. Besides, he liked Nina. He could be doing a lot worse."What kinda event do we have tomorrow anyways?" Alan asked.Nina shrugged. "Some charity event. They're coming over to give Lewis some plaque and stuff. Like the Wallace and Gromit thing, you know?" she explained, and Alan nodded."Gotcha. I guess I should consider ordering dinner." Alan said. It was almost time to go, or rather, for everyone else to go. With a few stragglers, the office was usually empty after 6:00pm.At around 6:15pm, when everyone else had departed from the office, Lewis, scarf wrapped around his neck and bag slung over his shoulder, approached the two to give them his warm regards. "Thanks so much for doing this guys. I really appreciate it! Sorry for not telling you earlier, Nina. I've been overwhelmed by emails and it distracted me! You guys are ok to lock up?""Yeah, we'll be fine," Nina said. Alan nodded."Good, good. Try not to burn the office down, you two."

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After biding the Lebanese boy farewell, the two started on the task at hand. "Ok, let's do this!” Nina exclaimed, rubbing her hands together. “Alan, I need you to start decorating the kitchen. In that box, there should be some flags and decorative banners. Take them and hang them around the kitchen. I'll start over here in the main office space."Walking over to a cardboard box slammed down in the middle of the office, Alan found a collection of decorative banners in a myriad of colours. He also found balloons and Wallace and Gromit themed plates."Okay?" Alan was already unsure how to go about this. "Is there like, a pattern I should go for or--"Nina smiled to herself before turning to look at Alan. "It's the Yogscast, dude. It's never about quality." She raised an excellent point, one Alan could not argue with.Taking the box over to the kitchen, he began to do his work, hanging a banner above the kitchen sink, and inflating some balloons. Alan was relying exclusively on his Sims 4 experience and literally nothing else.It took Alan several small breaks to find materials like scissors, tape and things to hang things from. Nina was, thankfully, very patient with him.Meanwhile, Alan had found a way to entertain himself, watching Nina kneel down gave him a good look at her round butt. Should he even be looking at her that way? He WAS single, after all. But she was married.  Nina broke the silence. "Hey, we should get dinner. I'm feeling sushi....but delivery is expensive. So, how about pizza? You're American, you like pizza, right?" Nina asked him with a smirk."What kind of question is that?! I love pizza! Yeah, let's order some. I'll pay.""Oh, you don't have to!" Nina responded, lightly. Alan couldn't detect the slightest hint of protest."No, I insist! I don't -”"Ok!" Nina shouted cheerfully, quicker than Alan would have liked, but he resigned to paying it himself. The least he could do is pay for a cheap take-away.While Nina tried to untangle herself from the banners she had unfurled, Alan made a quick order - two pepperoni pizzas, one with ketchup, the other with garlic mayo.The order arrived nearly 30 mins later, just as Alan and Nina finished decorating the kitchen. They ate into it like starved beasts.Garlic Mayo coating her lips, Alan couldn't help but conjure up the image of another substance running down Nina's neck. And it seemed like Nina had the same idea because, as she was looking at herself with her phone's camera, she said, "Oh, no! I look just like I do when I come back from one of my exes, haha."Alan froze in place as he watched her scarlet tongue lick up the excess liquid, writhing around her mouth and lips. His throat clenched up. The earlier confidence was gone."Don't worry. I usually clean up myself. I'm a good girl like that." She gave Alan a slow wink while the red worm finished its job. The mood had suddenly changed. Alan felt more aware of the fact that they were the only two there, and it was late, and only growing darker.Giving a slight, awkward laugh, Alan jumped to his feet. "Well, I better start work on the - the other side of the desk area."A tinge of guilt built up in Alan as his mind conjured up images of Nina. He was building up a good thing with Sarah; he could have asked her out today, maybe. Would it be fine if Sarah were to...do things with other men? They were just friends after all.The opposite was true. He was, by all accounts, single. If anything were to happen, it'd be fine. Right?Alan noticed he'd been hanging up the same wall hanger three times already. He had to refocus. She was just teasing him. He'd have to play her game."That was nice and salty, huh?" Nina said, licking one of her fingers. Alan let out a small groan. "T-the chips were nice." He smirked, looking over at Nina who was inspecting one of the decorations."Okay, Alan. We need to hang this fucker from up there." She pointed to the ventilation tubes above them, high in the ceiling. They kept a ladder specifically for this, but it was still a climb up."So, I guess one of us tops and the other bottoms. Which would you rather be?" Nina grinned as she brought the ladder over."Er...er..." Alan.exe had stopped working."I'm more of a switch," Nina said, winking.This has to be one of her games. Nina was known for her array of innuendoes. She finally got me isolated and is now tormenting me with her arsenal of weapons. "Er, I...t-top...top." It was only 11 degrees and Alan was already sweating."Oooohh, we've got a man in the house, ladies and gentlemen, haha. I'll hold the ladder nice and firm. Try not to squish me.""Y-yeah, haha." Alan laughed nervously. He was half afraid Nina was going to pull the ladder from underneath his feet.The most unconfident top made his way up the ladder. Step by step, he realized if he fell, there was no way in hell Nina would try and break his fall. He was fucked. Better not to fall, then."Have I told you I like 'em tall?" Nina looked up as she threw a joke his way.Alan was too rattled by the height he couldn’t think of a good comeback. "So this is how Lydia feels like." He said, nervously as he began to tie the hanger from one of the tubes. It'd be easier if the fucking thing didn't tangle itself again.The ladder tumbled only once, but Nina proved loyal and not at all tried to kill him. The way down was much, much more relaxing than the way up.Alan felt Nina's palm on his back. "Not bad, dude. And it doesn't look too shit." Nina said, admiring his work. Alan felt his legs would collapse any minute, so he slumped down on one of the sofas on the lounge area, apparently done with this extra assignment."Fuuuck." Alan said letting his head rest against the back of the sofa."Aww, dude, you look stressed. Want me to help you out?" She left the activity unspoken, but Alan could decipher what she meant."Haha, very funny.""No, I'm being deadly serious." She strolled over to where he was sitting. From how he had sunk into the sofa, Nina towered over him, her jet-black hair cast against the office's lights like a halo on an angel. "It would be a quick two-minute job. I doubt you could last longer than that.""I'll have you know that I've lasted up to an hour in bed.""Oh, wow. An hour. Damn, watch out everybody. The CEO of sex has entered the building. Try six hours of continuously fucking and orgasming 10 times in a row."Alan wasn't sure whether to believe Nina's claim or not, but considering her prior experience, he wouldn't doubt it if it wasn't partly true. "Wish I hadn't spent £50 on that pizza. It would have been more productive just to pay a prostitute to give me a quick blowjob.""You don't need to waste any more money. I can give you one for free." Her voice oozed in lust. He noticed that her eyes were burning with a newfound spark, alight and wild. Before Alan could retort, Nina had already gotten down onto her knees, allowing Alan to peer down on her.Alan chuckled as Nina made the motion of getting on her knees. His laugh was slowly fading as, paralyzed he watched as Nina began unbuckling his pants. What was happening? He felt his own cock stir at the closeness of her to his member. This was getting a bit too serious."W-woah, woah! Okay. Too much!" Alan tried to stop her, sitting up straight to stand up and push her way. But he was quickly stopped by Nina's palm on his stomach. It was not that she was strong enough to push him down, but how much she pressed on him that told him this was not a joke.Nina wore a grin as she finally undid Alan's pants, his boxers the only layer of cloth separating her from her prize. Already it was peeking in its confines. Alan was getting hard."N-Nina, we're in the office if someone comes in we're gonna g--" as soon as Nina unleashed his cock in the office, it was all over. She looked down at his growing member with a smile, a long-nailed finger touching the tip, his foreskin still covering it."Just relax, mate. No one needs to find out." She purred.“What about...Mark?” Alan didn’t want to interfere in their relationship.“Ah, don’t worry about him. We have a...sort of understanding.” Before Alan could ask what that understanding was, Nina was already gripping his cock and slowly, rhythmically began working the Orgeon-born intern's shaft up and down with an amused face.It was much bigger than she had anticipated. Her eyes widened at the sight of it and she guessed it must have translated onto her face, for Alan grew harder and harder with each passing second. With her hand grasped firmly around the intern's shaft, she began to slowly kiss Alan's stiff head, her ruby lips mixing with his gleaming glans.Alan tried to protest, but it fell on deaf ears. "N-Nina! We can't -" He squeaked, but the artist was already fast at work, pecking every inch of his cock, from the head to the base, slow and passionate. She had gotten him where she wanted."Shhhh. Lean back and relax." Wrapping her lips around his shaft, Nina pushed her throat deeper onto Alan's cock, enjoying the feel as it rubbed up against her tongue and mouth. Alan convulsed in ectasy. Any sense of control was gone. He was at her mercy. Without a form of outlet, he dug his fingernails into the sofa, slowly whimpering, as he watched Nina's raven hair bob up and down.Alan's cock was delightfully engulfed in the moist warmth that was the vixen’s mouth. The seductress enjoying the act in on itself, her saliva coating his cock from tip to shaft. Alan was out. He would no longer fight this. He felt his own need for more.The wet sounds of her lips sucking onto his rod filled the space of the office. Alan leaned his head back, overcome by the pleasure she provided. Her ability was unquestionable, her tongue licking his tip before she took his length inside of her mouth, almost like it'd feel if Alan were fucking the small woman."Th-that feels amazing!" Alan moaned in pleasure. He could not pretend this was inappropriate any more. He wanted this. He wanted Nina's mouth on his cock. And he knew he wanted more.Nina stopped her ministrations to tease him, grinning up at the editor. "Enjoying this, huh?" Alan immediately nodded, taking his glasses off, still looking at Nina who was brushing her hair all over to one side so it wouldn't get stained by Alan's precum."So hot...Fuck, Nina.' Alan had forgotten about Sarah completely. "You're so fucking hot...I-I want to..." His tone was pleading. Nina took a moment to enjoy how easily she had him under her thumb. She knew what he wanted – to put his cock inside her. Nina felt herself hot, considering the idea.Alan's cock throbbed inside Nina's pearly clutches, pre-cum already dripping down its side and coating her green pastel fingers in the goo. "I'll give you this - you've lasted longer than I expected you to. Thought you were going to explode the minute I shoved it in."Rain had begun to assault the office's windows, pounding on the polished glass like a thousand, tiny hammer blows. It only added to the ambiance, luring both into a sense of intimacy. Swashing her tongue around with the precum she had left in there, Nina watched Alan's chest rise slowly. A part of her wanted to climb on top and ride him to completion. But was she willing to escalate the situation that far?"Fuck...fuck. That was so good." Alan breathed restlessly, still confined to the sofa. Hearing his voice, drenched in ecstasy, and seeing how his cock glistened under the office's light made up Nina's mind. "W-what are you do -"Nina stood up and began tearing off her trousers. Her black jeans were discarded on the floor, her laced panties the only obstacle left. Smiling, the harlot delicately removed them, watching Alan's stunned face as she did so. When they had been removed, she flung them at one of the computer's monitors and jumped on top, the two of them sinking further into the cushions."I want you inside me." She moaned, straddling his waist and pushing his throbbing sceptre deep into her wet, tight cunt.The moment of impact was pure euphoria. Both of them couldn't hide their pleasure, gasping at the same time. Subconsciously, Alan's hands found their way to Nina's waist, while Nina pinned her hands on the blue wall for support.Where had today gone? Alan remembered Nina saying hello that very morning, and now the small vixen herself was impaling herself on his hard cock.Steadily, Nina lowered herself onto him, fully controlling Alan's pleasure as his cock filled in her cunt, her legs straddling him on each side while she allowed his cock to go inside her.Neither of them had protection. Nina was rawdogging the cute new guy in the office. Her white-painted nails on the wall as she lustfully, passionately let Alan fuck her."Fuck, Alan! You're thick..." She said it like it was the most normal thing in the world. Alan was too enraptured by the image of the girl as she went up and down."N-Nina! Fuck! It feels so..." He paused. "Fucking you’re amazing!" He praised her."You like it? You like it when I tell you about fucking? She laughed, half-turned on and enjoying the romp. Yet, she bit her lip. Nina whimpered. "Oooh...Alan...that's....you got a nice cock." She had to say it, enjoying how it rubbed her insides just perfectly. Nina was feeling her climax approaching. Maybe Alan's was coming too!Outside, the tempest was picking up now, hammering the office with the full force of its gale. Like some marching beat, it only spurred the lust-filled-couple on, making them go harder and faster.Now they were fucking like animals in heat. Alan, with his hands grasped firmly around Nina's waist, controlled her pace, pulling her further and further onto his cock. Nina, meanwhile, was lost in the pleasure, her slit seeping with Alan's precum. The office permeated with the sounds of their flesh smashing against each other.Plamp. Plamp. Plamp went the sticky sweat of their infused bodies. Nina was moaning now, her eyes rolled back. "Oh fuck. Alan! I'm going to fucking cum! Oh fuck!"She had lost the gamble. But Alan hadn't. The Oregon-native pounded on, enjoying the feel of her warm pussy against his hardened mast. "Fuck!" He bellowed.Alan knew his climax was fast approaching. Nina's body was taking him over the limit, he'd need to pull out. However, Nina was not paying attention to him, only to her pleasures. Nina's hands gripped onto Alan's shoulders, her body pressing against him as she quickened the pace. Alan guided her waist down onto his cock, while her torso brushed against the intern's face. The breasts and toned body he'd fantasized so much were on his face while the two of them continued their pounding."...Shi-shit! I-I'm cumming fiiirsss--" she cut herself off as her orgasm found her. Nina's body tensed up, and she gripped onto his shoulders with deadly force. From inside her, her warm juices seeped out, drenching Alan's cock and onto his crotch. The sudden change made Alan find his climax."Nina! I'm going to--" He tried to lift Nina off of him to extract her cock, though he quickly found Nina's eyes on him. "Don't you fucking dare pull out now!' Nina almost threatened him, her body still experiencing her climax."I-I caaaan't!" Alan couldn't take it anymore. He embraced Nina as his cock went as deep as it could inside her pussy, with the American shooting his seed deep inside Nina, painting the walls of her cunt white.The two of them remained there, in a sitting position on the sofa, with Alan's cock deep inside Nina. The two of them spent, panting.Nina was the first to laugh. "Y-you don't get this for 50 pounds, do you?" Alan let out a scoff and shook his head.  "I-I guess not." He started to feel conflicted about what just happened. While Alan's mind raced with the questions this exchange posed for the future of their relationship, Nina was addled on the euphoria. The small lass had detached herself from Alan and was leaning against the other side of the sofa. Warm, excess cum still trickled down her leg and onto the leather.  They lay in the puddle of their own creation for a long time, rarely talking, but enjoying the heat emanating from the other's body.After what felt like hours, Alan finally punctured the silence. "I'm really glad I decided to drink pineapple juice this morning."That triggered a visceral laugh from Nina. "I was worried it was going to taste like - like...""Like what?" Alan asked innocently."Mountain dew and Doritos...I don't fucking know. Something only a nerd tastes like. But it didn't. I actually enjoyed swallowing you." She turned to him, sweat still glistening on her forehead. "And that my dude, is the highest form of praise."Alan's chest swelled. He wanted to take her again there and now, to pin her down and shoot some more ropes inside her. But he decided against it. It would've ruined the mood. He was perfectly content to observe her beautiful marble figure.It was strange for Alan to get this close to a girl and yet being called "my dude". In truth he didn't have much of an idea of what this meant for them. Though he'd not deny he was having fun.His eyes went from her cute face, down her body and to the bushy area between her legs. The realization of how lucky he was for getting to bang such a woman made Alan proud of himself."You're really beautiful, you know?" He told Nina who stifled a laugh."Dude, don't get corny." She pushed back, gently. She shifted her position, her knee resting on the sofa, as she relaxed. She raised her chin up for him, almost as if striking a pose for a magazine. "Just say I'm hot, I could use the compliment." Alan wasn't too sure why she had to mark such a difference, both were compliments.He shrugged. "Okay, fine. You're hot as fuck."Nina smirked, enjoying her control of the cute guy. "Come on. You've gotta have jerked off thinking of me before. Fans do it all the time." She grinned, admiring how Alan turned red."...y-yeah, I suppose so...Last week there were...a few times...after I accidentally impaled you with my erection." He came clean, which made Nina laugh out loud."You fuck a guy and he turns honest! That's all it takes." She stood up and went looking for her clothes. Alan wanted to hold Nina, but maybe this place wasn't the best place for it. He realized how drenched the sofa was. They'd need to clean that. If someone found out someone had sex in the office and recall Nina and Alan were in alone they would put 2 and 2 together."Hey!" He called out. Nina turned to look at him. "Shouldn't we...clean up this couch? It's drenched in...well..." Alan muttered sheepishly, his cheeks glowing red.It was weird. He had just came inside her, and yet felt too embarrassed to say what that substance was aloud, almost as if it were the final confession. He was starting to worry that Lewis had installed cameras, and had watched the whole thing unfold."Shit! Good point. Just grab a couple of rolls of toilet paper and wipe it down."Alan did just that. Nina, meanwhile, took the time to get dressed. It pained him to see Nina cover up, but he understood that it couldn't last forever.  "Lewis hasn't installed any cameras in here, has he?" Alan was looking around the room, scanning for any possible signs of one, but so far he hadn't found anything.Nina gave a boisterous laugh. "Well, if he has, we put on a good show for him." When Alan looked shell shocked, she gave him a reassuring pat on the back and said, "Of course not! Lewis is too frugal and lazy to spend money on a CCTV system. We're fine!”Even after Nina's reassuring comment, Alan still felt the urge to check the ceiling and corners as he made sure he cleared all the fluids off the sofa. People will sit on this in the future and he'd remember how Nina rode him there. The sofa was forever tainted with an amazing memory. Already he was looking at Nina again. She was hot. It's like she had turned a switch on in his mind that made him yearn for her again. Was he falling for Nina? He'd have to meditate on that.For now, he'd have to make sure nobody finds his dried cum in the office. His heart was pumping almost as fast as when his cock was inside her pussy."Are you done?" Nina came out from nowhere, whispering into his ear. "We won't be able to do it again if someone finds out we fucked here." She added a laugh, tormenting the intern. Alan did a final wipe of the sofa to ensure it was pristine."So..." Alan mentioned, as the two were closing up the main doors to the office. Nina casually humming a tune like she didn't take Alan's cum inside her a few minutes ago."Hmn?" She turned over her shoulder to look at him. She wasn't reacting at all, she didn't seem bothered or even infatuated. She looked like regular old Nina."Uh...was this like a one-off thing or..." Alan tried to voice his concerns. Apparently getting to do it again with her was the biggest one of them all. Nina grinned, and a hand on Alan's shirt she pulled him close to her face. Her mouth inches from his. Yet she didn't say anything."See you tomorrow." She bid him farewell. Alan stood there, watching the small vixen herself leave. Too stunned from the night’s events, he waited 15 minutes before making his way home.Nina had utterly crushed him at their game today.Alan went to bed that night dreaming of Nina. He remembered how her petite figure had convulsed and moved on top of him, how her raven hair fell down to her waist, the look of pure ecstasy sketched on her face.But, he also worried what this would mean for him and Sarah. If she ever found out he had fucked one of her friends and a work colleague, it would open a fissure between the two, a gap he didn't think he could cross again.

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Alan didn't sleep too well that night. He woke up, his head invaded with thoughts of what happened the last night. Had he done something bad? Sarah and him were maybe going towards somewhere, though they were pretty strictly friends. He liked her and hoped she liked him, though she rejected his advances. Does that mean it's fine if he fucked one of her closest friends?Rubbing his head and putting his glasses on, he checked his phone. 
1 message from Sarah
[hey you!][just heard from Lewis u and Nina decorated last night. nice!] He didn't have the heart to answer her immediately. Guilt weighed down on him like a heavy chain. Maybe he could find a way to calm down after he arrived at the office? Alan let out a sigh. No new messages from Nina it seemed. Was she fine living her life like nothing happened last night? Alan put on a t-shirt, with a long-sleeved shirt on top of it - something thin and airy for the summer air. He considered telling Sarah about what happened, but the last thing he wanted was for people to know about it. He could lose his job. He had to draw a line and not let things get this crazy again with Nina again.Once ready, Alan walked out of his home towards the offi--WOAH.To his surprise, Nina stood just outside his door. How did she get his address? Oh yeah, company information. She must have known for some time now. He did not expect to see her this soon, however. Wearing a top that showed off her pale, marble skin, tattooed arms and shoulders made Alan immediately remember last night."N-Nina?! Wh-what are you doing here?" Alan's voice was wrecked by nerves. He was worried someone would see them, that they would put two to two together and he'd be out of a job. The black-haired harlot didn't seem to be disturbed by these thoughts, however. She stepped forward, smiling with the same wicked grin she carried with her the night before. Alan's heart rate quickened. She was inches away from him, her breath, clear in the morning air, lightly grazing his skin."Oh, I didn't think you were going in today." She purred. Alan noticed there was something different about her voice this morning, a new tone. One more... seductive.
Why? Has something happened? Did Lewis find out? Did she tell him?
He tried to vocalise these thoughts but only managed to emit a high-pitched squeak like a mouse. To Alan's benefit, she obviously read what was on his mind for she said, "Because of the ceremony. We don't need to be in today, not really. Lewis is going to be too distracted with the charities.""Oh, that's good!" Alan said. Was this a simple gesture of goodwill? Had she travelled all this way to warn him? If so, why hadn't she just messaged him?Before he could respond, Nina's hands were already running up his torso, feeling their way to the collarbone. "W-what? W-" He muttered."Oh shut up, Alan! We both want it. Now, let's get in there and fuck!"Moments after she had made the announcement, she shoved him back into the house and slammed the door shut behind her. Alan was both stunned and horny.She gave a passing glance to his living room, dismissing the green couch. "I don't want to fuck on a couch again. Let's do it on your bed."As the two made their way upstairs, they paused momentarily to make out passionately. It wasn't intimate like it had been with Sarah. It was feral. Alan could only describe it as more akin to eating out her face. She teasingly suckled onto his lower lip and left him a nibble. She snickered and winked at him before she pushed onto Alan again, her white fingernails digging under his clothes. Nina was relentless in her advances. She was both aloof yet passionate when it came to sex, which was a strange contrast for the intern.Alan felt his cock harden, something Nina must have felt for she started massaging over his pants with a hand, as she licked down his neck. The seductress was enjoying having Alan at her mercy, but she was missing something.Nina separated herself from Alan and watched him eye her body. She grinned. "If you want them you have to get them, kiddo." She challenged him, but would not oppose him.Alan was closer to a dog in mating season than to a human, and with the instructions and his path cleared, he attacked. His hands went to the thin straps of her flimsy top, pulling them down her shoulders and sliding her top down to gain access to her breasts. Alan was an animal, kissing and caressing Nina's exposed body."Fuck, I love your boobs." He exclaimed as he absolutely devoured her marble, round mounds. Nina moaned in ecstasy, seeing Alan take initiative. She preferred eager, passionate men over those more docile."Ah, finally! Alan!" She called out in pleasure. The intern's hands exploring every crevice of her body. Nina enjoyed being wanted, being desired.  Seeing usually so meek and shy Alan so hard for her made her feel amazing. And he'd still haven't gone inside her yet.Locked in the heat of passion, the two lovers bounced from one wall to the next, making their way up the staircase and through the upper hallway without a clear sense of direction."Oh...Alan! I like it when you take what you want!" Nina shrieked, her arms wrapped around his neck, his teeth gnashing on one of her exposed tits. "Y-yeah. Fuck yeah!" They were making a lot of noise now, enough to alert their neighbours. But they didn't care. They underwent a form of tunnel vision - they could only see each other, nothing else mattered.Like a new-born babe, Alan feverishly sucked on Nina's left breast, his crimson tongue caressing the t mound with careful, timed strokes. They were standing in the middle of Alan's upstairs hallway. Nina, crop-top half torn, pushed Alan further onto her, combing his jet-black hair with her white fingernails. Nina whimpered with every new lick. She was starting to feel moisture developing between her legs."N-Nina....N-ina..." Alan moaned as he drove his head deeper into her cleavage. Realising that he could stay there all day, she decided to help steer him towards the room. "In....h-here." She moaned.  Alan's room was clean and minimalistic. A single-white bed nestled in the corner of a vanilla-painted room, with a small, mahogany bedside table that held a lamp and the case for his glasses.By this point, Nina was too horny. She wanted him. She wanted to feel Alan inside her. She wanted him to take control and use her. Raising his head from her tits, she instructed him. "Fuck me on the bed! I want you to just pound me! Just use me like the whore I am!"The Oregon-native wasted no time. Digging his hands into her trousers, he tore at them, bringing them down and flinging them off to the side. He did the same with her black satin bra and panties.Seeing her dripping wet cunt triggered the animal inside him. Using all of his upper-body strength – which wasn't a lot – he grabbed Nina by the waist and slammed her on the bed. "Ah, fuck!" She moaned again, her ebony hair flailing as she slumped on the white covers. Alan's cock was diamond-solid, like a thick shard of steel. Nina wanted every inch of it, he could tell. Her eyes were filled with unadulterated lust."Do you want this? You want this cock inside you?" Alan himself was shocked by the hunger in his voice. He was usually reserved, but now... Now, he only wanted one thing - to pound Nina's pussy into oblivion.Biting her lip, Nina lightly nodded. The dynamic in their relationship had flipped. Now Alan was in control."Bend over!" He grunted, holding the shaft of his cock in his hand.Nina did as she was instructed, raising her ass towards him and lowering her face into the covers.Alan slid his cock in, enjoying the feel of his rod against the wetness of her entry. "Oh fuck! Nina!""Alan! Fuck me! Just fuck me!"
PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.
The sound of Alan thrusting himself deep in Nina's tight cunt, her lubricated insides allowing him entry into the girl's most intimate parts, her moaning as the American-born intern took her, his own grunting as he allowed himself the pleasures her body offered.It all came to the two of them at the same time. This was different from when Alan had sex with Sarah. This was fucking. Like last night, except it was happening on Alan's terms."Give me that nerd cock!" Nina shouted between moans. She enjoyed being taken, being used like this. Sex in its most raw form. She grinned as both pleasure, lust and just a small amount of pain from their rough rut filled Nina's mind."Fuuuuck! I wanted to do this again! I wanted to do you, Nina!" Alan let loose, his innermost desires coming to the surface. He wasn't thinking of love, of what was right. He wasn't thinking of Sarah. He was thinking of how good it felt to fuck Nina."Then do me, you...AUGH! J-Just like that!" Nina could not keep up. A small bit of panic fell into her as she felt her body being manhandled again. Alan shoved her down to her side without waning. His cock left her body, and she already ached for it to fill her again."What are you do--" she immediately shut up as, on her side, she once again felt Alan's cock in her. His hand keeping her leg steady while the other went to grope her chest. Alan always wanted to feel up her breast."It's....coming.." Alan grunted.His climax was approaching. His body on top of Nina’s as he fucked her sideways. A hand squeezing her breast, his mouth on her raised leg and his cock thrusting in and out of her body.Alan wanted to cum. He looked over at Nina. Her expression said everything it needed. He was cumming inside her."Do it! Give it to me! Give me--""Nina!" Alan roared, pushing himself on top of her. His hands grabbing onto Nina's arms and pulling her into him as much as she'd go before Alan's orgasm hit."T-take it! Take my cum!" Alan ordered her as Nina moaned. His cum shooting inside Nina's sex, filling her with the warmth she felt last night. The shy, stuttering nerd's cum was so good inside her. Nina could almost pass out from the ecstasy.Alan collapsed on top of her, drained from the performance. His cock still seeped with warm cum, which trickled down the side of the bed.Too exhausted, the two laid there for a while, controlling their breathing and taking each other's scent in. What had come over him? That beast wasn't Alan, it was something else.Eventually, Alan rolled over and stared deeply into Nina's azure eyes. He wish he could've stayed there all day, lost in the confines of her retina.  "H- That was amazing!"Nina, red faced and with beads of sweat infused on her forehead, smiled. "That's the second time you've cum inside me now. You're a very naughty boy!"Alan laid there, panting with a stupid grin on his face. He had no regrets. Regrets were Future Alan's problem.Still, Alan wanted more. He put a hand on Nina's cheek. Sweaty, spent and grinning. Nina gave him a strange look, but she let it be. He'd earned whatever he was doing."...believe me, if I could, I'd done it more just now." Alan joked, prompting a snicker from Nina."You wanna knock me up? Take me to America to be your baby mummy?" Her accent made the question somewhat romantic to Alan, he grinned.He didn't see Nina as a mother. Maybe not yet. "I'm sure you'd adapt to it well." Nina shoved him half-assedly, too tired to do it properly. "I will literally punt any baby nerds you give me." The threat was too cute to ignore. Alan shook his head and closed the distance to kiss Nina.She blushed. "You're sweet." She didn't know what she wanted from this relationship - if it could be called that - but she thought she wouldn't be honest if she didn't at least make that point clear. "And rougher than I expected, ow haha" she laughed, rubbing her crotch area.Alan leaned upwards. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you? I -""No, no! You didn't." Nina quickly said. "I just wasn't expecting that...passion! Damn, how did the Oregon girls let you go?!" She flopped back on to her back, staring upwards at the white plaster ceiling.Alan joined her, though kept a respectable space between them. He still wasn't sure what or where this relationship was going. He heard his phone buzz. It was a message from Sarah.[Aren't you coming in today? They're serving cake - Wallace and Gromit-styled cake!]Guilt washed over him.Nina, noticing that something was troubling him, asked, "Who was it?""Sarah" He replied bleakly. Sunlight was streaming into the room through the half-closed blinds, lavishing both of them in the warm and golden rays. Nina's sleek figure was perfectly accentuated by the spotlight. Every crevice and bump and mound and blemish was highlighted. And every one of them was befitting of the goddess in front of him.Alan sighed. "What are we?""A bunch of fuck buddies.""What about Sarah? I like her too." Alan decided to vocalise his worries. He didn't want to be consumed by this weight of responsibility alone. "Should I tell her?""God, no!" Nina said incredulously. "Are you crazy?!" When she noticed that Alan was deflated, Nina offered some reassurance. "This can just stay between the two of us. If we like doing it, we keep doing it. If we don't, then we can stop. It's that simple.""I don't want this to stop! I...I enjoyed every minute. I'm just conflicted about where to take it with Sarah.""Alan." She had rolled onto her side. Alan did the same so they faced each other. "We're different people. We can exist in our own worlds. You can just keep us separate." She gave him a reassuring smile. Alan smiled back.Alan didn't really have a girlfriend. He hadn't promised Sarah he wouldn't fuck anyone. In fact, she told him he could pursue someone else in the mean time. Maybe if he got together with her he could stop. But then again...Nina didn't seem interested in anything serious so, they keep it non-serious. His heart belonged to Sarah, no? Then this was fine. This was fine. Nina was fine."Don't keep her waiting, though. She'll think you died in your sleep." Nina nudged him on. Alan nodded and, still naked as the day he came to this Earth, started messaging Sarah back. ------------------------ "Can't say no to free cake." Matt Toffolo beamed, as he helped himself to a serving of the vanilla flavoured pastry. The editor looked over at Sarah, who was the only one not eating cake, aside from Lewis, since it wasn't vegan. She was busy on her phone."New guy say anything?" He asked Sarah. Sarah didn't bother to look up.Alan: [hey]Alan: [I thought I wasn’t meant to come in lol]Alan: [Nina told me Lewis told us we can take the day off since everyone is busy today :< ]Sarah let a smile come to her lips. She looked over at Lewis, who was busy working his charms on the charity representatives.Sarah: [yeah, most are at home today :)]Sarah: [we're just filming some stuff for members but that’s it]Finally looking up at Matt, Sarah explained."I think he stayed home. Lewis like, told Nina nobody's working today so she said she wasn't coming."Matt tilted his head at that."So Alan is just easy to manipulate, not a lazy bum." He said with a grin.Sarah giggled. "Pretty much." She wished he could be here, but she wouldn't force him. Working the whole day and being roped in with the decor might have been too much for him. She checked her messages.Alan: [Is Matt mad? Do I need to come over?]Sarah shook her head as she wrote.Sarah: [He's enjoying Gromit's cake, so he's fine for now]The American girl was just a tiny bit disappointed. She used the excuse of the event to put on a pretty, girly dress. She liked it when Alan complimented her looks. She checked her messages for any updates, but it seems Alan was either busy or distracted. People were having fun, so she realized she should too. ----------------------------------------- Sarah: [He's enjoying, Gromit's cake so he's fine for now]The phone vibrated on the bed, lighting up the screen for a moment. Then it went black again. Nobody picked it up."Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" Nina moaned. Her body facing the wall, palms of her hands firmly against it as Alan stood behind her, burying his cock inside her again. She was still well lubricated from their last act a few minutes ago, and he was enjoying her body again.He kissed her lower back, his hands firmly on her hips, holding her steady so he could go as deep as possible inside her."You wanted this?" Alan asked, thrusting himself inside his lover. He grunted with every movement of his hips. And every time he was rewarded with Nina's tight body hugging his member."Mmhmm!"This was going to be a long day for them both.They were fucking wildly and passionately. Nina, bent down over the bed, dug her nails deep into the duvet, stifling her moans, while Alan continued to absolutely destroy her pussy.Something had come over Alan. He had inherited this unexplainable lust. Usually, he was reserved and measured, focused more on the intimacy. Now, he was a machine.Alan moaned in pleasure as he felt his cock slide in and out of Nina's wet slit. Her entrance was warm and tightened around his throbbing head. The foundations of the bed swayed underneath them with each thrust."Fuck!" Nina screamed. "Yes! Yes!"Each moan spurred him on, a reward for his hard labour, a validation for his piston-like pounding.The sounds of their sweat-infused passion vibrated through the air. Alan heard the light buzz of his phone, a new notification. But he ignored it. Only Nina mattered now."Faster! Fast-" Alan obeyed her commands.Plamp. Plamp. Plamp.His legs, still aching from the last session, gave way, forcing him to climb on top of Nina and just drive it in, fucking like a wild animal."Oh, Nina!" Alan grunted. "Fuck, your pussy is so tight!"She moaned back a reply, her head submerged in the pillows.When he withdrew his cock in a moment of respite, he saw that it was raw and coated in pre-cum. What if I accidentally get her pregnant? Shouldn't I be careful? Those concerns were quickly discarded when he glanced at her ass again. Fuck it.Shoving his cock into her gaping asshole, Alan grabbed Nina's shoulders for support. Glistening with sweat and radiating under the sunrays, Nina looked like a statue of a Greek Goddess.Like a great tidal wave, the flesh of her ass receded with each pound, gyrating to a steady beat."Ugh! Nina! Fuck, I - I'm going to - I'm going to cum again."No sooner after he had shouted out the words, he felt his cock explode with semen, shooting into her ass and filling her with his seed. He collapsed on top of her, utterly spent.He had woken up today with the intention of going to work and maybe talk to Sarah, instead he's spent more time with his cock in Nina than with Sarah on his mind. It was a strange day.Yet, Alan was happy. A part of him wanted the day to never end. Just relax, get his breath back and have sex with Nina's awesome pussy. He was enjoying this, and it seems she had no interest in leaving.  The room flashed with the glow of the phone screen. Another message.Strenuously, Alan reached over to his bedside table and grabbed the phone. It was Sarah.Sarah = [Want me to save you some cake? We've already gone through most of it  ]Alan = [Yes, please! Sorry, I couldn't make it today. Sounds like you guys are having fun]Sarah = [Don't worry. Aside from the cake, it's pretty boring]Then something came over him. He didn't realise what he was doing until he had sent the message.Alan = [Are you free this weekend? There's this new film out, called Beau is Afraid. Stars Joaquin Phoenix and is from director of Midsommar. I really want to see it, but don't really want to go on my own. Don't feel pressured or anything!]The moment Alan hit send, he left it in fate's hands. Was he being too rash? Was this a step too far? Fucking Nina had made him feel guilty about Sarah, that he was betraying her. The best way to fix that, he thought, was to mend ties with her again and test the waters with, what was essentially, a date or a proto-date. But what if he had overstepped his boundaries? He could've just detonated the last bridge he had left with her.  What Alan didn't know was that as these thoughts of doubt raced through his head, Sarah, still in the office's kitchen, let out a small squeal of delight."Are you okay, Sarah?" It was Harry. The Pokemon aficionado was carrying a plate of a half-eaten cake and had a bemused look on his face."Oh, it's nothing. Just something on Tiktok.""Ah. Not even going to ask." To most of the office, Sarah's Tiktok infatuation was a foreign language, an enigma they would never crack.Her fingers still sticky from the cake, Sarah frantically typed back a reply.Sarah = [OMG! I would luv too! Ari Aster is one of my fav directors! And I've probably watched Midsommar like 5,000 times! Please! Please! I'm free on Sunday!]  Alan's face lit up when he got an almost immediate response from Sarah. She seemed down for a movie date. He already missed seeing her cute smile, and going out on something that could be considered a date was fine too. He turned his head over at his pack, remembering the keyboard Daf let him take was still there. He had until the end of the week to use it. Seems today was not the day for that, however."Did Mousie upload to her Onlyfans?" Nina asked an enraptured Alan, who committed the cardinal sin of paying more attention to his phone than to her."I don't know, I haven;--" He stopped himself before he gave himself away further. "Wait, what?" Alan asked, triggering a laugh from Nina."You're smiling at your phone like an idiot. I assumed you'd be the kind of guy to thirst over that kinda stuff.""I-I...I...I was chatting with Sarah." He forgot to make up a lie, just to avoid the awkward topic that was him thirsting over his coworkers. Then again, he just fucked Nina twice today. She'd be more understanding, if he ever were to speak up."Ah...right." Nina had no retort to that. She didn't seem disappointed, but definitely decided to end the conversation there. Perhaps, she was being polite.  "So!" She had jumped up on his kitchen counter and was dangling her legs from the height. "What's the plan, chef?"They had just finished eating, and the clock had only just struck 13:00.The intern was torn. He desperately wanted to mend his relationship with Sarah and start anew, and to do that would involve focusing on her and her only. But he couldn't really just ignore Nina lounging around in his kitchen area. Eventually, his animalistic side won over."Woah, mate. What are you doing?" Alan had wrapped his arms around Nina's waist and was hoisting her up from the counter. She was heavy but not unbearably so. With a little bit of difficulty, he managed to carry her over to the table, which was free of clutter. Placing her down on the mahogany wood, Alan, with lust ingrained in his eyes, said, "I'm still really hungry. I think I can go for a bit of pussy for lunch."Before Nina could protest, Alan had opened her legs, pulled her panties down and made his way to the coveted prize - the slit which was still wet from their last session.Nina kicked a bit, not sure the intern could carry her like so. Her hands wrapped around his neck, almost like she was a princess. Nina was just scared enough to be thrilled about it. As soon as she was set on the table, she knew what was going on."Could have told me that before you did that, you ar--oooh A-Alan!" She'd not stop him from disrobing her. She liked it when a man did what he wanted with her.Alan buried his face in between Nina’s legs, her legs were fine like silk and felt amazing against his cheeks. The black pubic hair, which grew wild, was beautiful and untamed like Nina herself.Alan let his tongue out and licked Nina's entrance, from the bottom to the top, a single lick, slow and decisive to mark her. She tasted of her own juices and sweat. Alan knew some of that taste was his own doing too.Alan licked again, and again, the tip of his tongue brushing against her nether lips. He savored it, enjoyed it. Letting his tongue do the work, before he started to part her legs and go deeper. Already Nina was getting wetter and the taste of her moisture was stronger.Feeling Alan worship her made Nina squirm on the table. She didn't want to reveal it, she didn't want to let him know how much power he had over her, but the convulsion of her legs and her sweet, light moans told the story. "Fu-fuck!" She screamed, digging her nails into the wood.Alan grabbed Nina's thighs and pulled them closer to him, suffocating him in the warm, firm embrace of her legs. The heat emanating from her entrance was intoxicating. He enjoyed the feel of her bush brushing against his face."Holy shit, Alan! Oh my god -"Deeper and deeper he went, feeling the moisture developing at her slit, drinking in her juices. His licks were slow and passionate. He made sure to time them well, teasing her as he went.Nina, meanwhile, could only lie back, at the mercy of his tongue.As things heated up, Alan had to avoid having his nose touch her bush a bit too much, to avoid it tickling him. His arms went around Nina's thighs to hold them in place as Alan pushed his face forward, and desperately licked her sex. His tongue like a drill, going in between her lips to tease her sex, and extract her juices, while also moving up to poke her clit. When Nina tensed up at that, he knew he was doing a good job."Fuck! Just like that! Just like that, please!" Nina was practically begging for him to continue and he would not stop. He moaned in between her sex, while his tongue focused on the small fleshy button atop her sex, relentlessly punishing it with his tongue. He circled, licked and poked it with his tongue, taking a break to push his tongue as far as it could into her sex."Just like that! Like that! Like tha---nnnnnnngh!" Nina was tensing up, as climax came over her. Alan felt the legs around him close up, compressing his head as she trapped him in there. He'd not escape her iron grip, and received a shot from her juices directly onto his mouth. She was salty, and strong.She finally released him, experiencing her longer orgasm on the table, the walls of her sex compressing inside her, her body like fire. She had enjoyed that climax a lot.  They went at it all day, fucking wildly and passionately. On the table, on the floor, on the counter - their bodies were inseparable, fused together by sweat and cum. Alan lost count of how many orgasms he procured from Nina, but it was easily in the double digits.Knowing that he, and only he, was in control made him feel good, but watching Nina tense up and beg for more was the most exhilarating part by far.Their ritual lasted until the very waning hours of the evening."Ugh, I better get going." Nina panted, lying naked on the bed where they had returned to. "A few mates from uni booked this lunch tomorrow, and I don't want to miss out. I haven't seen them in years."Alan understood. All good things had to come to an end eventually. But he couldn't mask his disappointment. "Sure you're not up for round 20?" He joked."Haha, no. I'm exhausted. You've shot enough ropes inside me to birth a small town." She checked the time on her phone. "Do you mind if I use your shower?""Sure" Alan said, still lying in bed and observing her body."That wasn't an invitation, mister." She saw the way his eyes had moved when she brought up the suggestion. "I really need to get going. But I have enjoyed myself...a lot!"Leaning in, she gave Alan a peck on his forehead before sauntering over to the bathroom. Alan rubbed the spot she had marked, her vanilla-strawberry perfume still lingering in the air. That was different. That wasn't unadulterated lust - it was more intimate, more comforting. Maybe Nina's feelings for him went further than an animalistic desire for pleasure.After she had showered and dressed, he bade her farewell and then resigned himself to scrubbing away evidence of their love-making. Dried cum was still ingrained in the table and on the counters. It looks like Spiderman has been here he mused to himself as he washed up.As soon as Nina left, her scent still lingered all over his place. Alan wondered how obvious it'd be he had someone over. He decided he should probably clean up especially in case someone else came over in the next few days. Still, his body was tired. He hadn't used some muscles in a long time until today, and it would sting tomorrow.Then he remembered the text messaging he had going with Sarah. It seems she ate cake and went home. He still felt bad over not seeing her today, though he could hardly complain with all the sex he had with Nina. They had separate lives. He could be with them in their own way.Alan knew Nina didn't want to date him, so he could focus on Sarah in the next few days. With an idea in his mind, he looked over at his backpack he usually took to work. He extracted the old, dusty keyboard from it and opened a drawer to reveal a screwdriver, some wire cutters and pliers. Time to put his technical knowledge to work.

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In a stark contrast from the day before, Saturday was largely uneventful. Without the office or the girls to keep him distracted, Alan found himself loitering around the house, trying desperately to focus his mind on one task at a time.Sophie was away with friends, enjoying their company at a pub in Bath. Sarah, meanwhile, was absent, attending some theatre play with Gemma in London. That just left him with his thoughts.And, unfortunately for Alan's productivity, those thoughts revolved around the girls.This was the ritual for most of the day, his phone a mere extension of his hand and mind.When twilight finally settled on Bristol, the intern breathed a sigh of relief - the long, arduous day was at an end, his torment finally over.  When Alan awoke on the Sunday, he felt groggy. His body felt heavy, and his face was coated in sweat.He checked his phone. It was 9:26. Still well into the morning. Letting out a yawn, Alan refreshed himself with a morning shower.Eating some porridge for breakfast, he marvelled at the fruit of his hard labour yesterday – a yellow box with a red bow on it. His gift for Sarah was ready. It wasn’t too heavy, but it would be a hassle to carry around. I hope she enjoys it.Checking his messages, he expected to hear from Nina but there was nothing. She was really casual about their hookup. The break over the weekend had allowed his mind to process their relationship and what it entailed for their dynamic at the office. While it was still nebulous, Alan thought he understood it a little bit more. Nina, having been stuck in a serious relationship for several years, had been yearning for an outlet to spice up her love life and Alan just happened to fall right in place. The thought of being nothing more than a sidepice didn't particularly excite Alan.However, his face lit up at an early message from Sarah. Sarah: [morning!]Alan decided to respond to it and get a conversation going.Alan: [morning]Sarah: [u still sleeping? did you stay up all night? ]Alan: [No?]           [Yes.]           [I was being productive yesterday, I cleaned and stuff.]Sarah: [And stuff]Her message was a bit vague after that and she didn't follow up. Alan decided to go straight to business.Alan: [So, movie today?]Sarah: [Yeeeah :)]Alan smiled at her enthusiasm.Alan: [Movie is at 2:16. Want to meet there just before? Let’s say, 20 mins?]He considered suggesting meeting her for lunch, as he typed it out, she responded.Sarah: [sure! I still need to get ready and stuff!]Alan: [and stuff?]He was enjoying the chat. Alan could see himself chatting up Sarah all day. Maybe he would, if given the chance, though he preferred to see her in person.Sarah: [Sooo much stuff. See you at the cinema!]Alan: [See you then!]He let out a sigh. He liked Sarah. His encounter with Nina didn't change any of that. Maybe it was fine to like one of them and see the other on the side. He wasn't going on dates with Nina, after all.The day strolled by, and Alan had a light lunch before leaving for the cinema. He wore a summer-appropriate dress shirt, short sleeved and jeans. He hadn't done anything to his hair and yet it puffed up like it usually did.Now fully refreshed, Alan left his apartment with the box tucked beneath his arms.  On the other side of Bristol, Sarah, too, was preparing for the day ahead. After finishing her correspondence with Alan, she jumped in the shower, making sure to scrub her hair and body thoroughly, lavishing herself with a sweet coconut body wash. This was a chance to repair and rebuild her relationship with Alan, to see where it could go - if it could go anywhere. If it was going to work, she knew she had to make the best of appearances. Once she had dried her coffee-brown hair and bound it with a hair-band, she slipped into her clothes - a white, partially translucent dress, with red roses interwoven sporadically across it. Spinning around in the mirror, she left her apartment at ease, both with her figure and looks.The summer morning was neither hot nor cold, as the heat of the sun was perfectly balanced by a cool, light wind that followed her all the way to the cinema. Sarah, who prided herself on her punctuality, arrived first, but, to her benefit, she was not left waiting long. Alan appeared around the corner only a few minutes later, carrying a suspicious, yellow package."Woah! What's in the box?" Sarah asked innocently, when he was within earshot.Alan felt his heart skip a beat as soon as he could see Sarah. She was not wearing a casual, girly sweater and pants but a cute little dress. The egocentric thought of her dressing up like this to hang out with him told him this was, in fact, a date. He'd read the vibe well."I uh, got you something." He replied, sheepishly. He'd done it by hand, gotten the materials and used his technical skill to get it to work. It was simple, for what it was but he was satisfied with the result. "It's for you." He offered the box to Sarah, who curiously took it with her dainty fingers. Her eyebrows wiggled with interest as her blue eyes darted from his emerald ones down to the box she accepted."Oooooh! A gift!". She put a finger on the red bow that held it closed and looked up, a bit excitedly. "Do you want me to open it right now? Or is it like, an end-of-date gift?" She asked with her signature energetic smile on.Alan met her smile with his own and adjusted his glasses."Up to you! It's nothing that can expire, so you can open it whenever you feel like it." Alan explained. Sarah put a finger to her chin as she considered the options."Oooohhh, it's too tempting!" She squealed. The box was light in her hands, but she could still feel the weight of the gift wrapped inside. "Can I open it now?" She pleaded, her eyes widening, and her lip wobbling."Sure!" Alan laughed. She reminded him of a kid asking their parents if they open their Christmas presents. "Go right ahead!"At the bark of his command, Sarah lightly tore at the red ribbon, unfurling it and emancipating the box from its bondage. As she removed the lid from the box, she was met with a small glow of red Christmas lights on the inside. She could see what seemed like a small, handmade rocket ship with a construction paper hull and Lego fire for thrust power. Just underneath it were the keys of a keyboard – WASD, Backspace, Enter and under all of them, a long Spacebar.It was then that Sarah found the message written on the box itself. It was hard not to see it with the decorative red glitter on it:

[WARNING]

Relationship Velocity too Fast!

HOLD SPACE TO SLOW DOWN

If pressed, the red lights on the box would turn off. As Sarah looked up as Alan he had the smuggest grin on his face. He felt really proud with this one."Oh my God! Alan! This is amazing! Did you make it yourself?"She continued to marvel at the electronics. It was simple in its design, but the story it told was more complicated. Sarah smiled to herself, fondly remembering the episode of Moonquest where Simon had unceremoniously crashed into the surface of the moon."Hope it's not too on the nose." Alan said as he walked closer to admire the box alongside Sarah. He enjoyed her initial expression as she saw it."Yeah, I'm terrible with construction paper. The electronics was the easiest of it all, to be honest." Alan said with a shrug. Though he wanted her to answer one thing for him."Up to you if you want to hold space or not, though." He added with a smirk. He did want to know if she wanted things to take things slow or let them be as they were. Of course he'd not blame her if she wanted to think it over for a while.Without hesitating, Sarah pressed the key, extinguishing the crimson lights and plunging the box into darkness. Sarah laughed. "This is the best present ever! Perfect for a Yogscast nerd like myself. Thank you, thank you!"Alan chuckled at her quite immediate decision. They could take their relationship slowly and not crash and burn in an awesome but quite abrupt end."So..." Alan checked his phone. It was almost time for their movie. "We should hurry if we want to get tickets AND a snack, and this is an awkward moment to tell you, but I'm a snacker." Alan said proudly.Sarah squealed. "Me too! Haha" They had only been together for five minutes and she was already having the time of her life. Sarah thanked her past self for accepting his invitation. "Yeah, let's go in. I go feral if I don't get my toffee popcorn."Being the gentleman that he was, Alan led the way into the cinema. The building he had chosen for their date sat adjacent to the River Avon, only a few blocks away from Queen's Square. Alan had mostly selected it for its close proximity to both of their houses, but Harry had also recommended it to him in an offhand comment once, so he decided this would be better than nothing.  Inside, the cinema's foyer was warm and inviting. There was a polished wooden floor; green potted plants covered the tables and counters, which gave it a hipster-like feel; a few guests, predominantly older folk, sat around tables drinking coffee and exchanging gossip; and small children ran underneath the chairs, to the ire of their parents. Posters of the films on offer were plastered onto the walls."Oh, yeah, I remember hearing Briony talk about this place. It's a multi-arts venue.""What does that mean?""Well, it's like a - hybrid...a mesh of different things. There's a cinema, a bar, a cafe, and a lecture forum...I think."Alan made his way to the counter. "Oh - what would you like to eat?""Can I have toffee popcorn -"Which size box?""Medium please.""Anything else?""And a Coke""Coming right up, your majesty." He gave a polite bow before marching to the counter. It produced the intended result - Sarah's honey-like laugh.Time to be a man. Alan thought to himself, as he walked into the counter, much like a cowboy approaching a bar for a drink. He let his elbow rest on the worn but still clean counter of the concession stand. A guy around 19 years old was working it. He was well built but had an awkward face."Hey--""Welcome. What would you like?" The boy’s voice was monotonous, exuding all of the radiance of a man that would prefer to be anywhere but there."Uh, do you guys have toffee popc-""Small, medium or large?""Medium, please." He said quickly before he could be interrupted again."Would you like anything else?" The concession's guy asked him. Alan adjusted his glasses, frowning before he looked at the guy directly in the eye and spoke out:"Two cokes and another box of popcorn, easy on the butter and a few napkins." He said it like a computer reading a prompt."Alrighty! Just a moment, sir." He said and got to work. Alan turned to see his date, who was admiring the posters. He liked seeing her from a distance in her natural state. He felt like the luckiest guy for getting her to go out with him.
Bzzzt bzzzt.
Alan's phone buzzed. He was surprised not by the message, but by the sender.Big Lyds: [are u with Sarah? ]Alan suddenly felt like a politician about to be assassinated. Was she guessing? Did Sarah tell her? He began to feel a bit anxious. He decided to ignore the message, for the moment being at least."Here you go!" The concession's guy came true with his order. He even went easy on the butter! Good job Concession's guy.Walking back to Sarah, Alan smiled. "Madame! I bring you le popcórne with toffeé and le Cock."He said in a very, very bad French accent, causing Sarah to cover her mouth to stifle a laugh."Le what?!" She asked, incredulously."Le Cock?" He was failing at bringing his point across. "Le Cock-Cola?" He shrugged, however they both had a laugh.Still giggling, Sarah accepted his gifts graciously. "Merci." She gave a light bow, mimicking his."Oh, I - I got a message from Lydia, asking if you were with me. Did you tell her or is she stalking us?" Considering her gigantic size, it would've been near impossible from the Amazonian warrior to hide in plain sight, but maybe she had been taking lessons from Ravs in stealth."Yeah, I hope's that not a problem? She wanted to hang out with me today and I didn't want to just say no, so I told her I was meeting up with you."Alan started to panic. Sophie already knew they had a thing going. If Lydia found out, then it might spread throughout the office like a deadly virus until eventually Lewis discovered it. And he didn't want to find out how Lewis would react if two of his employees were dating. "Did - did you tell her what we were doing?""No, just that I was hanging out with you."That's a relief. He could just pass it off as two work colleagues shooting the shit. It was a lot more manageable than if she knew they were going out to the cinema on what was effectively a date. Fuck, I should probably deal with it now. I don't want to ruin the film by worrying about this. "Do you mind if I just text her back? I think its best if we pretend it was more casual, like we got a coffee and did a board-game or something, I don't know."Sarah nodded in affirmation. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea."  Turning to the side, Alan whipped out his phone and started frantically typing back a response that he hoped would quell the discourse. As one of Sarah's closest friends, he had to look good for her if he ever wanted to have a hope of having something with her. Thus, began his performance.Alan: [yeah, we went to get coffee ]Alan took a moment to breathe before adding.Alan: [like, to a coffee shop.]He felt the need to be clear. It didn't take long for Lydia to answer.Big Lyds: [k ]                  [just keep it in your pants, loverboy]                  [if I see my girl crying I will strangle you]  An understandable response. Alan let out a weird nervous laugh. However, both he and Sarah knew this was a sort of casual date. They were adults! They didn't need anyone's permission to do anything. But maybe he'd have to be careful around Lydia, and of course really consider Sarah's feelings.With her vibing to the background music made it seem easy. Alan allowed himself to relax."Well, that went well." Alan showed Sarah his phone."Strangle you? Yeah, I think she can pull it off." Sarah commented with rosy cheeks.Alan nodded in agreement. "I guess I'll show you a good time, and not because the threat of getting strangled by Lydia was reason enough."The two walked towards the theatre, armed with snacks and drinks, both of them in a mood for a good time.They ventured further in the cinema, the polished wooden floor making way for a green, rotting carpet, imbedded with flakes of popcorn.Sarah, despite carrying a handful of snacks and a drink, still managed to skip blissfully towards the theatre room. Alan deliberately slowed his pace to a crawl to watch her go, taking in her slender legs and enjoying the movement her dress made with each skip.The duo entered the room, greeted by the adverts. A car commercial blared on the screen as they made their way to their seats, nestled in the corner at the back.Alan was happy that there weren't that many people in the cinema. Just some odd couples here and there and the rare group of girlfriends.It didn't take long for them to find their seats. What was nice of movie theatre seating was the closeness to one another it provided. He could look over at Sarah and she was a few inches away from him. He wondered what would happen if he leaned in to kiss her.Just as he wondered that, Sarah turned to smile at him. Was this the moment? Then, it was gone as she picked some popcorn and threw it into her open mouth. Alan still smiled at her."Did you watch Midsommar?" Sarah asked him and Alan nodded. "Great scary movie, but not recommended for Halloween." he responded and she nodded with a dorky smile. "I swear to god, I'm scared Rythian will be all creepy if we ever come visit."Alan then began to picture big, jolly Rythian in a white robe. The image didn't seem that creepy, then again that was the point."I was reading some of the reviews for this film yesterday - it got near universal praise! So that's a good sign." Alan took a sip of his drink.Sarah nodded. "Aster is an incredibly talented director. I would've been surprised if it hadn't got good reviews." She took another scoop of popcorn.The few people still talking quickly hushed when the opening credits played. Alan eased himself into his seat, his body confined in the tight leather. C'mon Aster, don't disappoint us now.  The first 15 minutes were a sludge to get through, with a lot of exposition and long camera shots on Joaquin Phoenix, but when the film reached its main conflict, it began to pick up pace.Every time Alan grabbed a handful of popcorn, he took the opportunity to take a glance at Sarah, her cute, dorky face illuminated by the screen. She looks so fucking good in that dress. Sarah must've seen him looking in the corner of her eyes because she turned around at that second and gave him a grin. Just when he thought she was about to say something, her hands dove for the popcorn, remerging from that sea of white, fists clenched tightly around the popcorn kernels, though some fell out on the journey to her mouth.To hide his disappointment, Alan took another swig of his drink and continued watching the film.Nothing of worth happened until half way through the film when another character began having sexual intercourse with one of the women. For an Aster film, it was pretty explicit. The couple were thrusting on one another and their grunts echoed around the cinema room.Then, suddenly, he remembered the night he had walked Sarah back from the nightclub, when they had both watched the film, and how that lust translated itself to her living room.Alan turned towards Sarah and he was startled to find that she was already looking at him. No words were exchanged between them, but they knew. An animalistic desire has been unleashed inside them, just like it had been the night of the night club.Surveying the area, he realised they were the only ones at the back of the room, with the others mostly congregated in the front row seats. No one would see us...  Instinctively, he felt his hand go down towards Sarah's lap, feeling the fabric of her snow-white dress.Delicately and stealthily, Alan slipped his hand underneath Sarah's dress, venturing until he was rebuked by the soft wall of her satin panties.Sarah wasn't resisting. She had eased herself back into her chair and was waiting for his next move, biting her lip down in anticipation.After one more sweep of the room, double-checking no one was looking in their direction, Alan peeled at her panties until he could feel the warmth of her sex, already wet with moisture.Sticking two of his fingers in, he watched as Sarah made an O-face and stifled a moan.Alan hadn't grown too used to Sarah's body yet, with their two sexual encounters, separated by a blissful night of sleep, but he relished the small mysteries that came when he buried his hand underneath her dress. She was smooth, soft and warm, and allowing his fingers to part her lips and touch her most intimate part spoke volumes of how much they two desired one another.He could see Sarah was struggling to not make a sound, as she looked intently at the movie. She had a big, awkward smile on her face, to stop herself of letting go to the pleasure and moan out loud.Alan was hard as rock underneath his pants, and he already felt the urge to simply take Sarah there and then. However, he'd have to be patient. For now, he'd enjoy doing something for her.Sarah bit her lip, as Alan's fingers probed her sex, entering her with ease and rubbing against her walls.The movie had already moved past the sex scene, as the two characters lied awkwardly in bed, with eerie background music to them. Yet, Alan and Sarah were still lustful.His middle finger went inside her, accompanied by his index. He soon felt Sarah's hand gripping his own, dictating the pace. It was hard to tell in the dark room, with the movie as the only source of light, but Sarah was red in the face. Alan could smell the faint scent of her sex.Eventually a small gasp left Sarah's mouth, her voice cute and cut short. "Aah--" As her hand covered her mouth. Alan couldn't help but silently giggle. Her struggles to avoid moaning was cute, and incredibly funny.Alan could barely hear the faintest, yet longest of whimpers coming from Sarah as her orgasm reached her. She shuffled in her seat, while the movie was going through an intense scene with Joaquin Phoenix losing his mind and, meanwhile, so was Sarah.Alan pretended he was watching the movie in case anyone turned around, but apparently nobody did. He looked over at Sarah, who had almost fallen over as reached her climax. The shorter girl managed to find her seat again, drenched in her own juices. Somebody will need to clean that up. Maybe he ought to leave a tip.Sarah, clearly embarrassed by what had transpired, leaned over to Alan to whisper, "I missed what happened," with a shy smile on her face.Alan shrugged. "I wasn't paying attention either." The two shared a giggle and enjoyed the rest of the movie together.Sarah had gotten more relaxed after what happened, leaning onto Alan as they watched the movie. He lent her his arm, which she hugged, triggering butterflies in his stomach.The movie didn't have any jump scares, but some pretty messed up scenes near the ending – a level of realism to the torture and a definite bad end for almost everyone in the movie.  "Joaquin Phoenix can act!" Alan proclaimed as they left the theatre."Duh! Didn't you watch Joker?" Sarah asked. "He's really good at looking sad and creepy."Alan agreed. "I just remember he was very punchable in Gladiator, which was the point, really." The time was no 17:16. Alan halted suddenly. "Do you want to get something to eat? Its quarter past five now, and popcorn isn't really a meal. I'll pay." He volunteered, hoping that would be enough to persuade her."Sure! But just to eat...right?" She looked at him curiously."Oh yeah, totally! Food. That's it! I don't want you think I'm being too pushy or anything." Alan knew he had to take it slowly with Sarah from now on. One misstep and that could be it. Gone. Click. In an instance."Sounds good to me!" She said cheerfully. "Where do you want to go?"The two looked around. Most of the high-class restaurants were packed and it didn't feel appropriate to visit a McDonalds, not when Sarah was wearing that dress. Eventually, they settled on a small, quaint restaurant nestled in a corner, far removed from the heaving masses. It looked cheap, spacious, and, most importantly, inviting.The restaurant had a casual ambiance to it that was ideal for this not super elegant date they were having. It was strange, going from fingering Sarah in a movie theatre to this, but he'd have to look up for more of this pleasantry if they hung out more.Alan ordered himself some pesto with salad, while Sarah helped herself to a pizza.  "Mmmph! Shooo goood." Sarah claimed, with some of the pizza still in her mouth, before continuing to chew the food she wasn't done eating yet. She took a drink of her iced tea through a straw before finally swallowing."You're eating that pizza like you haven't eaten in days. Is everything alright at home?" Alan asked with a smirk, only for Sarah to pretend to cry.A couple of minutes later, the couple were enjoying the feeling of a nice, full stomach while they had a simple chat about their life."She's kinda like an older sister to me." Alan said, showing Sarah a picture of his family. She smiled as she looked at it."They're sooo cute. Do you see them often?" Sarah asked, returning his phone. Alan let out a nervous chuckle."Well, it's just been a couple of weeks since I arrived...maybe I'll see them in the holidays. Well, maybe.""Oh yeah." Sarah gave him a knowing look. "This year's Jingle Jam is going to be crazy. Like, last year was crazy too but I'm going to do soooo much work."Alan chuckled. "I guess we'll both be busy, huh?" Alan shrugged, getting a cute smile from Sarah.The two let the moment linger, as they simply watched one another across the table."I really had fun today, Alan. I really did.'Fuck, Alan thought. She was ramping up to something. Did he fuck up? Did he take things too slow? Too fast?! Obviously too fast, you fingered her on a public space! After she told you to take it slow!"But I really should get home. You know? In spirit of "Press Space to Slow Down." She had a bit of a red face saying that last part.Alan felt stupid, and nodded to her."Y-yeah, hehehe." Alan said, standing up right after she did. He walked her out of the nice restaurant, but he'd not push any further."Uhm...I don't want to like, make you feel guilty by saying this but..." Alan started. "I really had fun today too. And uhm...I like you, Sarah. Like, for real, for real." He said, before a thought came to him. "Forever traitor." He said to show he was being honest.Sarah giggled and nodded."So, like, I'd really love a second date--Whenever you feel ready, okay? No pressure." He raised his hands defensively, trying to remind her. Sarah seemed to grow red at his confession."I-I like you too, Alan. B-but yeah, let's take it slow. Get to know each other better before we...y'know." Sarah seemed to agree with him. Alan smiled."Uhm, so this is where we go our separate ways..."Alan wasn't sure if he should try to go for a kiss. It was always hard the first date. He looked at Sarah, trying to gauge her expression.  Though the restaurant's lights were blindingly bright, she still saw Alan lean in, his lips slightly pursed.At the sight of his desire, she felt butterflys erupt in her stomach. Her head felt light, and her face hot. She loved it when he didn't hold back, when he made it clear that he was madly in love with her. It was romantic, and was everything Sarah had hoped for in a relationship when she was younger.Turning her head to a 90 degree angle, she allowed Alan to plant a light kiss on her left cheek.The Oregon native took his time, savouring every millisecond. And, as he withdrew, he left an imprint of his love and devotion."I'll message you later" she said tiredly."Ok. Stay safe." Alan waved after her.  He stood there for a few minutes, in the middle of the restaurant, the waiters encircling him, looking at the empty place she had vacated.
Not too bad, Alan. Not bad at all.
He paid the bill and began his stroll back home.It was 19:00 by the time he slammed the door shut.He still felt elated. That was the first proper date he had been on in years and seeing Sarah walk beside him in that dress, feeling the looks of people as they walked together as a couple, was an image he would enjoy for a very long time.Tomorrow was a Monday, which meant a return to the monotonous rhythm of office life, but now that he had mended his relationship with Sarah and re-established cordial terms, he was confident working was going to be enjoyable again, just like it had been when he first arrived.Slinging his bag onto the living room sofa, Alan marched up the stairs, kicked down his door, and threw himself into the confines of his warm covers. He whipped out his phone, scrolling until he found Sarah's contact.  Alan: [Hey! u make it back safely?]A few minutes passed by with no reply. Just as he was about to give up and turn over in his bed, Sarah responded.Sarah: [Yeah! Thank uuuuuu soooo much for today! Loved every minute!]Alan: [Hehe, no problem! It was great to just get out and have fun with you]Alan: [Are there any other films coming out soon you want to watch? Maybe we can be cinema buddies!?]Sarah: [OMG! I love the sound of that! Can't think of anything at the moment...]A sign. She wanted to carry on with the relationship but at a slower pace. Alan could work with that.Alan: [Nor can I. Well, if something does come up, our assess are going to be in those seats, day one]A thought came to his head, one that had been tormenting him ever since the morning.Alan: [Oh, did Lydia ever message you back? She left me on read]Sarah: [Yeah, she did]Alan: [Well?  ]Sarah: [Oh, she wanted to know how our date went]Alan: [What did you tell her? I hope you made it clear that I paid for dinner]Sarah: [I couldn't think of how to tell her that you fingered me in the back of a cinema room]Alan assumed Sarah and Lydia were very close, but he wouldn't imagine them that close. Then again, Sarah did admit to Lydia about what happened after their night at the club.He caught himself smiling as he remembered kissing Sarah on her couch. Not it was twice that they've gotten heated while watching a movie. If he was lucky, he'd never watch a full movie with her.Alan: [Do you think she'd be happy to know about it? ]Sarah: [ Eeeeeh  ]Alan: [Maybe Mom doesn't have to know about this one. She thinks I'm going to lead you down the path of sex, drugs and rock n' roll.]Sarah: [Sex, maybe]          [ What about Rock n Roll or drugs tho?]Was she probing him? Alan suddenly felt as if he was in a dating sim. That feeling alone responded her question.Alan: [ I'm not a cool Latino guitarrist if that's what you're asking, sorry.  ]           [And drugs are too cool for me, I think]           [Is caffeine a drug?]Sarah: [YES]  The two spent the next few hours messaging back and forth, talking about everything from Ari Aster’s filmography to Sarah’s infatuation with Hamilton the musical.Sarah: [It's getting a bit late. I think I’m going to call it a night. Mondays, am I right?]Alan: [hahaha yeah we got work tomorrow]          [today was nice. I liked it alot]          [ See you tomorrow? ]Sarah: [hehe! yup! See ya tomorrow!]          [night, Alan!]Alan: [good night!]Alan liked how she put his name in her last message. He now regretted not doing the same thing. For most people it wouldn’t be much, but for him it added just an extra bit of intimacy. It made him just a tiny bit special.He already began to regret having to work tomorrow. Sit next to Sarah and chat with her and be friendly without going over the line they had just set. He'd not expect to kiss or hug her in the office, but he wouldn't want to be too distant.Maybe he should be wary not to grow too dependent on her company to be happy, though he was definitely enjoying the thrill of liking her and being liked by her. Making something nice for her, and her cute face lighting up when she accepted it. Alan genuinely loved making her happy like that.As he laid his head down on the pillow, his mind swam with images of Sarah, Bristol and the future that awaited them.

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The sweet melody of the birds greeted Alan, as he walked through Bristol, pondering what the future held for him. It was late April and summer was still hibernating. He smiled as he looked up at the grey English sky, imagining what it would be like to settle down with Sarah – living with her, sleeping next to her, cuddling her, growing old with her. Maybe he was getting too impetuous, but love was like a drug, it could addle the senses and blind the vision.
Ooof!
Alan had been day-dreaming too much that he didn't notice he had bumped into someone. As his glasses fell to the floor, his vision, in tandem, declined from perfect to naked mole rat."Excuse you!" A feminine voice called out to him. He couldn't tell who she was by her face, but he felt guilty pretty much immediately."Sorry! I wasn't...shoot, my glasses."Alan could see the blackish blur that was his glasses against the grey cement of the floor. Before he picked them up, he saw what he assumed was a hand picking them up and offering them to him."Here you go." The voice said.Accepting them graciously, he immediately put his familiar glasses on, hoping they were undamaged. He could now make up the person who he had collided with.Raising his head from the cobblestone path, Alan saw a large woman towering over him, her silhouette outlined by the rays of the sun, giving her a glowing aura. He saw her Auburn hair tangle down to her breasts, her sharp, slender waist, and her smile, as warm as the blistering sun above. He knew who she was in an instant.
Oh fuck, it's Lydia.
Brushing himself off, Alan tried to regain his composure. "I am soooo sorry, Lydia. I was lost in my own world. Are you ok?""Oh, I'm fine mate. Don't beat yourself over it. Although, if it wasn't you, I’d probably have whacked you by now." She said with a heavy laugh.Alan joined in. "Wha - what are you doing out here? I thought you lived on the other side of Bristol?"She cocked one of her eyebrows. "Oh, am I not allowed to walk around by myself, Alan? Do I have to receive your permission?"Even if she was teasing him, she was stern enough for Alan to believe."Of course not! Just wondering, that's all...""Haha, I'm just playing with you, glasses.” She gave him a light bump on the shoulders. “I just wanted to get out of the house, get some fresh air, so I decided to take a stroll around the office." She shrugged. "Bristol can be really picturesque this time of year." She pointed to Queen's Square, where flowers of red and yellow shimmered brightly in the summer air.Alan assented. Though it didn't match the beauty of wild Cascadia where he had grown up, Bristol still had its charms."So..." The Amazonian warrior placed her hands on her hips. "Did you and Sarah have a nice time yesterday?"The intern froze. Of course, she's going to ask about that. Just don't give anything away.Scratching his head, Alan said, "Oh yeah! Yeah, we had a fun time.""You went to the cinema, right?""That's right. We watched Beau is Afraid.""Oh, I've seen that advertising. Was it good?""Yeah, it was..." The clip of Sarah orgasming as he probed her clit replayed itself in his head. "- it was great. We both loved it.""That's good to hear. You two didn't do anything naught now, did you?" Lydia wagged her index finger like a disapproving mother.Alan gave a nervous laugh. "No...no, hahaha...," his voice trailing away from him."No? You didn't fuck her in the back? Stick your dick in the popcorn box?" Alan shook his head. "Finger in the back of the room?"He froze. Lydia's eyes were impassive. Did she know? Had Sarah told her? Or was that just a lucky guess?Tentatively, making sure he didn't give away any of his underlying emotions, Alan responded with a half strained chuckle before responding, "haha, no, it wasn't that exciting. Maybe we'll do that on our second date."Lydia's stern facade broke. "Good one, glasses. Just keep it slow, yeah?" She gave him a wink. "I just want Sarah to be happy. I'm like her older sister. If you mess with her, you mess with me."Alan gulped. The thought of Lydia strangling him terrified him...and turned him on. I should probably move on from this idea before I get an erection in front of her, he thought.Lydia flicked her wrist to check her watch. "Shit. We should get back now. I've got to stream with Ravs at 10:30. We've got an ad stream.""Oh, that's with Ubisoft, right?" He said, remembering the draft stream schedule Sarah had posted on the office's WhatsApp last Friday."Yeah. It's a big one, so I can't really slack off."  Side-by-side, the two walked back towards the office, discussing the latest Assassin's Creed game and how slept on Splinter Cell was as a franchise."They've got such great potential there and they're just sitting on it. Ubisoft, what the hell are you doing?!" Alan complained as they walked over the common."Shut the fuck up." Lydia said in a playful tone as they went into the office. "If they listen to you, little sweaty nerd in glasses fucking giving them shit, they're gonna cancel out on me." Lydia explained in a fake exasperated tone. She was frighteningly good at using the correct tone of voice for it. It was hard for the sweaty nerd in glasses to keep up."And we don't want them to take your ad revenue away." Alan coyly added, getting a grin from Lydia."Of course not! I'm high maintenance! I need to be wined and dined Alan, you wouldn't get it." The streamer herself added, gesturing to herself with her finely trimmed nails and posing a bit. She liked to joke around as if she wasn't as hot as she was."Really? Just get you drunk and bring you some Nando's?" Alan asked with a grin. He stopped on his desk while Lydia kept making her way into the streaming room."Again, keep it in your pants, glasses! Stick to your lane and we won't have trouble." Her threat was played off as a joke, but Alan gauged it was real. He enjoyed talking to Lydia, and she seemed as straightforward as they came. But she also knew she was hot stuff and enjoyed getting compliments. Alan wondered if there was a world where he could have a casual thing with her like he did with Nina.He pondered that as he sat on his desk, smiling over at Sarah as he turned on his PC."Hey, you!" Sarah said, with her usual bright smile. "Was Lydia trying to...scare you off or something?"With a shake of his head, Alan waved the thought off. "Nah, I bumped into her on the way to the office. We just chatted for a bit.” After some hesitation, he decided to come clean about the subject of their conversation. "She did, like, immediately ask about yesterday, but she moved on from that after I, uh, told her nothing happened."Sarah seemed to relax at that."Don't worry too much." She assured him. "Lydia really isn't that intimidating. She's one of the nicest, kindest people I know."Alan watched Lydia march around the kitchen, deep in conversation with Briony. "Oh yeah, I know. She can be really funny...and...blunt, I guess, haha. It's just her size that worries me. She could pick me up and throw me against a wall if she wanted."  The morning progressed fairly uneventfully after that. Lydia soon excused herself to play with Harry on the sponsored stream, which Alan sporadically watched in between his work, flicking between the tabs. Sarah, evidently free from the burden of work, lounged back in her chair and cycled through TikToks.Alan suddenly realised something was missing."Hey!" He said, turning to Sarah. "Where's Sophie? She's usually here by now. I didn't see her on my walk in today, which is strange because we usually walk in together."Lifting her head above her phone, Sarah said, "Oh, she's at her parent’s house in Wales - some urgent family business. I think she's going to be away for most of the week.""Oh," Alan said glumly. "I hope everything is ok.""Yeah, I think so. She was planning on seeing them at some point anyway, so decided now was the best time.""Ah, that makes sense," Alan responded, though still couldn't help but feel forlorn at his friend's absence. "Have you ever gone to Wales?" Alan asked his neighbour idly, as he saw Daf pass by."Once actually! It's honestly like a fairy tale land when you see the mountains and the greenery"Alan tilted his head curiously at that. "That sounds a bit like Oregon." Some pictures and photographs of the nature in Oregon made it seem like it's some sort of paradise. Maybe Wales was one too. Maybe he could visit someday.  To distract himself from the mind-numbingly boring duty of editing a 3hr cut into a 30min one that Matt had delegated to him, Alan chose to spend his break with Ravs, intrigued by the Scotman's eccentric nature and his natural inclination to spill into a long, passionate tirade about a subject close to his heart."I gotta stop saying I'm new to YouTube in my vids. I sound like such a fucking pleb." The Scotsman complained to Alan."Yeah, I bet the algorithm doesn't like that kind of shit," Alan responded. "Might penalize you, or something.""Yeah." Ravs conceded. "I'm doing a segment where some people play their favorite games for like an hour if you wanna be part of it.""Eh?" Alan was startled by the invitation. Why would anyone care who he was? He was just a nameless intern. That sounded like a terrible idea if Ravs wanted some views."Uh..."Ravs gave a hearty laugh at Alan's hesitation. "That's fine m'dude, just thought I'd ask."Once Ravs had waddled back to his desk space, Alan helped himself to some lunch - a warm sausage roll Daf had brought him from Greggs, which he washed down with a cup of warm coffee."Mmmmhhh." He said, smacking his lips. "You Brits sure know how to make a good pasty."Daf chuckled. "Thanks, mate. They not do those back in Oregon?""Nowhere near half as good. Thanks for picking me up one.""Ah, don't mention it," Daf said, waving his arms dismissively. "With Sophie gone, the burden falls on me to pick us up lunch." The Welsh man soon strode away, leaving Alan to contend with his work. Since Sarah had gone to eat with Briony at a cafe next door, he was left alone in his corner of the office. Or so he thought."Whatcha working on, glasses?" Alan looked up from his desk to find Lydia hovering over him. Just like the morning, she was towering over him, but instead of being cast against the outline of the sun, her outline was now pronounced by the office's lights."Oh, uh...one of Tom's videos. Nearly done with it actually.""Cool." Her response, delivered coolly, suggested that she wasn't particularly interested in his occupation.Without much warning, the giantess sat down on his work space, her hips grazing against his monitor. Alan braced for the desk to collapse under her weight but it never did. Alan felt a bit more aware of the shape of Lydia's legs due to the proximity, though he knew better than to stare. Lydia seemed more interested in the vacant spaces adjacent to him.Lydia nodded to one of the empty seats. "Where's Sarah, did you scare her away already?""Alan felt the jab. He knew he shouldn't lose his cool next to Lydia. Riling her up like he often did with Sophie seemed like a terrible idea, especially since she could literally cave his face in with a swift motion."Oh, she's with Briony, filling her...coffee tank."Lydia stifled a laugh, her well manicured hand covering her mouth as she glanced at him. "I thought you were going somewhere different with that sentence. Sorry!" She didn't seem all that guilty of what her own dirt mind had conjured."And you think I'm the dirty-minded one here." Alan said defensively, crossing arms as he leaned back on his chair. That provoked a reaction from the Amazonian lady."Don't give me that shit, you know what your mind is like." She said. "I bet you're thinking some messed up shit about half the girls you work with."Alan had no defence against that. He felt his face get red. He'd been thinking more than he should of some of the married girls in the office."That's...not...true..." He spluttered out, but even he couldn't believe his own lie.Lydia laughed at that. "I got my eye on all four of yours, mate."  She threatened him, with that elegant tone of her voice that made the blow much less intense."What's it gonna take for you to stop hating me?" Alan demanded. Lydia looked away as she thought about it. She scratched her chin."Okay. Fine. I'll give you a chance. Let's hang out. I've been meaning to tie you up and torture you anyways." She casually said with a grin on her lips.Alan gulped at that. Spending the day with Lydia sounded both enticing and terrifying. She had a powerful aura surrounding her, one the other girls simply didn’t have. And it wasn't just because of her size. Her voice never wavered - it was always exuding confidence, like she was never wrong or could ever be wrong."Er...sure, that sounds like a plan..." He pulled at his collar, already feeling his throat clench up under the pressure. "Where? To do what?"Lydia was playing with one of the pens strewn about on his desk. "Well, I've got this BDSM lair underneath my house. I could maybe tie you up in my sex swing and peg you for a few hours?" She suggested casually.She's joking, right? She has to be joking. But he couldn't read her. The Amazonian women's eyes were shrouded by a veil of fog.He tried to play along with her, though he had none of the confidence or suave he had with Sophie. "Sounds like a regular Tuesday morning for me. You're only going to peg me because...because...you wouldn't be able to...handle me in bed..." He said weakly. If his reply hadn't been disjointed, it might have landed, but Lydia wasn't buying it."Sure thing, four eyes." She laughed with a wink. "I'm sure your timid posture could handle this -" she gestured to her figure. "On second thought, I won't start with the pegging - we can build up to that. Maybe we could get a drink, a bit to eat, or just walk around Bristol for a while. It's up to you. I just want to get you know you, and make sure you're treating Sarah rightly." She warned sternly.Alan thought about a proper reply to her, but by the time he'd done conjuring it, the titanic woman had already left. She was quick on the go, and Alan knew he'd have to get used to her if he wanted to impress her.Maybe he should talk to Ravs or Harry about Lydia. Sadly, it'd be hard telling them the reason why. The last thing he'd want is to disseminate a rumour that he was trying to impress Lydia to get closer to Sarah.Maybe someone who was close to her but outside of their friend group. Then, he remembered Lydia and Bouphe usually came to the office together. Maybe he'd get somewhere if he asked one of the Boomer Sisters.Alan made sure to look for Bouphe...as soon as he finished his editing. He checked the clock and made sure he wasn't slacking on work.  Minutes bled into hours. The warm morning gave way to the dry, early evening. And Alan's work was at an end - another Angry Tom video done and dusted. He made sure to send it to Matthew, as per tradition, before hopping off his seat."Where are you going?" Sarah asked, curiously."Oh, I just need to catch up with someone. Won't be 10 minutes."The intern left her watching TikTok videos to seek out Bouphe.He strolled over to the kitchen, finding Kirsty hunched over her phone at the table. "Hey, Kirsty!""Hi, Alan!" She squeaked with a large beam."I don't suppose you've seen Bouphe today, have you?""Bouphe? Oh yeah, she was here a few minutes ago. I think she went to wash her hands.""Great." Not wanting Kirsty to eavesdrop on their conversation, the intern embarked on a quest to find her.Soon enough, she emerged from the office's restrooms."Oh hey, Bouphe!"The small woman stared back at him in bewilderment. Bouphe was wearing a light-pink cardigan over a plain white t-shirt and a pair of tight jeans which accentuated her body type."It's Alan, the new intern guy. Sorry, we haven't interacted much.""Alan? Oh, right. Sorry, yeah, I remember. Can I help or...?"She must have sensed that this encounter wasn't random. Whether he gave it away in his facial expressions or just by his sudden manifestation, he couldn't tell. Probably both."I was hoping you could help me...er...decipher Lydia, since you two have been friends for so long."She crossed her arms. Today, she was wearing a black cardigan, ripped jeans and had her almond hair wrapped up in a ponytail. "Sure." She said in a relaxed manner.Sophie, or rather Bouphe, could tell something was up by Alan's mannerisms alone. The fact that he approached her reminded her of how viewers came up to their favourite streamers for a picture at a convention. She was quietly amused."If you're trying to get with her, I don't think you're like, her type." Bouphe shot him down almost immediately. Her tone was gently apologetic, in her northern accent."Eh? Oh, no, no." Alan shook his head, awkwardly. "It's more like... she's got a bad impression of me, and I want to clear it up."He wasn't bad looking at all, Bouphe thought to herself. "Fine. I'll tell you what you can do, but you gotta promise you're not gonna knock her up."Alan blinked erratically. "Who, Lydia?" Bouphe nodded with a grin. "I told you it's not abou--" Then his mind went to the idea of releasing his pent-up lust inside the woman. Bouphe must have noticed his expression change."I was joking, you know?" Bouphe told him with a smile. Alan gave a feint laugh. "But anyways. Lyds is like, shallow as fuck. Like, she likes to pretend she's more than that but she's a basic bitch and I love that about her."Alan nodded, then blinked at her. "Wait, what am I supposed to do about that?""Do the cliche things! Get her some flowers, or chocolate. Tell her hair looks pretty. That she's gorgeous, or shit. Like, that she's fun or talented. Basic white girl shit."Alan began mentally writing down Bouphe's advice. Chocolate. Flowers. Compliments."Right, gotcha. And you think this will work?" He asked hesitantly."It'll work. Trust me.""Perfect! Does she have a particular preference for chocolate?""Lydia? That fat bitch will eat anything. Grab her a slab of milk chocolate and she'll be begging you to put a baby inside her...but don't do that. Not only will you probably get fired, but Lydia would be an awful mom. She'd end up accidentally putting it in the oven or something."Alan chuckled at that. "Ok, thanks a lot, Bouphe. I don't want there to be any animosity between her and me, so I'll stick to your advice.""Don't mention it, mate."He made to walk back to the office but stopped himself. "Oh, I trust this will stay between us two, right? I don't want people to think I'm trying to knock up every girl in the office or something." He signed off with a nervous laugh.Bouphe made the motion of zipping her lips with her hand. "Your secret is my secret." She pledged."Thanks so much."Alan made a mental note to also find a way to thank Bouphe for her help. She was much more approachable than she seemed and maybe he could come to her for more things. He looked back at her when he'd dismissed himself as she made her way to one of the recording rooms. He'd seen plenty of her on video but that was probably the longest talk he's had with her in person. At least he could talk to her like a person. It seemed his star-struck psychosis was wearing off.  True to his word, he returned to his station with Sarah in under 10 minutes. To make up for his absence, he brought her a drink from the fridge."Brain juice." He told her, and Sarah, the object of his affections, beamed at him. "Awww! Thank you!" Those smiles were the reason he'd go through all of this.Alan checked his email and made sure what was on the table for tomorrow. Just some editing for TTT.With that done, he was ready to end his day. Alan stretched out his arms and stood up."Chat later?" She offered and Alan hesitated before nodding."I'm gonna do some stuff before coming home, so sure. Just wait for me." Alan said with a smile. He'd never truly say no to her.Sarah waved him off, and soon Alan was gone. He waited in Queen's Park before texting LydiaAlan: [So, meet you at...?]He looked down some of the streets. Chocolate and flowers wouldn't take too long for him to get for Lydia if we went to the small shopping centre nearby. He decided to gather her supplies while he waited for her reply.The ding of the supermarket's door announced his entry. Ok, chocolate...ah, here. He scooped up a slab of Cadbury's milk chocolate."Next!" Shouted the cashier. Alan followed the procession, dumping his treasures on the counter. The man grabbed, scanned and then violently threw them back into Alan's chest. "That will be £7.50."Alan swiped his card, bid the man farewell, and plunged back out into the evening air, which was already growing cold and harsh.Shoving the chocolate bar under his arm, he grabbed his phone to check his messages.
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Lydia: [Meet me on the northern side of Queen's Square]He followed her instructions, walking across the common with purpose. I hope this works.Alan finally saw her leaning against a red-brick building on the square's northern side. "Hey!" He called out."Hey dude!" She called back cheerfully. Her eyes lit up at the sight of the goods he carried hither. "Oh, did you get those for me? Alan, you shouldn't have!""Consider this a peace offering," Alan said as he bequeathed the chocolates onto Lydia."Oh my. Cadbury. You spare no expense, glasses." She joked, although she was already breaking a piece and putting it in her mouth.Alan knew the plan was working. He smiled up at her, and Lydia stopped to laugh a bit awkwardly."Shit. Sorry, I'm just shoving chocolate into my face like a toddler." She said before wrapping the rest of the chocolate bar up in the wrapper. "Anyways. I know where we can talk. This way, glasses." Lydia started walking down one of the busy streets and Alan tried his best to keep up to her large steps with his shorter legs. "So, you really, really, really didn't sleep with Sarah yesterday?"Alan almost tripped. He thought this type of conversation was why they were going elsewhere. He stumbled on his words."Wh-what?" He asked, cursing himself for the terrible reaction."Did you get too personal with my bestie Sarah, Alan? It's not a complicated question."Alan sighed. But at least he could answer honestly."No, we didn't have sex! I told you. You can ask her if you want." His answer was more defensive than he felt was necessary. Being constantly probed, scrutinised by people at the office was starting to have an effect on him."I did. But I don't want that girl getting corrupted by your...cute nerd charms." She said. Alan wasn’t sure if she was complimenting or mocking him. He looked up at her and met her gaze. "That's exactly what I mean! You look like a kicked puppy." She let out another cackle and Alan couldn't help but join in too."A puppy that gives you chocolate and..." He stopped right there when he saw just what he was looking for. "Hold on a sec." He said, going into a stand and, after a quick transaction, returning with a bouquet that contained a myriad of summer flowers - Lavender, Peonies and Morning Glories. "I wanted to get you these," Alan said. Lydia couldn't play it off as a joke."Thank you, Alan. You know, it's been a while since someone's given me flowers. Outside my birthday and stuff." She said, a hand going through her chestnut hair, in a very girly manner."Y-you know. Peace offering. And also like, a thank you." Alan said with a small, shy smile.Lydia wasn't sure she was catching on to the last part."Thank you for...what?" She asked."For helping me with Sarah the other day. And well... everything really. Before working in the office I was a fan and your streams playing Oblivion really made me cry laugh and I haven't said thank you for that yet." Alan spoke from the heart. He was embellishing a bit, but he wasn't lying. He did want to show her some appreciation. It just coincidentally lined up with this.Lydia accepted his tributes graciously. "Hearing that my streams made you laugh really means a lot. Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing, you know. Is this really worth it? Or am I just wasting my time? But it's good to know that it makes some people happy. Thanks, mate."Seeing the young intern open up in such a way helped her understand why Sarah was so enamoured with him. He's cute, kind, gentle and sincere. Sarah's struck gold.Alan scratched the back of his head. "You're welcome," he said sheepishly. "So, where are we going? You're not planning to take me to an alleyway and gut me for my organs, are you?""Oh shit, you figured out my plan. Might as well get it over with now." She pulled out a fictional dagger and made a stabbing motion. "Ugh, die you bespectacled fuck!" She screamed before bursting into her signature boisterous laugh. Alan joined in. The tension that had been between them a few minutes ago had been eroded away in an instant. "Haha. No, I'm taking you back to my place. It's not that far. I would've offered to go to a restaurant or something, but I'm broke at the moment and don't particularly want to socialize...with the plebs."Alan nodded in affirmation. "That's fair. To do what, though?""I don't know...like eat, drink, slag off people in the Yogscast?"Alan chuckled. "Sounds like a plan!"  The two made their way to Lydia's flat, trading stories and exchanging banter. Bristol was pleasant this time of night; not too warm, not too cool. Finally, after a ten-minute walk, they arrived at her flat in the centre of Bristol. While Lydia unlocked the door, Alan flicked his wrist to check the time. 7:22PM."Voila! Welcome to my lair!" She announced as Alan stepped into the foyer. Pictures of her cats - Hastings and Pam - hung on her entrance hall. Lydia caught Alan looking. "They're not here today, unfortunately. Had to take them to a friend's.""Ah, that's a shame. Maybe next time?""Yeah, hopefully."Switching on her living room light, the Amazonian directed him to take a seat on the stainless, leather couch. "Make yourself at home. Want me to get you any wine?"Wine? Lydia really is treating me today. Maybe this was her way of clearing up any animosity and getting Sarah's two friends on a better track?"I would love some red wine, if that's ok?""Sure. Coming right up!"While Lydia busied herself in the kitchen, Alan took the opportunity to survey her room. A few souvenirs from her Youtube career could be found strewn around the place:  her 100,000 subscriber plaque was mounted on the wall above her TV, a certificate from her time as a game reviewer, framed in a silver case, hung suspended above the mantlepiece, and a random assortment of past craft stream productions lay scattered on the table.The house was small and modest, but the way Lydia had inundated it with furniture and styled it, made it feel much more cosier and richer than it had any right to be. A picture on his vision's periphery caught his attention. It was a picture from one of the last Jingle Jams - Lydia, Ravs, and Harry were posing for the camera, dressed up in extravagant costumes.Must be from the Poker Stream, he thought to himself. Last year's."Here you go, young man!" Lydia boomed, handing him a glass of crimson-red wine."Ah, thank you, my lady." He gave a light bow.Lydia laughed at that. "Oh God, please don't tell me you're one of those fedora-wearing incels. Ravs goes off about them all the time on Zero Degrees and they sound just like that."Alan retorted defensively. "Yeah, I was mocking them, really. Haha.""Well, here's to Alan - the latest intern and nerd to be corrupted by the Yogscast!" They clinked their glasses. "Oh God, this lightning is really doing my head in. Do you mind if I dim the lights and put on some candles? My head is just getting a bit fuzzy.""Not at all.""Cool. It might get rid of the smell of cat, as well."Lydia did just that - switching off the lights and replacing them with candles. The sweet smells of sage and oat milk permeated her living room.  It was strong and helped clear both of their heads without being too overpowering."Ah, that's much better."They sat around in silence for a while, the flicker of the candles being their only sound, and the occasional crunch of milk chocolate, which they passed around."So, you've been with us -""A month and a half now.""Damn, that long already?" Lydia had settled in a comfortable position on the sofa, her legs raised on a stool and her back leaning against the leather. "Feels longer.""Haha, yeah. It really does. I think it's because so much has happened in that time."Lydia murmured in agreement. "And you've already fucked one Yogscast girl in that time. Impressive.""Can you stop bringing that up? It makes me feel bad." He said meekly. They both knew he had got with Sarah. There was no need to keep bringing it up again and again."Haha, I'm sorry. I'll stop if it's upsetting you." After taking another bite of the slab of chocolate, Lydia said, "So, how big of a fan were you of me?"Alan turned to her. "Oh, you can't even comprehend, haha. Aside from the main channel, I probably watched yours the most religiously.""Really?""Yeah, you're funny and easy-going. I like that.""Did you watch me from the start or...?""Just after you joined the Yogscast, so...like, what? 2018? 2017?""Yeah, 2018. Damn, so going five years strong," Lydia said sentimentally."Hah, yeah. Back when SquidGame was your thing." Alan said, earning a chuckle from Lydia."Oh you bastard. Don't remind me of that. I still get shit from fans for that."With a chuckle, Alan seemed to relax. "Well, you're my favourite Korean Drama." He responded getting a flattered "Thank you!""Nobody appreciates my talent for comedy, my intellectualism..."Alan went for the neck. "Don't tell me they think you're just a pretty..." He glanced at her up and down, faking not seeing anything attractive about her."Hey, fuck off glasses! You're talking a lot of shit for being in strangling range." That broke the two of them, laughing together.Alan would have thought this was just friendly banter, and maybe it was, but the wine, the candles, the sofa... The atmosphere was undeniably romantic."Okay, sorry, sorry." Alan backtracked."Lydia, you are sooo smart." Lydia nodded, graciously."And you're a comedic genius.""Uh-huuuummm?" She would not deny that, but she was plainly fishing for more compliments."And you're my favorite Yogscast--I mean, my favorite Twitch Streamer." He added, amused."Keep them coming, mate."Alan rolled his eyes."And I only watch Tom's videos when you're in them."She wasn't too charmed by that one. Her expression got more sour."....and you're sooo hot.""There you go!" Lydia said, sipping some wine. "I knew you were thinking that.""Hey! It's true!" Alan said defensively. "You can't deny it. And I can't deny it."Lydia swirled her wine glass, thinking pensively. "And what percentage of you would you say watched my videos because I was funny and what percentage because you liked staring at my tits?" She cocked her head and raised an eyebrow.The heat and ambience of the room was getting to him now - the thick fragrance of the candles, the taste of the wine; all of it culminating in an intoxicating haze, assaulting his senses.Alan stuttered out an answer. "Er...ugh...80% for the former and 20% for the later." He didn't want to downplay how attractive he found her, but he also didn't want her to think he only liked her for her body, so went for a percentage that was both believeable and acceptable.Lydia didn't buy it. "Ok, so it's the opposite - 80 for the tits, 20 for the laughs." She took another swig of her glass. Alan watched the liquid run down her throat. "I'm not offended by the way. That's a good ratio."She placed her empty glass on the table. Alan did the same. "You're not -"Lydia interrupted him, raising a hand. "Do you know who you remind me of?"Alan shook his head."Henry Cavill...but like a twink version...""Is that a good thing?""Oh, I'm feral for Henry Cavill. I just want that man to lift me up in his strong arms, pin me against the wall, and...the wine is already talking." She gave out a light chuckle. "Do you mind if I grab something from upstairs? I'll be like five...ten minutes at the most. Help yourself to anything in the fridge.""Of course not. You do what you have to do. But be warned, when you come back there might not be any more chocolate left."Lydia smiled. "Knock yourself out, glasses."Alan watched her go upstairs, leaving him to mull over his thoughts in the dimly-lit seclusion of her living room.  
Fuck, I hope I haven't offended her or anything.
It was hard to tell with Lydia; she masked her emotions well, hiding them behind an austere facade, making it difficult for Alan to gauge her reaction.I'm sure everything is fine. I mean, she did coax that reply out of me...and she is conventionally attractive, so she can't really blame me for looking at her.As he broke a few more fragments of chocolate away from the slab, he became distracted by the movement of his shadows, projected on the living room wall by the candles, which still flickered and glowed passionately.The odour of sage and cream still seeped throughout the room. Alan was glad Lydia had lit them. It was soothing and relaxing to just sit there and breath in the fumes.Bored, he whipped out his phone, only to discover that he had four messages and one missed call.
Shit! Sarah.
The unusualness of the evening had made him completely forget that he was supposed to text Sarah when he got back.Sarah: [Hey!]          [U back yet?]          [Alan?]          [U haven't fallen in the canal, have you? ]Fuck, I've got to fix this.Frantically, he smashed the buttons on his virtual keyboard. The messages were only an hour old; there was a chance she was still awake.Alan: [Omg, sorry I forgot to text u!]         [Just been busy making dinner, showering and eating chocolate ]         [Lewis wasn't able to push me in...yet ]He waited with bated breath. C'mon...Sarah: [hehe, np. Glad you're safe ]             [Have u watched Avatar: The Last Airbender? Saw it recommended on Netflix. Thought about checking it out.]Alan: [Oooh, it's so good. Definitely recommend. Don’t let the animation fool you. It’s surprisingly intense and riverting!]Sarah: [Guess that's my evening plan sorted then, haha]Alan: [Enjoy!]
Phew. Disaster averted.
  He rubbed away the sweat that had accumulated on his brow. It's not easy juggling between two girls at once. I guess I should be glad Sophie isn't here. That gives me a bit of respite."Hey, Alan. Do you think this looks good on me? I couldn't really tell in the mirror."Lydia had somehow snuck down the stairs without him realising. He turned around to -
HOLY FUCK!
Lydia stood in the doorway to her living room, dressed in bright, neon, salmon-pink lingerie. Straps dangled down her legs, and red crosses, stitched into the fabric, masked her breasts.
Am I dreaming? Is this a mirage? Are the candles causing me to hallucinate?
"Well?" She had a light smile etched onto her face. The giantess leaned against the doorway, one arm holding onto the doorframe, the other on her hip.Alan suddenly lost the ability to communicate, his brain vaporised to mush. "Er...ugh...erm...w..." He felt his cock harden against the inside seam of his jeans. "Wow..."Alan was frozen, looking at the tall Amazonian as she simply leaned on the doorway. Alan's voice failed as he tried to recover from the initial shock of seeing Lydia like this. He stumbled to articulate his thoughts, like a baby attempting its first words."What was that? No funny quips, glasses?" Lydia confidently teased. Her well-shaped, long legs moved as she made her way through the living room to him. She felt like a model on a catwalk, every step perfectly done to make her look her best.Lydia leaned on the back of the couch, just behind where Alan sat and she smiled. "Come on. I thought you liked my stuff." She was relentless, and her long-nailed hand found his chin. Alan would not resist as he was pulled into a kiss.Alan could taste the red wine in her breath, she was warm and inviting. The kiss lingered a moment and just as they were about to part, Lydia bit on his lower lip. He let out an involuntary moan."I knew you were a little perv." Her words were a soft jab that only made the intern more aroused.While Lydia made her way around the couch, it allowed him to admire her body up close. His eyes were mostly drawn to the fabric between her legs. He could tell she was clean shaven underneath. Lydia already sat next to him, crosslegged to show off her fantastic legs once again, her arm resting on the back of the sofa, almost inviting him to look at her breasts. "You've wanked looking at me before, haven't you?"Alan felt tested, and evaluated but he wasn't sure what would make him pass. He didn't have the focus to lie to her.He nodded weakly. "Y-yes, I have." He felt so weak next to her. The disparity in size between the two of him reminded Alan of the story of David and Goliath. I don't think I'm going to be defeating this giant "Aww, that's nice of you. Thinking of me, watching my vids..." She straitened her hair up a bit. She seemed genuinely endeared by Alan's relevation. "You wanna come here and touch my tits?"Alan nodded once again, and without further probing, he crawled over to her, like a cat hypnotized by a ball of spring."There's my twinky Henry Caville." She teased with a grin. She lowered her head to kiss Alan again, this kiss much softer, nicer, and sweeter. She undid one of the straps of her bra, releasing one of her round breasts for him, close to his face. Alan, without even hesitating, got close and began to lick, kiss and suckle at her pinkish nipple, provoking a moan from Lydia. As he hungrily suckled on her tit like a starved child, she took the opportune moment to feel him gently. She let out panted, warm breaths while her hand went for his crotch, her long fingers undoing the buckle of his belt, and zipping down the fly of his pants. Underneath the fabric of his underwear, she started to rub on his hard cock."My fans get special treatment, you know? You like it when I treat you, glasses?" She cooed, causing Alan to nod.When her hands enclosed around the shaft of his cock, she was taken aback by the girth and length of Alan's throbbing mast."Wow, the twink has a Henry Cavill-sized cock. Fuck!" She bit her lip. She had not anticipated this discovery. From a distance, Alan had always looked slender and spindly to her - so for him to have a larger dick than her last few boyfriends came as a shock.Alan wasn't paying any attention. He was too fixated on exploring Lydia's mound with his tongue, lightly kissing her tits and enjoying the moans it produced.She decided to escalate things. Digging her nails underneath his pants, she gripped her hands around his shaft. "Fuck, Alan. You're big!"Gone was the teasing - this was now serious.I need to see it so badly, she thought to herself. Moving Alan's head, still attached to her left breast, slightly out of the way, she managed to whip his cock out of his jeans. The sight of it almost made her salivate."Fuck, what should I do with you here?"Still mystified by its size and girth, she began running her fingers down it, enjoying how it hardened in her presence. Fuck, this was in Sarah? How the hell did that girl survive?Alan soon became aware of what she was doing and, begrudgingly, pulled away from her breast."Lydia -"Before he could speak, her lips were already on his. They sat there for a while, just breathing each other and face-eating the other, their shadows cast on the wall by the candles, which were slowly ebbing out.Alan wrapped his hand around her lower back, feeling the heat emanate off her body.Pulling away from his lips, Lydia thundered her commands. "Shut the fuck up while I wank you." Alan felt helpless in her arms, his breathing becoming uneven. He clinged onto Lydia as she pleasured him. Her long-nailed fingers sliding up and down his sceptre, already coated in pre-cum.Unable to do anything else, he looked at Lydia's face as she eyed his girthy cock, then turned to look at him. The two shared a look, she smiled, excited as she jerked her younger fan off. She was enjoying this just as much as he was."What's that? You wanna cum, Alan? You like how your favorite streamer jerks you off?" She clearly enjoyed exploiting their dynamic. He was a fan to her, and she loved being adored.Alan indulged her. "Fuck! Lydia! Your hand feel so nice..." He felt her speed up. He was going to cum soon."You wanna cum, glasses? You want me to make you cum? You came for Sarah and now you're coming from me?" She teased. Alan felt his orgasm arrive. He let out a few moans before his cock tensed up. Without warning, three shots of his warm seed shot up from his cock, upwards and backwards, spraying the surrounding area with white paint. Lydia jumped at the quite sudden cum jumpscare that shot out of his cock, falling on her hair, her boobs and on Alan's chest.  "Jesus fuck!" She shouted before immediately unravelling into a laugh. Alan felt his heart stop at her startled yell. Yet, after cumming he was too lax and spent to really worry. "Dude, you didn't even...tell me you were cumming. You scared the bajeezus out of me." she slapped his forehead, annoyed. "Fuck me!" she bemoaned, letting out a giggle. This version of Lydia was also something Alan loved."Y-yeah, sorry it...it was a bit sudden for me too." Alan tried to explain, but Lydia was already waving him off."Shit, you shot out a lot..." she touched her hair, feeling the stain of his seed on it. "You bastard! You came in my hair!"Alan tried not to laugh, but he failed as a clear grin illuminated his face."You naughty little manwhore." She spat through clenched teeth. But Lydia couldn't stay angry for too long, not when that endearing smile was beaming up at her.Alan, meanwhile, was spent. Exhausted, he leaned back into the leather of her couch, trying to calm his breathing which had grown erratic. "Fuck, that felt good." He moaned."Don't you close your eyes on me, glasses. We've still get work to do. You need to make me cum now. That's the trade-off. I jerk you off, you eat me out - the cum tax."Alan laughed at that. Lydia could switch from anger to humour in an instant."C'mon little intern. Show me what that tongue is capable of."Before Alan could react, Lydia was already moving into position, laying her body out on the sofa, her legs in his lap, her head on the opposite pillow."Devour my pussy!" She commanded, already starting to grow annoyed from his inaction.Alan wasted no time. Climbing onto his knees, warm cum still sliding off his inflamed head, he began to undo Lydia's lingerie. Moving the straps to the side, he dug his hands into her thong and pulled it gently across her legs, revealing the tight pussy underneath.She noticed the flicker of hunger in his eyes. "Mmmmhh, you like what you see?" Men are all the same.Alan nodded. "Fuck, you look good, Lydia."She smiled at that. He was hers."Now, be a good boy and start slurping me up. I want to CUM, do you understand me? I don't want a tickle. I don't want my pussy wet. I want to fucking cum!"Lydia's commands spurred him into action. With the candles all but dying and the room already submerging into darkness, Alan shoved his head into her mound and kissed her sex, slowly caressing her entrance with the tip of his tongue.Lydia tensed up at his touch. "Fuuuuuccckk. That's good."Confident he had her where he wanted, Alan jabbed his tongue in.  This was another fantasy coming to fruition. Alan was, with Lydia's legs around his head, pleasuring her, his mouth licking into her well shaven sex. She was bare and smooth, and while Alan preferred some hair down there, he enjoyed the softness of her skin as he tasted her.He looked up, seeing Lydia allow herself to take in the pleasure the intern provided her. She looked amazing, her breasts showing over the lingerie, the rose pattern tattooed just below them, her beautiful face tensing up with every new sensation he could give her.His tongue parted her lips, feeling a tickle from her lips kiss him back as he orally ministered the streamer. Alan wanted to take in as much as he could of her in every lick. The warmth coming out of her already making him thirsty for her juiced."Fuck, glasses you're good! If Sarah doesn't keep you I can find something to do with tha--Oh, fuck me!"Alan perked his head up, stopping his tending to Lydia's needs. He looked down at his cock, which was still a bit flaccid but on a steady road to get hard again."What. The fuck? I didn't tell you to stop!" Lydia had bothered to jerk her head over to his direction. She giggled. "You fucker, I didn't tell you to fuck me either. Go on! Keep at it!"And so he did. Alan felt a bit disappointed she didn't seem interested in sex, but couldn't complain with what was happening. Alan let Lydia's legs rest on his shoulders while he ate her out.The Amazonian woman put her hand over his head and pushed him even further. "Y-Yeah! Just like that you little shit! You like this?" Alan moaned in response. Her teasing was working, and he was feeling hard again. His cock ached."Fuck! Just like that! You're a good boy! Keep doing that! Fuck, you're gonna make me...shit!"She turned to look at the smaller intern's head between her legs, and noticed something."Fuck, glasses. You hard again? Awww, did eating my puss out get you like that?" She turned her head, teasing him. Her well trimmed hand feeling up her boob.He fucked Sarah with that thing... Lydia thought, biting her lower lip. Alan simply watched her expectantly."Uugh! Fine! Just don't expect this to happen again, okay? Just because you're such a nice, loyal fan."Alan smiled at Lydia as he got up, looking at her."Well, don't just stand there! Come! Get on top of me! You're doing all the work, dude."She instructed like a princess, and Alan was too eager not to follow her orders. With Lydia laying on the sofa, Alan got on top of her, in something like a missionaty position, except his smaller body almost rested on top of Lydia. If he let go, he'd fall into the pillowy cushion of her breast. Besides he was inches away from Lydia's face. This was personal, and, dare he said, intimate."If you tell ANYONE I let you do this, I will break your spike, are we clear?" Lydia asked, and Alan nodded."Have I told you look beautiful?"She smiled. "Good answer, glasses. Now, slowl--Ugh!" Alan didn't wait and he already let his manhood slide into Lydia. Her shocked expression quickly softened as is girthy cock penetrated her. She felt her fan's member rubbing into her walls, stretching the mighty Lydia."Oh! Fuck! That's a nice cock!" She exclaimed, her nails digging into Alan's skin a bit. "Good boys like you get to fuck me..." Lydia started talking as Alan moved his hips downward.Then, Alan felt a small bit of pressure around his shaft, inside her. Like a hand was gently and lightly squeezing him, while he was buried inside the tall woman's folds."Oh, you like that? Don't stop moving and I'll keep doing it." She kept with her negotiations. Alan held his gaze on Lydia as he kept moving inside her. With every trust, he was rewarded by Lydia's pleasured voice. Her strong grip on his shoulders."...you are so fucking hot, Lydia!" Alan began to lose himself."You like this, glasses?"Alan nodded, eagerly."You like putting that nerd cock in me, huh?"He nodded again."You like fucking me, Alan?" She demanded, more than asked."FUCK. Yes! I love fucking you, Lydia!"She held him closer, her chin resting on his shoulder as she pulled him as close as he could. Alan's chest feeling the softness of her breast. The two of them blended together, with just a small gap of separation. His hardened cock, about to thrust into the tall woman."Then fuck me! Fuck me! Give it to me, you cute nerd!"The piston-like movements as Alan thrusted as fast as he could into Lydia. The sound of his skin slapping hers every time the two were connected, Lydia and Alan's voices moaning in harmony."Fuck, Lydia! I love you! So fucking...Gagh!”Alan pushed as deep as he could into Lydia, who widened her eyes in surprise as his load went inside her like a warm torrent injected directly inside the streamer. She tried to close her legs, but with Alan's body on the way, she had no protection while he pumped her full of his seed. Lydia's sex soon overflowed with the intern's cum."Jesus Christ---FUCK ME, Alan--I'm! Fuck! Knock me the fuck up!" She was experiencing orgasm, the man's cock still deep inside her as her spasm could be felt on every centimeter of Alan's shaft. As if milking him for all the semen he could shoot out.  Relief, pleasure, and euphoria washed over Alan as he collapsed on top of Lydia's bodice. He was utterly spent. It felt as if every drop of semen had been milked out of him."Fuck...you're...you're good...haha" Lydia panted. She grasped her arms around his shoulders and neck, pulling him in closer for a warm embrace. She enjoyed how heavy he felt on top of her, how sweet and intoxicating his body sweat was. "Damn...I'm jealous of Sarah now," she chuckled.Alan pushed his head deeper onto the Amazonian woman's upper chest, relishing the heat emanating from her breasts. The two were fused together, like two elegant marble sculptures, submerged in a sea of darkness. He lay there for a while, the only sound being the sharp rasp of their panting."Did you ever fuck Sarah as passionately before?"He chose not to lie. "Yeah, on the first night. We sort of...I sort of became an animal...I just couldn't help myself...""Mmmmhh, women like a man that takes what he wants. Sarah is in good hands. Maybe I should beg her to include me in a threesome, haha."Lydia had meant it as a throwaway joke, but he couldn't get the image of fucking the two of them, one large and one small, in the same bedroom out of his head. Was it a joke? Or did just actually mean it? The truth can often be masked by a veil of secrecy. "I'll talk to her about it." Alan quipped.How long they stayed there, Alan couldn't tell. But it must have been the early hours of the morning when Lydia suggested that they clean themselves up."Fuck glasses, this was good. I really enjoyed that. You just - just went for it. No hesitation, no stopping. Just pure fucking. Oh, I definitely need to invite you around more often."After cleaning himself up and gathering his clothes from the floor, Alan bid Lydia good night and made the trek back to his apartment. Lydia had suggested that he stay over, but he was too paranoid about someone - Sarah - finding out about their relationship, so decided to play it safe.Finally home, he collapsed in his bed, dreaming of Lydia's moans and the vice-like grip of her legs.

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The next two weeks flashed by in an instant. May gave way to June. Summer's harshness became more pronounced and bore down on the workers in the office. And Alan's already packed schedule became even more hectic with juggling three different girls. One day Sarah and he would walk through the park, chatting about Hamilton or an anime they had both watched; the next day he was fucking Nina up against a wall; and the day after that he'd be flirting with Lydia and sending her over a few nudes to pass the time. All in all not a bad system.He didn't just spend time with those three though. In his spare time, he managed to grow closer to Briony, who was usually hanging out in the office's kitchen. Alan was surprised to find she was easy to talk to and very explicit. In fact, more explicit than some of the girls were when he was railing them in bed."Not much happened over the weekend. Sarah and I went to Goblin Combe yesterday for a fun day out. It was nice. Highly recommend."Briony raised her eyebrows, a smile creeping up her face. "I beg your pardon! Who was gobbling whose cumbe?""You know, the valley just outside Bristol.” The innuendo of what he had just said slowly dawned on Alan. “Oh, I didn't...haha...""I told you young man, no more gobbling cume until you're married! Save it for the bedroom, you lusty boy!""Haha...yeah, well we did that...and then got some Five Guys and headed home.""You met five guys while you were gobbling cumbe." Briony giggled.After that conversation, he made a concentrated effort to seek out Briony whenever she was free. Whether the topic was bunnies, cute videos of puppies she had found on TikTok, or just some ramblings about an old British show she watched in her childhood - he didn't care, just spending time with her was enough.He didn't know whether he was imagining it, but he couldn't help but feel that she was beginning to flirt with him. She's married, why would she be into you?  Alan tried to suppress his feelings but they only woke up again when he overheard Briony confiding in Kirsty one day. The two of them were situated at the back of the office, away from everybody else. They were speaking in hush whispers and looked around every once in a while to make sure they weren't being overheard. Alan, who had been around the other side of the wall, was about to pass them over until he heard Briony say -"I still love him! It's just...you, know...I'm looking for a bit more excitement in the bedroom department."The young intern froze. Is...is she talking about her husband, Alex?"I get what you mean." Kirsty murmured. "If you're with the same person for ten years and you don't mix it up, it can feel boring."Briony giggled. "Yeah...I just need a springy young lad to whisk me off my feet." That sent the two of them into a laughing fit.Alan remained there, sipping his tea and munching on his biscuit, while he leaned on the wall and stared at his phone. However, he kept his ears open to the rest of the conversation."Tell me if you find one of those." Kirsty giggled. "I could use a small one I can take home."Briony covered her mouth. "Take it home? Are you looking for a husband maybe?" She gave her friend a look."Eh, I was thinking more like a boytoy." She paused. "I need a new toy that happens to be a boy." The two of them lost it at that."I think those are called dildos. You can buy them online."Alan covered his mouth to not give away that he was listening on to the conversation. He felt this was a good moment to continue on his way. Making his way around the wall, doing his best to look confused, he asked, "what the hell are you two chatting about?""'Kirsty wants a dildo. Or a husband." Briony was quick on the whip. The cutesy voice of hers made the lewdness hit harder."Wow." Alan just reacted with surprise, trying to keep his laughing under control. "Well both sound easy to find...I think husbands are less expensive in the short run."The girls were certainly at ease talking about such an explicit topic in the middle of the office on a weekday morning. Alan took a quick swig of his morning tea before responding, "yeah, husbands don't need to be recharged every night either."They giggled at that. Alan enjoyed watching them nearly keel over from a laughing fit. Kirsty, still recovering, wiping the tears from her eyes, responded. "You should listen to Alan, Briony. He seems like he knows what he's talking about."Briony, who was also teary-eyed, nodded in affirmation. "He's got a good head on his shoulders, that young Alan has."He walked further into the kitchen, so he was standing just next to them. "Thanks, it's served me well.""Oh, Alan. You mentioned Goblin Combe the other day.""I beg your pardon?" Kirsty squeaked, already hunching forward, nonplussed at what Briony had just said.Briony giggled. "No, not that kind! The hiking spot!""Oh, hehe."Alan folded his arms. "Yeah, what about it?""How far is it from Bristol? I was thinking of maybe going over there next week while Alex is away.""Oh, yeah. It's like a ten, fifteen-minute drive. It's not too bad. I can take you there if you want.""Ooohh, that would be perfect! I've just been aching for another walk with nature, you know. Get some fresh air.""That's no problem. I've been there a few times now, so I practically know the route off by heart.""Brilliant. Do you mind taking me on Wednesday? I haven't got any streams or anything on that day. Unless you have something?""Erm..." He scratched his hair. "I'll double-check, but I don't think so. That's usually my most calm day."So, it was settled. Briony would be going to Goblin Combe, and Alan would be driving her there. The two hadn't spent much time together, so it would give them some chance to bond. Alan checked his calendar and sure enough he was mostly free on that day.  In a twist of typical British cruelty, though the days leading up to the excursion had been warm and dry, on the day of the actual trip, the heavens had unleashed. The city became drowned in a storm of wind, rain, and hail.Alan texted Briony in the morning to see if she was still up for it, and she had responded with a resounding Yes! Alan didn't mind. Growing up in Oregon had conditioned him to brace for every kind of weather, be it stormy clouds or tepid skies.For the day ahead, he selected his prized red-grey raincoat and burnt-sienna hiking boots.Outside, the tempest was unrelenting, pounding on the windows like thousands of tiny hammer blows. Alan could hear the sounds of car tires screeching on the sodden, cobblestone roads as drivers slammed on their breaks.
Ah, Bristolian weather!
In a ritual of preparation, the young intern rubbed his hands together, fastened up his cloak, and plunged head-first into that untameable storm.He lost count of how many times he nearly slipped on his trudge up the hill. People walking past him struggled all the same, clasping onto their umbrellas while the storm tried to wrestle it from their frostbitten hands.Alan has acquired a good deal on a car suitable for the great outdoors. A nice Tacoma, with 4 wheel drive, headlights and space in the back for your haul. A good, classic camping pick up.Enjoying the adrenaline of driving a big car, it was a bit careless of him to drive in the tiny Bristol streets. Alan made sure not to hit anything.Making his way to the Turner residence, Alan had to double check the location to make sure he has arrived to the correct home.She's gonna love this. He said to himself, parking the car and stepping down to knock on her door. His coat being battered by the millions of raindrops courtesy of Bristol itself.Knock knockHe heard a voice answer inside, but it was much too noisy outside to tell what it was.Then the door opened and Alan was greeted by a Briony, wearing a nylon black jacket, with a colorful pink shirt underneath and a pair of jeans on her lower body. She too wore a pair of hiking books."Hellooo!" She said in her usual playful tone. Alan felt himself smile at that."Beautiful day, huh?" He asked sarcastically. Though in reality, Alan loved the rain. He didn't appreciate how foggy his glasses got, however. He took them off to wipe the lenses."I'd have you come inside but--" she looked into her home, then turned back to Alan, covering her mouth.Alan shook his head with a smirk too. "Well, maybe you can come inside." He gestures to the Tacoma behind him. Briony let out a small gasp."Do you use this car to pick-up married women, Alan?"Alan shrugged."I guess I do. You told me to pick you up and you don't let me come inside?"Alan was matching Briony innuendo for innuendo. The two eventually managed to get on the Tacoma and finally they were off."I've never been in a car like this." The bun mommy confessed as she managed to look out the window."Everything looks so small. Is this how Lydia feels all the time?"Alan giggled. No wonder she never missed confidence."Yes! You're getting a first-hand look at what a day in the life in Lydia's body is like."The ebony-black Tacoma drove leisurely through the British countryside, past wooded hills and grassy knolls. Briony, like some star-struck child, kept her face pressed against the car's windows, peering out through the rain-drenched glass and observing the beauty only England had to offer."Is this your first time going to goblin Combe?" Alan asked, taking a quick glance at her."I'm a married woman, Alan! I've had my fair share of gobbling cume!" Her attempts to appear indignant were betrayed by the stray giggle that escaped her lips.Alan gave a half-hearted sigh. It reminded him of how exasperated Rythian could be streaming with her and Kirsty. They can be a couple of school girls when they want to. "I - I don't even know how to respond to that one.""Hehe...No, Alex has never taken me there. It's my fault really, I should've asked, but we can be so busy. Life gets in the way, you know? Why have you been coming here?""Well, I grew up in Oregon and my father was very keen on us staying in touch with nature. He wanted us to sort of get to respect the land we walk on. He wasn't a hippie or anything, just a committed environmentalist. So, he'd soldier me and my brother out of the house every weekend or so, and we'd walk around Oregon's woods.""Ooooh, Oregon. I've heard that it's supposed to be pretty.""Very! I mean, don't get me wrong, the UK is nice and all, but you guys can't compare with the mountains back home."After several more minutes, they finally arrived at one of the designated parking spaces for visitors. It was mostly empty, with only a few cars there. I guess trudging through a thunderstorm didn't seem appealing to that many people.Alan parked the Tacoma near the site's entrances. "Well, here we are - Goblin Cumbe!" He announced cheerfully.He turned to look at her and Briony was already stifling a giggle. He let his small grin show. She was absolutely adorable, and making her giggle like an innocent kid who said a bad word made Alan feel like his greater purpose was being fulfilled."Yay!" Briony celebrated as he parked next to a particularly large tree. One he hoped wouldn't fall over and smash the rental. Exiting the car, with a small outdoors kit he prepared for the trek, he carried it on his back as Briony exited the oversized car.In the woods, the beating of the rain was more calm but no less present. The air was still humid and the foliage dripped with water. Alan let out a smile, his gaze turned skyward. He loved feeling the elements unleashed like so. This was something he loved about nature."What's in there, Alan?" Briony asked him, gesturing to his pack. Alan, too proud not to show off,  grinned. "Just a couple of things in case we need em. Got some tools, a flashlight, an oil lantern, and a compass, as well as a first-aid kit." He patted his backpack affectionately. Briony was already smirking."Did you say a fleshlight?" She started letting out a cute giggle her mouth contorting to try control it, to zero avail."FLASHlight. You know! Because it gets dark?" He retorted, exasperated. However, Briony nodded. "Do you mean a torch?" She corrected his language. Of course. British English. Alan sighed. "You know, when I hear torch I imagine a stick on fire." He commented."That's not as useful as a fleshlight." Briony giggled, playing with her hair. "Well, I didn't bring any either." She commented with a devious smile."I didn't bring a fleshlight and I didn't bring one." Alan said with a sight as he started to walk away from the car."Well, I'll let you know if I see one. I know you guys love them." Briony commented as she followed after Alan.Thus the two started their hike into the forest.  "Are you really not dating anyone?"Briony had gotten curious and, well into the path she had made conversation with Alan."Well, I did get here not too long ago. Takes time, you know?"Briony, playing with her hair nodded. "I thought you were dating Sarah. It made sense to me." She commented. Alan coughed a bit, wondering if it was that obvious for other people that he and Sara were...trying to be something."Well, for the moment I'm officially single." Alan said as he observed some of the birds flying from tree to tree."Oh! Have you considered dating Kirsty?" His companion said excitedly."Eh? You trying to set me up with Kirsty?" He asked, perplexed."Yeah!" Briony said with an excited, matter-of-fact tone. "She's single too and she LOVES your jokes.""Huh." Alan considered. While he had his sights set on Sarah he hadn't considered another person like Kirsty. It couldn't hurt to go on a date with someone else while he was still single, right? He still hadn't checked Tinder."I guess I can think about it." Kirsty wasn't bad looking at all, she was funny too, and he didn't feel intimadated by her at all. The more he thought about it, the less reasons he had to say no."OHMIGOSH." A barely intelligible, high pitched noise akin to a whistle came out of Briony's mouth. Alan turned to look at her, and she was obviously frozen."Look, look!" her high pitched voice was still on. It was almost like she was about to cry. Alan stood behind Briony and followed her gaze to...obviously. A pair of wild rabbits were coming out of their burrow to look for some food. Their ears high up in the air to listen for predators."Oh shit, are thos-" Alan put a hand on Briony's shoulder."Bunnies!" She said triumphantly! Too triumphantly, in fact as her noise alerted the small, fluffy animals and they quickly dissapeared."Aaah! Where did they go!?" Briony asked with clear dissapointmet in her face."Into their bunny house."Briony smirked. "Their bun hole." She looked up at Alan proud of her joke.Alan emitted another exasperated sigh before giving her a pat on the shoulders. "Well done. Well done."With no more animals to distract them, the duo continued off on their journey, trudging through the sodden ground. The passion of the tempest had ceased now, giving way to a calmer downpour. Shielded by the canopy above, they were spared the flood like before and treated to a therapeutic melody, as the raindrops smashed into the leaves. His clothes were starting to dry; the same could not be said for the ground, however. A few times, Alan had to grab onto a nearby tree or boulder to steady his pace as the ground under him gave way. "Careful!" He called out to his companion. "It's slippery here.""That's not the only thing that's slippery." Briony quipped.Alan was too distracted by the possibility of sliding back down the hill to pay any attention to Briony's innuendo. Painstakingly and with much deliberation, they managed to seek refuge on stable ground. "Ah, here we are!" Alan announced, still panting from the arduous journey. "Should be easy going from here on out."Briony rubbed down her legs. "Ah, I'm wet!" She complained.Sensing an opportunity to one-up her in their exchange of quips, Alan said, "I've been known to have that effect on women."Any sense of discomfort she felt was quickly eroded by Alan's comment. She burst into a full-throated laugh, her cheeks converting to a distinct shade of red. He liked that look on her - it accentuated her cheeks and nose."Ok, let's get moving."  Aside from the weather, it looked like they had chosen the best time to hike around the woods. Not a soul was in sight. They were completely alone, kept company by the woods, the elements, and the occasional bird flying overhead or critter scurrying in a pile of leaves."Whew. I don't think I've seen this part of the woods before." Alan said. His legs were tired and he figured it was a good place to rest. This area was pretty peaceful and the trail upwards had taken some stamina out of him."You mean you've never come this deep?" Briony smirked, biting her lip as she tried not to laugh."Wow, you are...unrelenting are you?" Alan asked with a smile at her quip. He sat down on a fallen tree, stretching out his legs."Yeah, I've never managed to get in this deep with a girl before." He looked at Briony, who sat down close by.Stifling a laugh, and covering her mouth, Briony looked incredibly adorable. Amidst the green and browns of the woods, her pinkish skin, and red cheeks were quite a sight."You can't say that to me! My husband will get mad, you know?" The girl responded, while her fingers went down her messy, chestnut hair.Alan knew Alex a bit, and he was such a fun dude. He wondered how he'd react to these types of jokes."Psh, he's not around. I'm sure he wouldn't mind."Briony faked shock. "That you're flirting with wife?! Is this why you brought me to the woods, Alan?" She asked, a mask on her face pretending she was surprised.However, Alan was almost forgetting this was a joke. He kept the energy up."Why not? We're both here. Alone! We can do whatever we want." Alan said, leading up to a joke. He was meant to say something stupid like "let's play videogames all day" but that last part never came. He smiled, looking at Briony who hadn't stop playing with her hair.She looked bashful, her face red.Her petite body covered under her jacket and clothes. It was very hard to tell what she looked like, but the more the moment lingered the more the tension rose."You can't say those kinds of things to a married woman, Alan." She stood up. Alan felt a sudden tension as she walked away from him. Was she mad? Her voice was quiet and calm like always.However, she looked over her shoulder towards him.Making her way to a close by tree, she leaned her back on it, her face red as she seemed to laugh."C-come here, then." She beckoned him. And Alan, unsure what was happening did so. Meeting Briony under the tree, he felt he was invading her personal space."You came very fast." She was giggling like a schoolgirl, her arm on her elbow. She was shy. Alan wasn't sure what she wanted, but he was forming an idea."Umm..." He wasn't sure how to proceed. She was apparently very shy. Alan noticed she was looking at him, coyly. He moved forwards, closer to Briony and she kept looking at him. She wasn't rejecting him."This is your fault." He said as he closed the distance, until his lips made contact with Briony.Their kiss was strange, and awkward. Briony's lips were a bit dry, probably from the walk. But they were also sweet and innocent.After they separated, she was giggling."You kissed me, Alan. You're a really bad man for kissing me like that." She chastised him, with fake annoyance. Now he could tell she was playing with him.Alan kissed Briony again, this time with more purpose. Briony's head leaned on the tree as she let the man take the lead. His larger hands were on her shoulders and the shy wife felt as if her body was on fire.Briony opened her lips for Alan, and she felt a small shiver when he inserted his tongue in her mouth. She could feel Alan's breathing growing impatient, as he made out with her. Alex could never learn of this.Nothing was in sight, no sounds were being made. It was just the two of them, passionately making out against a tree. Briony, whose love life had been stagnating for years now, felt a new sense of energy surge in her body, as Alan slid his tongue into her mouth.She didn't resist, she just let the young intern claim her, pushing her further onto the tree, clearly addled by his own lust.When he drew his lips apart, they stood there for a few minutes, gazing into each other's eyes. Alan broke the silence. "I...I don't know what came over me...I just needed to -"Briony lunged forward and began making out with him again, grasping at his collar, feeling her hand up his shirt.Alan, feeling more confident now that she had reciprocated his desires, placed his hand on the back of her neck, dictating the pace of her kisses.After what felt like hours, Briony pulled away from him. She didn't look as shy anymore; she looked eager, hungry for more. Her eyes flickered with the flames of lust and desire. Her cheeks and nose were redder now. He could feel the heat emanating off of them. Whatever he had done, he had lit a spark inside of her that didn't look close to extinguishing.Alan joined lips with Briony again. She tasted so sweet on his lips. He could feel those now wetter lips kiss him back with eagerness.Her tiny arms went around his head, hugging him, pulling him close. Alan let out a needy sigh, his mouth separating from Briony's to kiss her cheek, and then moving down to the exposed flesh of her neck.She was warmer there. Her skin so silly smooth and untouched. The smell of her hair was stronger. Alan felt ravenous as he pushed his meek partner into the tree as he, like a ravenous beast devoured her neck, his tongue licking and tasting her.With an excited giggle, Briony pulled her head up to give him more to work with. Her embrace tight."O-oh my, Alan!" She exclaimed.Alan's hand found the shape of her smaller breasts on her chest. Under all these clothes it wasn't the most direct contact but he was eager to feel her femininity."Briony..." Alan cooed. How did things get this far? And did they care?"Are you thirsty? I don't have any milk in there." She said with a giggle, whole the younger intern had a handful of her breast over her clothes. The fleshy mound still responded to his touch, a tingling sensation over her body.Briony's hands went under Alan's shirt and touched his younger body. It had been a while since Briony had touched someone that wasn't her lawfully wedded husband. But the thrill was too strong for her to ignore.A hand went to Briony's back, and lower. Alan fondled her round behind as he made out with her. His cock had grown hard, and it was eager to fulfill it's purpose.Alan's hand dug into Briony's jeans, feeling the soft skin of her butt. He wanted her. He wanted nothing but to feel her."That's my bunny bum you're touching mister!" She chastised him quite gently."I...can I see it?" Alan asked politely which made Briony giggle."I'm really hard and--""Are you getting wood in the woods?" She was non-stop.Briony didn't say more, covering her mouth while turned around. It was not a very flattering outfit, but Alan felt his cock rise as soon as Briony, looking back at him, pulled her jeans down just a bit.Her pink white ass of was in full display. It was small and round, but very charming. Alan felt anxious."It's so cute..." He commented as he put a hand on her behind and rubbed it."You think my bum is cute?" She asked with a smirk. Alan nodded."I want to fuck your ass." He confessed. Briony, giggly as ever couldn't stop. There was no innuendo there, just tangible, raw desire.Alan unzipped his pants and lowered them. Here he was, alone in the woods with a married woman. His cock out, and her bum showing.He'd rather not be anywhere else.Without any hesitation, Alan shoved his hard, throbbing cock into Briony's doughy ass. He was hit by a wave of heat as his member slid in between her chasm. Her soft walls contracted around him.Briony gave a light moan of pleasure. "Oh my God -"Alan enjoyed how she didn't hold back, how she made her feelings known to him. To get a better angle, Alan wrapped his arms around Briony's tight waist and pushed it in further, angling her back closer to his."You've...You've got a big TV, Alan," Briony said, half-giggling and half-whimpering. "Bigger than Rythian's."He smirked at the reference. "Yeah, today, you're getting the full plasma experience."Briony was tight, warm and welcoming. Her cute little butt accepted his member as he slid himself inside her sex.A man and a woman, surrounded by nature as they did what nature intended. The sight of Briony's back, her little butt showing and his cock entering her from behind was a sight he'd never forget."Just--" she whimpered, her cute playful voice faltering by the sensation. "Just don't tell Alex."It was less of a request and more of a condition. Did she not mind that much or was she enjoying sex that much?Either way, Alan held onto her waist and pumped the married girl with his younger cock."You got it, ma'am!" His speed increased, and the sound of his body clashing with Briony's could be heard. He was well and truly fucking her now.She fit nicely on his cock, like the perfect puzzle piece. They were one now, both locked in the pleasure of the other. He loved the sound his balls made as they bounced on her cheeks. It was a slow, steady drum beat. Ba'dum. Ba'dum."F-fuck!" Alan grunted. He wasn't expecting her to be this tight. He enjoyed the squeeze of her cheeks, how it moved and felt like fresh dough.Briony, her lip biten, was whimpering. She dug her claws into the bark of the wood, balancing her weight."Keep going! Don't stop!" She pleaded. Alan obeyed, driving his cock further in, demolishing her ass.Alan followed her instructions to the letter. Briony being wer enough that his cock was easily sliding into her. He freely fucked the girl with every thrust of his hips."You feel so good on my cock..." Alan praised Briony who managed to look back at him and giggle between lustful whimpers.“Cock." She repeated, however she was quickly interrupted by Alan speeding up. Briony braced herself as Alan pulled her whole body onto his cock to fuck her. She let out some gentle moans, between whimpers. Briony's legs shook, and her knees were given out. Alan felt it. She was about to climax. And him too if her walls contracted around his member."Oh, Alan! F-fuck!"Briony's gentle moans were fading into loud yelps. Her knees shook under her own weight and Alan's continuous piston-like pumping. The Oregon native was enjoying this. He took a quick sniff of her curly, brunette hair - bananas and raspberries, a sweet scent for a morning like this.All of a sudden, without warning,  Briony gave in to her desires, climaxing against the tree.Feeling her walls contract around his shaft was the final straw. He too gave in to his urges, unloading his seed deep into her asshole.They stood there, panting, for a while. Alan, exhausted from both the hiking and fuck-session, bent down over her, using her back for support, feeling it rise and fall in rhythm to her breathing.The forest felt even emptier now, the melody of the birds long gone. Slowly, Alan untangled himself from Briony and helped her up.He couldn't gauge whether she was angry that he hadn't pulled out. "Sorry, I sort of just lost myself. I wasn't thinking straight."Briony pulled her jeans up, her face showing a stern look on her eyes."Well, I think you were being VERY straight there unless you thought I was a man." She complained, before smiling at Alan.She stood closer to him, than usual.  Smiling up at him with those cue doe eyes. Alan indulged his desire to give her a kiss. His lips finding Briony's. It was still packed with desire and want. But neither of them would acknowledge the just had sex."You're a bad influence." Briony accused Alan. "Taking me to the woods to do me." She complained."Well, I think the name Goblin Cumbe is very misleading." Alan said back.He gave Briony a look and she bit her lip. She looked excited for a moment."Yeah, Alan, you didn't gobble any of my cum." Alan lost it, his arm going around Briony as they laughed together.The trail back to the Tacoma was not as quiet. However Alan found himself touching, hugging and kissing Briony more often. Her petite, delicate body was so easy to touch. And she ushered no complaints.As they drove back to Bristol, they traded quips and innuendos. Briony kept bringing attention to Alan's large member, which made him blush.In a stark contrast from the morning, the sky was a vast ocean of blue, with not a single cloud in sight. The rain-soaked tarmac had already begun to dry when Alan parked near Briony's house. "Well, here we are..."Briony stared at her red-brick semi-attached home. "Can I trust you to keep this a secret between us? I mean, I enjoyed it, but...Alex's still my husband, and I do love him.""Of course." He crossed his heart and raised a finger. "Scout's honour."Briony giggled. "Thanks! I'll catch up with you at the office." She gave him a light peck on the cheek before jumping out and trudging to her door.Alan caressed the spot she had decorated with her lips. It was seared with heat and energy. Smiling, he drove off,  down the road and back to his flat. Briony's giggles still playing in his head.Alan didn't know how to feel during the drive back. Having sex with Briony was not something he'd believably expect to happen, but he's he lying if he didn't think of it. She was married to Alex, someone he regularly saw at the office.Alan knew he could never tell him, of course. But he also wanted the opportunity to do it with Briony again in the future.   Arriving home, he took a much needed shower. By the time he unfolded in bed, it was only the early evening. Snapshots of Briony's cute, doughy ass were still imprinted in his mind. To distract his mind, he decided to converse with his partner-in-crime, Sarah. Alan: [yo!]Alan: [I got a very big taco today.] He smirked as he sent her a picture of the rental car- the Black TACOma he still had for another day. It wasn't cheap, but it could have been much, much more expensive.He waited for a response, twiddling his thumbs in anticipation. Maybe she's not home today? He still didn't know Sarah's domestic schedule. What does she do when she's not at the office, or talking with me? Probably lives a normal life like everyone else in the world, you fucking idiot. Sarah: [Where's the salsa?? And the guacamole?!?]Alan: [I ate it all]          [Did u have a fun day? Briony and I hiked around Goblin Cumbe. We picked the worst day for it, hahaha]Sarah: [Oooohh, yeah. That sounds fun...except for the rain. Did u guys go in the morning? It's been dreadful]Alan: [Yep. Stupid me. I didn't check, just assumed that since it had been sunny for the last week, today wouldn't be any different]          [Suppose you just stayed in all day?]Sarah: [Yep  I'm all dry over here, hehe]Alan: [Of course...You're only wet when I'm around] It was direct, blunt, and free of any equivocation, but Alan decided to shoot his shot. Spending time with Briony had given his ego a boost and he wasn't feeling cautious today. Thankfully, to his benefit, Sarah took it lightly. Sarah: [Funny!] A good sign! Alan: [U up to much? Any films? Nothing is on at the moment. Just been flicking through Netflix...still no luck]Sarah: [Yeah, I'm in the same boat. Stumped ]            [Might check out the Bridgerton spin-off. The one about Queen Anne]Alan: [Ooohh, yeah. Heard it's supposed to be good. Haven't checked it out though] In some vain way to keep her attention on him and remember what he looked like, he decided to send her a selfie of him. He took it lying down in bed. He wasn't wearing anything fancy - just some blue jeans, a black jumper with a red skull on the front, and his hair still damp from the shower. He captioned it with: [Photo of a man utterly bored with the slop Capitalism keeps churning out] Sarah: [Hahaha, I like that jumper? Is it new?]Alan: [Nah, my brother brought it for me a couple years ago]Sarah: {Ooooh, you never told me you had a brother!]Alan: [Didn't I? I swear I did...must've slipped my mind]Sarah: [Does he look like u?]Alan: [Hey! He's married and five years older. Don't get any ideas!] He was enjoying himself - just the two of them shooting the shit, lying in their bedrooms, with not a care in the world. He had missed this.Sarah reciprocated a few moments later with a selfie of her own. Sarah: [Also hanging out in my room, bored out of my mind] Sarah was posing in front of her mirror in her flat bedroom, making a peace sign with her fingers. She wore pale-blue jeans and Harry's black-blebs merchandise jumper. Alan loved the casual look about her.Alan was quick to comment. Alan: [Aww. That's a nice picture. You got this cute smile that's contagious.] Alan had a way with words, trying to be honest but not too shallow. He always believed writing "u r hot" was nowhere near flattery. He had to make an effort. Alan: [You look really at home in that hoodie. You cold?] Sarah: [A little bit! And it's not even Fall.]             [#Bristollyfe] He let the conversation linger for a minute before sending his next message. Alan: [We could always cuddle and watch a movie.] Alan's proposition was dead serious, so he decided to dial it back a bit. Alan: [I mean a movie. Bridgeton has, according to Lydia, a TON of spicy scenes. And given our history watching...]He smiled as he pressed SEND.Sarah let out a small giggle on her end. She still remembered the feeling of Alan's fingers between her legs. And the things they did on her own bed. Sarah: [hahaha! yeah we better stay away from each other before we end up doing something crazy.] Through her mind flashed the memories of Alan on top of her, driving his manhood inside her. His hands touching her body. Him telling her how much he wanted her. Her legs tingled at that. Alan: [ Yeah, prolly for the best.]           [But like, we can agree it was fun.] Sarah smiled, her face beet red. She nodded to herself. Sarah: [It was!] Alan felt his lips dry so he licked them before sending his next message. Alan: [I keep looking at your picture, haha. You're soo cute. I'm kinda imagining how it'd be to hold the girl in the pic right now.] Alan didn't lie. He really wished this chilly evening wasn't a lonely one. Having Sarah to hold would be amazing. He missed the smell of her hair, the smoothness of her skin, the way her breasts perked up when she got excited. And of course, how incredible going inside her went.Alan started to sport an erection under his pants. Sarah: [Don't say that! I'll feel bad now.  ]Alan: [Bad? how come?]Sarah: [Cuz it's nice to cuddle hahaha] Alan wanted nothing better than to jump out of bed, race out his front door, and scoop Sarah up in his arms. He wanted to feel her skin against his, smell the sweet conditioner applied to her brunette hair, to look into her eyes as she gave him that devilish smile of hers. The thought of it all only exacerbated his erection. Alan: [It really is!]          [Gives virtual hug]Sarah: [Thanks, hehe]            [Do you want to go out this weekend? Just the two of us ]            [I really liked our last outing] Alan sat upright, pushing his boner to the side to give himself a more comfortable position. Was this a sign she wanted to revive their relationship? if you could even call it that. Alan still wasn't sure what to call it. They had fucked a few times, made out and yet it still felt improper to label it as a relationship. They hadn't hit that threshold yet. It still felt like they needed to undergo an initiation. Maybe this was it. Maybe this was their initiation. Alan: [I would love to!]           [Got any ideas where you wanna go?]           [I've noticed a few nice cafes around the place. Or another restaurant?]Sarah: [Mmmmhhh  ]           [Choices, choices. So many]           [Maybe we can just make up stuff on the day. You know, walk around, see where our mind takes us  ]Alan: [Sounds like a plan]          [You free Saturday?]Sarah: [Yep  All day Saturday]Alan: [That's settled then. You, me. Saturday] He couldn't believe it. After what had transpired last time, he wasn't sure Sarah would be that receptive to a new date, least of all this soon. She had seemed somewhat distant when they had last departed, making Alan think that she wanted another hiatus. 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The next couple of weeks passed by relatively smoothly. Sarah and Alan went on a few dates - to the cinema, to restaurants, walks around the park - taking each other in, bonding over shared childhoods in the states, but remaining cautious, always staying within a designated circle. The most intimate they got was a light kiss on the cheeks or simple hand-holding.Alan wasn't upset at the slow pace of their relationship, he thrived in it. He wanted it to work out and the best way for that to happen, in his mind, was for it to develop naturally. Instead of expressing their desires through sheer, unadulterated lust, just like he had with Nina and Lydia, they made it clear through a deep, profound respect for each other.Over the weekends, when they were free from the hassle of work, they spent countless hours poring over their favourite songs and films, playing videogames in bed, joking about their weekly interactions in the office. And when they were working, they escaped from the boring monotonous schedule of office life with flirting and jokes.In the absence of his sex life with Sarah, Alan filled the lust deficit with Nina, who was more than happy to have a quick fuck session at her apartment. And if that wasn't good enough, Alan enjoyed the occasional exchange of nudes with Lydia, who had slowly grown closer to him, no doubt smitten by the love-making session they had engaged in the week before.It wasn't just with the girls his relationships grew; Alan formed closer bonds with others at the office, including Ravs, Harry and Daf, cracking jokes in the kitchen and helping them film the occasional member's show.He now felt a new sense of belonging. The Yogscast wasn't just his workspace; it had become a second family too. ///////// Alan woke up on a Monday feeling energetic. He had spent the weekend together with Sarah and Sophie, drinking at a DnD bar. He was now looking forward to their trip to Paris for Twitchcon, which was only a week away now.Checking his texts, he received a selfie from Sarah, her awkward face looking directly at the camera as she drank a cup of coffee from her home. She too was getting ready to come in.Alan made sure to send one back, trying to copy the exact pose and location. It was a little game they had, often trying some pretty hard-to-pull-off poses just to infuriate one another.He met with Sophie at Faol Gaol Bridge and crossed it with her."Hey, nerd." She greeted him with a smile. Sophie, too, had grown mellow towards him."Hey, Sophie!" He chose not to reply with his own snide remark. He preferred keeping things amicable between them. Besides, he could tell that Sophie enjoyed teasing him like that. It gave her some power over him."Had a good weekend?" She asked, coyly. The Welsh vixen wasn't wearing anything remarkable today, just some plain grey jeans and a baggy black jumper, mirroring the placidness of the day."Yeah, not too bad. Sarah and I went wall climbing yesterday. Agh." Alan gasped as if the mere mention of it had revived the pain in his joints. "My legs still kill." He gently rubbed them."Aww, you poor thing," Sophie said, with a clear hint of sarcasm."You try climbing up fifty walls over a couple of hours. It fucking kills. It sapped me of all my energy.""Oh, guess you two didn't get to bang yesterday then?"Sophie's inquisition pricked him. It was almost like she was challenging his manhood, asserting that he wasn't fit enough to climb walls and fuck Sarah at the same time. Still, he didn't feel any urgency to lie, so he told her the truth. "No, we didn't. Is that a problem?""No, not at all. It's just...""It's just what?""Well, she's your girlfriend, or at least you want her to be your girlfriend. You might want to think about reigniting that passion otherwise...well, otherwise Sarah might start drifting away." Sophie delivered her advice in her usual way, bluntly and devoid of any ambivalence.Before Alan could retort, however, she was already strolling away."Hey! Wait up! I've got a bad leg here!"Sophie did just that, casting a smirk at him as he hobbled on one leg."Look, I'm just trying to take things slowly. I don't want to ruin things, not when they're going this well. I'm letting her dictate the pace of the relationship. When she wants to do it, that's when we'll do it.""Fair enough." Her response was muted, lacking any anger or empathy. She seemed indifferent. "I'm just warning you, that's all. It's happened before and it'll happen again." Sophie shrugged."So, should I -""Just nudge her in the right direction when you feel the time is right. Don't overstep your boundaries. Don't come off as weak or desperate. Just nudge." She demonstrated with her hands, pushing outwards with her palms."Right, noted. Just...nudge."They made their way to the office under a granite sky, a cool, light breeze lashing at them, harsh and cold like a whip."You looking forward to Twitchcon?"It was only a week away, the convention of all conventions. The time when creators from all over the globe flocked together to synthesize and celebrate what they had accomplished. It would be anything but a lie to say that Alan wasn't freaking out."Oh, I can't fucking wait. Been thinking about it ever since I found out I was going. It should be a blast."Sophie chuckled at Alan's enthusiasm. "Yeah, dude! That's the spirit! Think about how many French women you're going to get to bang!"Alan chuckled. "I mean, you say that but I'll be spending the most of it with everyone else." The intern said with a realistic tone. "Maybe if I meet someone on Tinder looking for a hookup? Who knows?" He asked."Boring!" Sophie complained. "You got the opportunity of a lifetime and let it hang on Tinder, mate?" She asked. "If I had such a great dick I'd be fucking everyone and their mum with it." The Welsh vixen proudly exclaimed.Alan chuckled. "If you want me to fuck your mum let me know, then." He told her, getting a chuckle in return."I'll let you know." Was the last thing the woman said before they entered the office.Yogtowers was abuzz with work. Probably because of the upcoming TwitchCon, lots of content was being recorded in advance to make up for the missing talent.Lewis and Duncan were talking on the sofas, while Ravs and Lydia were by the kitchen. Even Ben and Osie were around Nina talking about who knows what.Alan sat next to Sarah, as per usual."Only a week to go!" Sarah squealed. It was almost like she had been listening to Alan and Sophie's morning conversation.Alan chuckled. Sarah's bouts of excitement never failed to smitten him. He loved the energy she radiated, the way her smile absorbed most of her face, how it illuminated the room. "I've been practicing some French - listen to this!" He cleared his throat. "Hon hon, bonjour madame. May I offer you a slice of my baguette? It is La delicious." He spoke in a stereotypical French accent, trying hard to suppress his laughter."You might want to work on that accent. Don't want you getting us thrown out of the convention before we get to meet any YouTubers. Boba is practically fluent in French. You should ask her. She was helping me dust off some of mine.""Noted." He gave a quick salute.A thought came to Sarah. She raised her head from her desk and towards Alan. "Oh, I've been meaning to ask you, would you be ok with filming some of the content for the members' show? Luke was supposed to come but has had to cancel it because of some family emergency."Alan hesitated. "Er, I don't know...""Ah, come on." She gave him a playful shove on the shoulders. "You did great that one time, even Luke was impressed. Said he was worried you were coming for his job." Sensing that he didn't seem to be convinced, she reassured him. "You don't have to appear in the videos or anything, just film us hanging out, walking around, goofing around. Stuff like that."It was Sarah's glistening chestnut eyes that convinced him more than anything. "Ah...okay. Suppose it wouldn't hurt to walk around and film for a couple of hours.""Brilliant. You're the best!" She flashed Alan her warm, infatuating smile, squishing her shoulders together as she did so, before swirling back around to her monitor.Alan made sure to work on his videos for the day. Matt had sent him more work than usual. That meant he was definitely doing something well, though now a bigger workload was being pushed into him.Today, Alan was editing some videos for a Civilization game. The long vids and multiple perspectives would take him several hours to clip together into a sensible video, while also setting up jokes and the Lewis victory thanks to crab bucket.Leaning back on his chair, he glanced at Sarah who was still working. He was thinking of what Sophie said about being more assertive with her. He definitely wanted to be something with his fellow American. But anything he'd want to do, it would have to wait after work.He'd heard plenty of stories of the friendzone. And Alan definitely didn't want to stay there forever.Maybe, just maybe going to Paris could work for both of them. It's a city of love, no? Maybe he could tell her how he feels right at the top of the Eiffel tower. Or something.Today, Sarah was wearing a nice white miniskirt and an aquamarine t-shirt. Her face was pale but her cheeks were rosy-red, two sweet blushes on her marble façade. Everything Alan loved about her was there in front of him – but out of reach, always out of reach.Leaning back in his chair, already exhausted from hearing Rythian and Daltos complain to each other, he turned towards her. “Say, have you got any plans tonight? I was thinking maybe we could watch another movie.”Sarah stopped typing at her keyboard to face him. “Ugh, I don’t know. I’ve still got to pack for Paris.”“I could help? I've got two hands” Alan said, hopefully."Hehe, I know." Sarah mulled his proposition in her mind. It would speed things up. Plus, it would be good to have some company. Maybe we could plan the trip? “You know what? Fuck it! Let’s do it, dude. You can help me pack and then we can watch a film afterward.” She then lowered her voice to a murmur. “But no staying over. I really need to get my sleeping schedule in check before we leave. I don’t know why, but staying over in other countries completely messes up my body clock. I always have to...prepare.”Alan gave a small salute. “Understood, captain!”  The day went by quickly. Alan, looking forward to the night ahead, trudged on with his grueling task, editing the audio, omitting any unnecessary POVs, and splicing it together. By 5:35PM, he was ready to go, and, thankfully, so was Sarah.The two strolled back to her apartment. Alan couldn't keep his eyes off her, Sarah's skin kissed by the pale moonlight. He didn't talk once; instead, he listened intently to her rants and tirades about Sophie, Succession, and whatever else was on her mind at that moment."Okay!" She sighed, rubbing her hands together. They were standing in her apartment's foyer. I've already got my clothes bag packed, but there are just a few more things I need to grab.""Tell me what I need to do!"It didn't take as long as he had expected. While Sarah finished readying her main bag, Alan helped scoop up a few souvenirs and essentials Sarah needed with her - tampons, charging cables, perfumes, a Pikachu toy - "I don't want to leave him behind" - spare shoes, lipstick, and eyeliners."Damn, are you planning on moving to Paris or what?" Alan quipped as he shoved the suitcase's lid shut, its clothes nearly overflowing."Aww, thanks so much. I dread to think how long that would have taken me on my own."Alan waved her away. "Don't mention it. Wouldn't want you to be left behind by the others."Sarah giggled. "You're sweet..." Their eyes locked on to each other's, lust still burning as bright as the day they made love in her apartment a month or two ago. They could both feel the heat emanating from each other's bodies despite the gap that lay between them.Sarah decided to break the silence. "So...what movie did you have in mind?""Er..." Alan scratched his head. "I thought we could just flick through Netflix and see what perked our interest." He suggested with a light shrug."Sounds good."  Alan couldn't remember what movie they finally settled on. It didn't really matter. It was mere white noise in the background as he began making out with Sarah on her sofa. With the way she kissed back, he could tell that she had been waiting as impatiently for some more intimacy, just as he had.Slowly, he began to rub his knee over her panties, earning him a soft gasp, which only spurred him on. He was tired of waiting, he had been patient enough. It was finally time for him to claim his prize. Weeks of build-up, leading to this. Everything he’d done, he had done for her. Alan was thankful Sarah decided to wear a mini skirt on this day. That might've been what prompted him to suggest helping her.His breath is hot against her face. Sarah twists in his grasp but it only makes his knee dig deeper into her clothed cunt. She looked to the obvious tent in his pants, then to the starved look he wears on his face, then back to his pants. Slowly she drags his jeans down and pulls out his large, throbbing, leaking cock and holds it gently in her hand. Her mouth is slightly open but she dares not move an inch. Neither can she meet his eyes.Alan smirks. “What? Have you never sucked a cock before?”Sarah shakes her head, slightly confused as to what happens next.Alan leaned further back on the sofa, bending in an archway position, pushing his cock closer to Sarah.He knew she wanted it. He could tell by looking at the flames of lust burning in her eyes.Bending down, with Alan's hand on the back of her neck, Sarah began to swallow his shaft.His cock is warm in her mouth, just like the rest of his body, the cold April weather doesn’t seem to mean much to him. Alan groans in pleasure above her. He couldn’t have chosen a better cock-sleeve. “Knew you’d be just as eager as I am. You just couldn’t wait to suck me off, huh?” He says in between shallow breaths, staring down at her. Sarah nods and hum around him, which pleases him because he erupts into a chorus of grunts and whines.Nature kicks in. She continues to skillfully swirl her tongue around his head, droplets of pre cum coating her tongue, as she does her best to take all of him down her throat. But Alan is too big and he’s pushing her head down too fast and it seems he’s finally had enough when his nails bite into her neck and he forcefully face fucks her. “Yeah—fuck just like that, lemme use that sweet mouth, you feel so good, Sarah, so good for me.”
Gulp. Gulp Gulp.
Alan could hardly believe his luck. Sarah felt like a natural. Her mouth and tongue wrapped around his spear, caressing every inch of him. His fingers instinctively comb through her chestnut hair, gripping onto her crown, dictating the pace. "Fuck! Fuck...you're...so fucking good, Sarah."Alan’s cock pulses on his lover’s tongue and his body ripples with arousal at the sight. He slides a palm back into Sarah’s hair, and massages Sarah’s scalp as the young Tiktok aficionado’s mouth builds moisture. There’s saliva, pre-cum, and sweat all around them—flooding Sarah’s mouth even as it makes their skin damp. There’s so much of it on Sarah’s tongue that it leaks, slipping from the edges of her lips, dripping down onto the base of Alan’s cock, trickling through his balls.It’s wet and it’s messy and when Sarah hums quietly, Alan bucks up into her throat and hits the back of it.Alan curses, Sarah gags, and the most viscerally erotic sound slips from her throat, a wet glucking noise blended with the choking, as if Alan’s cock is being jerked off by an oil-soaked hand—but it’s coming from Sarah’s throat.“Fuck,” Alan hisses, bucking up—and then he freezes, intending to apologize…but the words never leave his mouth, because Sarah moans and shoves down harder. She purposefully chokes herself all over again, as though there’s nothing in the world that could pull her off of his cock. Alan’s vision blurs with the intensity of his arousal. It’s one of the most erotic experiences he has ever seen and felt.“You’re incredible,” Alan murmurs, words rasping and low. “So...fucking...good.”Sarah squeezes Alan’s balls as if she’s acknowledging the compliment, and pushes him closer to the edge. Alan’s prick vibrates with need, his body trembling beneath Sarah’s touch — and Sarah refuses to release Alan’s cock, as she continues to suck and hollow out her cheeks despite his body’s attempts at rejecting the intrusion. Her eyes are red, her limbs are trembling, and her lungs are begging for air but she denies herself even that in her race to deliver Alan an orgasm.Soon, it hits - hot, warm cum sprays inside Sarah's throat, painting it white. Alan's body convulses, his cock gyrating as Sarah's lips slacken around it. "OH...FUCKKKK!!"A feral need for more washes through Alan, but Sarah pulls back entirely and pants for oxygen, like she’s hit a limit of sorts. Alan bites back another groan as falls back onto the sofa. He can’t take his eyes off the thick drool that strings from Sarah’s plush, swollen lips to the flushed tip of his cock."Fuck....wow," are the only words that escape from Alan's mouth as he the euphoria washes over him. Sarah, meanwhile, cleans the rest of the cum from her lips."I just...couldn't stop." She giggled, brushing aside the hair that had fallen in front of her.The two of them laid there for a while, taking the other in, listening to their shallow breaths.It was Sarah who broke the impasse. Climbing up further onto the sofa, Sarah, exhausted from her performance, cuddled up to Alan, nestling in between his arms and torso. Alan, still recovering from his treatment, pulled her into him, enjoying the smell of her Lavendar perfume.He wanted to say something, to articulate his gratitude or compliment her, but nothing came to fruition. Like his sack, his mind was empty. Instead, he cuddled her. Sleep consumed both of them.

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When Alan awoke on the morning of the trip to Paris, he found himself reeling from a night wrought in discomfort. His body was coated in sweat, foam seeped out of his half-agape mouth and the joints in his body ached as if they had been twisted and mangled by an inter-dimensional force. The air was cool but his body felt like a furnace. Instinctively, he combed his hands through his dark, black hair, feeling how it jutted out in multiple directions, stuck together like a heap of barbed wire.Pulling himself up, Alan groaned. He felt like he had been hit by a truck. With the room still plunged in darkness, the early morning rays barely penetrating through the gaps in the blinds, he reached his hand out and blindly grappled for his phone, eventually grazing it on the sixth or seventh attempt.His phone illuminated the room with its glow – 8:57, just three minutes shy of the first alarm he had set himself. In his usual prepared self, Alan had arranged for several alarms to go off in a coordinated sequence over the next hour and half, a safety precaution in case the first failed to rouse him. He wasn’t intent on repeating his university experience.This new affliction wasn’t helping matters, however. He felt nauseous, fatigued. A part of him wanted to do nothing more than to collapse onto the bed and scurry underneath the refuge offered by his covers, but he decided to fight this bout of lethargy by reminding himself of the day’s importance.Me. The Yogs. Twitchcon. Paris. He’d be a fool to discard such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like this.Stumbling out of bed, Alan dragged his half-asleep body to the bathroom, where he was almost blinded by the sun’s intrusion. After brushing his teeth, his rotting breath replaced by the fresh mint of his toothpaste, he flung himself into the shower, the warm waters soothing his muscles and refreshing him. He then injected some product into his hair, styling it like a gardener tends to his garden, slowly and delicately. Once he was satisfied with the sculpture he had formed, he got dressed – plain light blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a black jumper with an emblem of a green serpent in the corner – grabbed his suitcase and shoved some toast he had half-arsedly spread over with jam into his mouth before departing for the train station.The walk there was brisk, a ten-minute foray through Bristol’s winding, cobblestone streets. For a Friday, the city was surprisingly desolate, with only the occasional cyclist and office worker in view. Storm clouds were already gathering on the horizon like an ominous army, but Alan had packed light since Paris’ weather forecast indicated it was going to be sunny for most of the weekend.When he finally reached the station, it didn’t take Alan long to find members of the Yogscast congregated in a cabin at the end of the train.“Alan, get in here!” Lewis beckoned to him from the train’s open doors. The man, who vaguely resembled a Lebanese child soldier, was already prepared for the summer weather, wearing sandals, sunglasses and a cool, plain, white t-shirt.The intern leaped in and took a seat next to Sarah with a window view.“We nearly left without you!” Sarah said incredulously, though the smile flickering on her face suggested she was more amused than angry with him.“Sorry, sorry,” Alan said sheepishly. “I didn’t get any rest last night. I felt all giddy, like a kid on the night before Christmas.”Sarah giggled. “I know that feeling well. Well, that doesn’t matter. You’re here now.” Like Alan, Sarah's outfit today was casual - light blue jeans, a claret cotton cardigan with a plain white t-shirt underneath. Her hair was also bunched up in a pink bow."Hey, Alan!" Sophie and Daf walked into view. The drinks and snacks they carried in their hands suggested they had just returned from visiting the train’s bar. “Here you go, Sarah,” Sophie said, handing her a Coke bottle. “Sorry, Alan. I didn’t know what to get you.”Alan waved her away. “Don’t worry about it, I had something before I left. I’ll probably get something later.”By the time the two took their seats, the train began to leave the station.“So…” Alan decided to break the silence, “who are you guys most anxious to meet? At Twitchcon, I mean.”“Tommyinnit,” Sarah squealed, which produced a laugh from the others.“Isn’t he like, fourteen or something,” Daf asked, amused.“He looks younger,” Alan laughed, “he looks like he was a foetus like, five years ago or something.”“Haha,” Sarah responded sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “He’s actually an adult, a serious one, as all Minecraft Youtubers are.”“Not their victims though,” Alan remarked, drawing a laugh from both Sophie and Daf, though Sarah didn’t seem too amused hearing her internet heroes be slandered in such a way.As the train left the city, Sarah and Sophie soon turned their attention to the window view, watching the pristine emerald hills of the English countryside caressed by the golden rays of the sun. Every once in a while, a flock of sheep or cows could be seen, interspersed across the land in little clusters.Alan felt his phone vibrate – a notification. Sinking his hands into his jeans, he grabbed the phone, signed in and saw that he had received a message from Lydia: [Are you on the train?]Alan checked to make sure his companions weren’t looking and then hastily sent back a reply: [yeah]Lydia: [Good]
What could that mean? Her reply was quick and weirdly ominous.
“This side of England is really beautiful, don’t you think, Alan?” Her face pressed against the glass, Sarah still seemed engrossed in the rolling hills sweeping past the train’s compartments.“Er, yeah…It’s lovely,” Alan replied meekly, his mind still focused on Lydia. He checked his phone again, but there was no reply.“You ok, Alan? You look a bit shaken,” Daf observed. His comment made Alan jump. “Er, yeah. Yeah, I’m fine, mate,” the delivery of the last word made him cringe internally. “I just, er, still can’t believe this is happening, you know? Going to Paris, to Twitchcon, with all you guys."“Yeah, it’s going to be sick,” Daf chuckled.Lydia: [Want to make this trip a little bit interesting?]Alan felt his cock harden underneath his jeans.Was this a trick from Lydia? Was she just toying with him, getting him worked up for nothing?He decided to keep his reply casual in case. He didn’t want to sound too desperate.Alan: [I’m down for anything ;)]Lydia: [Good]          [Let’s have some fun]           [I’ll give you a sign]Alan felt a bolt of excitement rush through him. He had never done anything intimate in a public space before. The idea had always intrigued him, but his docile self usually took precedent, cowering him into submission. He wasn’t intent on making that same mistake, not when Lydia was involved.A few minutes later, the Amazonian goddess herself grazed past, flashing Alan a smile and a quick wink. That was the only sign Alan needed.He offered Sarah, Sophie and Daf an excuse and then, discreetly, followed her to the train’s restroom at the back of the cabin. She went in first, and then, once Alan had waited for a stocky, bald man in his forties to pass, he followed her inside.“It’s not very spacious, is it?” Lydia quipped as Alan brushed past her, their lips inches from each other.Alan chuckled. “No, not really.”The intimacy of the room gave Alan a chance to appreciate her figure and look. Today, she was wearing a crimson red t-shirt, with a slit near the collar allowing for a clear view of her cleavage, dark-grey jeans and black stilettoes. He could also smell her intoxicating perfume – a whiff of frangipani, enriched by the essence of tangerine and softened by ylang ylang. It was sweet and strong, a mixture that epitomised Lydia to him.“So, what do you want to do in here?” Alan asked. He wished he didn’t sound so weak when he spoke near her. He wanted to sound strong, masculine, but being near Lydia made him feel so delicate.A smile curled Lydia’s lips. “Listening to Harry and Ravs rant about fucking Pokemon for two hours straight is the last thing I want to do.”Alan respected that justification. Harry and Ravs had a tendency to spill into rants at the office that could outstay their welcome. “That doesn’t great.”“So….” Lydia closed the gap between them, her cleavage at eye level with him. “I thought we could have some fun in here. We can’t stay too long though. People are going to get suspicious.”“Good point. What do you –“ Before he could mutter another word, Lydia was already on her knees, unfastening his belt and pulling his jeans down. “Lydia-“Lydia hushed him. “Shut the fuck up, glasses. No complaining. Just stand there and take it.”He couldn’t argue with that. It didn't take long for Lydia’s warm mouth to wrap itself around his hard cock. To Alan, the way her mouth was tight but also spacious enough for him to expand, it felt like he had plunged into a fitting glove. With an eye still guarding the door, he grabbed her head for support and pushed down, enjoying how her tongue licked his shaft. “Aww, Lydia. That’s…That’s…fuck!” He moaned.Aside from the twisting and turning of the turn, the only sound he could hear in that dimly-lit room was the slurps emanating from Lydia’s tight mouth. Pre-cum was already beginning to drop down her lips. He groaned. “Aww, you’re fucking amazing.”Again, she paid him no heed to his comments, instead focusing on her mission – draining his balls. Someone rattled on the door, but gave up after realising it was locked. “We…” he took an intake of air, “…might need…to speed this up.” Those words spurred her into action, causing Lydia to quicken her pace and begin stroking his cock. It took no time for Alan’s balls to inflate and his cock to begin spraying warm paint down the back of her throat. It was slow, but enjoyable.“Aww, fuck!” The state of euphoria was so overwhelming he was surprised he didn’t keel over and collapse atop her.Pulling away from his cock, Lydia licked the cum stained on her lips and smiled. “Feeling better?”“Much…”“Good. That parched my throat. It was feeling a little bit dry,” Lydia quipped with a smirk. “I better get back before they get suspicious. I’d suggest you do the same. Might be a good idea to clean up in here before you saunter back, though.”Alan nodded. “Will do.”When the corridor sounded clear, she stepped out first. Alan took the time alone to clean up any signs of their act, scrubbing the floor and washing himself off. Once he was satisfied with his cleanup job, he left the restroom and strolled back to his seat with the others. He was enjoying this casual relationship with Lydia.To his satisfaction, the others greeted him without any hint of suspicion.From then on, the train journey to London went by without anything too remarkable happening. The four spent most of the time on their phones, with the occasional remark.When they reached the capital, a few of them brought some lunch at a Gregs before boarding the Eurostar to Paris. Once again, Alan chose to sit next to Sarah, Daf and Sophie.The toil of the day’s arduous journey was readily apparent when the others began to nap, Sarah’s head resting on Alan’s shoulders. Alan, not feeling particularly tired, passed the time on his phone, switching between Twitter, Instagram and some online crosswords he had downloaded the night before.A few hours later, the train had finally reached its destination. Stepping outside, Alan was hit by the late evening air and the glimmer of the lights of the city. Paris, the city of love, was in front of him. An experience awaited.

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Their time in France on the first night had been brief. Switching between so many different modes of transportation to reach their destination had exhausted most of them, postponing any desire to explore the city until the next day. Alan, Sarah, Daf and Ravs, feeling in the exploratory spirit, took their time in the waning hours of the evening to browse a few of the shops adjacent to their hotel, buying a few accessories to augment their rooms, though left without much satisfaction.Alan, along with some of the others, had taken up residency at a small, quaint hotel lying on the periphery of the city’s main squares. The building was weathered by age, pigeons picking apart its stone-and-marble carcass as they brushed past it. A bushy undergrowth, entwined with weeds, moss and ferns, had festered on the rooftop from neglect, offering sanctuary to some of the birds. To his disappointment, the surrounding neighbourhood was just as uninviting, brimming with traces of poverty. Rats scurried amongst the discarded rubbish pilling up on the curbs. Buildings were marked with stains of smoke and graffiti. The scenes that greeted them caused Harry to remarkthat it was “pornographically poor.” While the carpets reeked of washing chemicals and the walls sagged with age, the low price for the weekend and the proximity to the convention quickly washed away such concerns. The bed itself wasn’t bad either. Soft and light, it made Alan feel as if he was sleeping on a cloud.Courtesy of his alarm, Alan woke up at 9:00AM, an hour before the convention opened to the public. Flinging open the blinds and window, he was met with the sounds of the bustling metropolis outside his window. Sunlight blinded him. The weather forecast hadn’t lied: early summer had found its way to Paris. Peering down into the street below, he saw a vivid, moving tableau. Students cycled around erratically, weaving in and out of the throngs of people streaming past on the pavement. Some tourists, evidently lost, stopped others in the street to ask for directions. Immigrant workers stood in front of piles of memorabilia, urging pedestrians to purchase their wares. And the titillating odours of Paris – from the grimy streets to the rich scent of fresh pastry – washed over him.With a smile plastered across his face, the young intern readied himself for the day, throwing on a casual outfit, consisting of light blue jeans, a white t-shirt and white trainers, brushing his teeth and sculpting his hair with some tough gel that reeked of a mild, cream soda scent. He made sure to painstakingly etch the fresh cologne into his skin before he grabbed his coat, bag and wallet and exited the door.It didn’t take him long to rendezvous with the Yogscast members residing at the hotel, finding them in the foyer, distracted by their phones.“Hey!” He called out to them with a cheerful greeting. Sarah and Sophie looked up and threw him a warm smile.“Hey! Sleep well?” Sarah asked.Alan collapsed into a seat next to her in the foyer, Sophie to his left. “Yeah, the beds weren’t as bad as I thought they would be, to be honest. When we first got here, I thought they’d be infested with bugs or something, so it was relief to find out they weren’t. Not the best, but still comfortable.”“At least someone had a good’s night rest,” Sophie responded dryly. “Both Sarah and I have been up almost all night. The beds were stiff, the room was too fucking cold and there was a massive bang, a commotion, at, like, three in the morning.”Sarah nodded in affirmation, her eyes closed and brows knitted together in a state of deep focus, one hand cupping the latte on the table.“Aww, that sucks. I suppose that’s the trade-off you get with low hotel prices.”Sophie gave a quick survey around of the foyer, her eyes meeting the place with derision. “Place looks like it could collapse any minute.”Alan chuckled. “We should probably get going then.”Even in her sleep-deprived state, Sophie’s beauty could not be denied. Her eyes were like pools of amber and her face was speckled with light birthmarks from where she hadn’t had time to apply her make-up on yet. The cigarette, grasped in her hand, burning with the same intensity as her eyes, looked to be her morning ritual. Under her tank top and loose jeans, there was an athletic body, tanned but not aggressively so, her hips wide and firm. She breathed in the tobacco flavoured fumes, savouring it briefly before breathing out.She must have sensed Alan was staring at her because she flashed him a knowing glance, her eyes piercing him. Alan turned away quickly, trying to hide his obvious embarrassment. For some reason, Sophie could still cower him with just her looks. It might have been her ethereal beauty or the way she carried herself, always calm and sensual. Whatever it was, it had a vice-like grip over him, one he wasn’t sure he could escape.In contrast with her friend, Sarah wore a more traditional outfit, a white, semi-transparent dress covered in roses as red as her cheeks, accentuating her femininity and giving her a youthful glow. A light grey purse was slung around her neck, the leather straps brushing against an amethyst pendant.Looking at the girls in their elegant attire made Alan feel guilty for selecting the bland clothing he had chosen to wear for the day. Then again, it couldn’t hurt not to outshine the girls. Women enjoyed it when a man acted as a wallflower, standing by their side but never drawing attention away from them. The thought settled Alan.After finishing their coffees, the girls stood up and followed Alan out of the hotel. Daf and Ravs joined them a few minutes later, both sporting bright Hawaiian shirts and beige shorts, coke bottles slung underneath their arms. Ravs wore a nice shade of sunglasses, the light dancing off the lenses.The Scottish giant sounded the charge. “Let’s roll me broskis.”As they strolled through the boulevards, the wide-open streets bustling with throngs of people, they were met with a wide array of restaurants jutting out into the road. Smiling, youthful couples and families dined on a variety of cuisines, some native to France, others imported from elsewhere. Salty green olives, dried red tomatoes, chicken and gammon drowned in gravy, hot crab soup, and bread soaked in melted cheese – all of the smells assaulting Alan and the others as they traversed through the Parisian streets.“Man, I’m fucking starving guys. I could eat all of this shit,” Ravs bemoaned as he gawked at some of the stalls on offer. “The Frenchies know how to whip up a good lunch.”The others shared his restlessness. The food on offer did look very appetising. But Lewis had instructed them to meet him by the convention’s doors at a certain time and none wished to incur the not-so-Lebanese-boy’s wrath, so they would have to discard the allure of the French cuisine for the present time.As they wandered towards the centre of Paris, summer’s burning gaze became more pronounced without the sanctuary offered by the dense sidewalks and buildings near the hotel district. Alan and the others took occasional breaks, sheltering in the shade of a tree, drinking from their water bottles.“Guys, I think I’m actually melting,” an exhausted Ravs cried as he leaned against a Victorian-era building, brushing away sweatbeads from his forehead, his skin already turning a bright crimson red.Daf opined. “Fuckin’ hell. Knew those Hawaiian shirts were a good idea.” Turning to Ravs, he said, “there’s a bit of a breeze here, it’s light but…it’s good enough.”In the distance, Alan’s eyes were caught by the indistinguishable glimmer of a purple cloth, fluttering in the wind. Banners for the Twitch convention draped grand columns in the road, leading towards a large entrance hall, its dome shimmering in the sun.The young intern pointed it out to the others. “Not far now,” he prompted. “Looks like a five, maybe ten, minute walk from here. We should get going.”Following his lead, the group, swept away by the current of the bustling crowd, made their pilgrimage to the revered site of gamers worldwide: Twitchcon. Just as promised, they reunited with the other Yogscast members outside the main doors ten minutes past ten.“Right, ok…everyone here? Good…good,” said Lewis, rubbing his hands together. He stood at the front of the pack, surveying the group. Like Alan, his outfit was plain: a white t-shirt, a beige summer shorts and white trainers. His emerald eyes were sheltered by a pair of black sunglasses and his hair glistened with freshly-applied product.“Before we venture in, I thought we could maybe take a group photo? Just here, by the entrance. We should also send out a message to Yognaughts in the area, give them a time and place to meet us. Half-two work for everyone?” When the group murmured back their approval, he instructed Daf to take a picture of everyone huddled outside the main entrance, the purple banners in the background.As the others jostled into position, Alan found himself fading into the background. Even though he had been with them for nearly three months now, and formed close connections with most of the ones in the office, he still didn’t feel worthy enough to appear in a public photo with them.“Alan, are you going to join in?” The soft, mellow voice could only belong to Sarah.Turning around, rather awkwardly, Alan scratched his hand, his signature move when embarrassed, and said, “Oh, er…no, this seems like your guy’s thing. I don’t want to infringe upon that.”“Nonsense. You’re one of us now. C’mon!” Her beady eyes appealed to him. The others didn’t seem to be paying much heed to their conversation, more focused on finding their positions.Alan sighed. Why the fuck not! It’s not like he stood out or anything. People’s attentions online would be more focused on Lewis or Boba than some random intern. Hell, they might just think he wandered into shot by accident.Taking a side by Sarah on the outskirts of the group photo, he smiled along with the others. One click and it was done, the crowd already dispersing and drifting into the halls.“Not so bad, was it?” Sarah teased, nudging his shoulders.“No. It wasn’t.” Alan laughed sheepishly. Participating in a group photo felt like another initiation of his assimilation with the company. There now was a tangible documentation of his involvement.  After that, the group flooded into the convention hall. Even though the event had only been open for an hour, it was already heaving with people. Booths displaying the latest indie games decorated the ground floor, with dozens of people swarming around them, agitating for the chance to play. Interspersed throughout these were merchandise booths. Streamers, most of whom Alan barely knew, walked around, treated like Holywood celebrities as their fans jostled to take pictures with them.Mesmerised by the out-of-this-world experience, Alan allowed himself to be swallowed up by the throng of people and carried away by the current into the conventional hall. Following Sarah, Daf and Sophie like a lost puppy, he tried a few indie games on offer at the booths, purchased some souvenirs, mainly Twitch merchandise, to cherish the experience and even managed to cleave through the swarms of fans surrounding them to get brief, fleeting selfies with XQC, Hasan, GeorgeNotFound and RanbooLive. He saw that Sarah was even more euphoric meeting the content creators she had idolised growing up, leaving a giddy-dorky smile plastered across her face that only accentuated her adorableness.As the hours ticked by and the sun climbed its ascent in the sky, the fever that had characterised the opening hours receded, with the stream of people ebbing to a steady but calm flow. The group fragmented, splitting in different directions. Alan and Sarah briefly toured some of the booths upstairs, brought an ice-cream to eat outside in one of the grounds outside the convention before venturing back in to continue exploring. Eventually, Sarah drifted away to view the Minecraft Championship event being hosted and, since Alan didn’t have any tickets, used the time to casually stroll around some of the other stalls, viewing the items on offer but never buying.Alan felt someone slide up to him. They did it so casually and gracefully that it felt like a natural occurrence. Looking down he saw that it was Bouphe, carrying some Twitch merchandise under one arm. Her black hair was hung down her shoulders like curtains, exposing a cherubic face, her chestnut eyes shielded by a pair of plain black sunglasses. She strode next to him with a swagger, portraying a sense of confidence he wished he could emulate.“Oh, Bouphe, I didn’t notice you there. You startled me.”“Most people don’t, the perks and disadvantages of being small.” She purred in her thick northern accent. “Saw you wandering around there like a lost tourist with a stupid grin on your face. Is this your first Twitchcon?”“Yeah, it is actually. I’ve always wanted to go, but just never had the time or money.”“Enjoying it?”“Definitely. Yeah, a lot. It’s nice to be out with everyone here as well, you know? Just vibing.”Bouphe murmured an agreement, nodding her head. “Fucking Lydia on the train probably helped with that.”Alan felt time slow down and the heat assaulting him growing heavier. The way she delivered the statement in a nonchalantly way seemed to suggest it was a normal occasion to fuck a colleague a mere few months after meeting them. Alan didn’t detect the undertones of jealously or criticism, but she had decided to drop that bombshell for a reason.“I…erm..ur…how?” he stammered, trying to keep himself cool and collected. “How did you know?” He whispered.“Oh, she told me. Me and Lyds are close like that. I also know about your other...interaction.”“Look, Bouphe, I don’t want you to get the wrong impression of me. It’s not what it sounds like.” He sounded desperate, almost pleading. He knew he looked pathetic but he couldn’t help thinking of the consequences if Bouphe somehow let it slip he was banging Lydia. I doubt she’d do it maliciously. But if she relays the news to other people – her mods, Osie, Boba – it could spread like a fire. My reputation, me and Sarah, all gone.Bouphe seemed to detect the stress Alan was feeling for she posed her next question with a tinge of sympathy paired with a reassuring glance. “It’s not?”He jumped on it. “No. Lydia and I aren’t really a couple or a...unit for that matter. We’re just...It was a onetime thing.”Bouphe raised an eyebrow.“Two time thing. Honest. Truth be told, she kinda coerced me into it. I mean, can you really blame me for trying that with someone as hot as Lydia? I feel like you’d scold me if I had the opportunity and didn’t act on it to be honest.”Bouphe allowed herself a light smile, prolonging the silence to torment Alan. He recognised it as a tactic Sophie would often deploy to keep him tense. When they had reached a more desolate part of the convention hall, Bouphe replied. “I know exactly what you are, Alan.”He gulped. “You do? It’s good I hope.”“You’re a greedy manwhore, who’s hoping to fuck their way through the Yogscast, either powered by pleasure or a sense of machismo.”Bouphe’s jab left him blindsided. It took him a few moments to compose himself and offer a weak rebuttal. “Or maybe I’m just a guy out of his depth who somehow turned on a magnetic-rizz field that is drawing all of the women in the Yogscast towards me and I have zero power to actually disable it.” He offered meekly. Levity seemed the best method to de-escalate the confrontation.To his delight, Bouphe laughed. “Nice save, but don’t think I’m not onto you mister.” She gave him a quick wink, brimming with seductive energy, before slipping into the crowd and fading away.
Fuck, this is bad. And hot. But mostly bad.
His encounter with Bouphe troubled him for most of the day, distracting him from some of the sights the others were enjoying around the convention. After playing on a few more of the indie game booths alone, he decided to re-join the group and meet with some of the other creators on the ground floor.  By 6:00PM, the assembled crowds began dispersing, scattering in multiple directions to enjoy the wonders offered by Paris.“Where do you guys want to eat?” Lewis asked as they were leaving the entrance.“I’m not paying for everyone’s dinner, Ravs. Do I look like I’ve made of money?“Yeah, you do actually. Got all that Yogventures dough.”After some bickering, the group decided to settle on a nice traditional restaurant in the city’s centre. Alan took a seat nestled between Sarah and Daf and ordered himself a cheeseburger. It wasn't grand or refine, but he didn't want to fuss over dinner.After a while, the waitress brought over their plates. He bit the corner off a packet of mayonnaise and squeezed out the contents over his burger. He then picked it up in both hands, bit into it and sat back, chewing. Throughout the dinner, he couldn’t help but feel Bouphe’s eyes staring at her from the other side of the table, scrutinizing him, digging into his flesh like the talons of a hawk. Chatter around him bled into an incoherent gurgle as he tried desperately to avoid her penetrating stare.“Yo, Alan, if you’re not going to eat that, do you mind if I have it, bro?" Ravs' question snapped him back to reality. He was pointing to the plate of fries which remained untouched. "I’m mega-fucking hungry, dude.”With a chuckle, he waved Ravs off. “Sorry, man. I’m going to eat it, I just got lost in my own thoughts there for a sec.” He resumed chewing, distracting himself by immersing in Sarah and Sophie’s chatter, yet the staring continued. Every once in a while, Alan thought he could see Bouphe lick her lips playfully. Whether the heat of the summer night or the flicker of the candles on the table was conjuring these images, Alan couldn’t tell, but they felt palpable.To augment his meal, Alan order a sweet red-wine, fresh from the vineyards of southern France. Chateau d’Esclans. He mulled the words over in his head. I’ve always wanted to experience that Mediterranean coast. Another thing to add to the bucket-list, I suppose.Tipping the bottle back, a golden sun melted down his throat, its rays filling his nostrils with sunshine. As it reached the bottom of its journey, his stomach melted away from it, turning into a gooey mess. In tandem, so did his mind. Bouphe’s stares didn’t perturb him as much, blending into the tableau. He felt at ease and injected himself into some of the discussions happening at the table – Duncan and Osie arguing over their favourite type of cheese, Harry and Ravs discussing which Pokemon character would ‘goon’ the most, and Lewis rambling about some tirade he would no doubt use as content for the Triforce podcast.The group remained at the restaurant for another hour, talking over drinks as the summer night enveloped around them. Slowly, their formations started fragmenting, individuals excusing themselves and leaving at their own times. Alan remained with the others for a while but opted to walk back with Sarah, Sophie and Daf as it reached 10:00PM.“Ok, not me with GeorgeNotFound,” Sarah squealed as she held up a selfie of the two of them taken earlier in the morning.“George has definitely been found,” Alan joked absent-mindedly, his thoughts still revolving around Bouphe and the implications she posed for his relationship with Lydia. Would she disrupt it? Did I detect the undertones of jealousy or is my mind just playing tricks on me?  He bide Sarah farewell outside her hotel room and made his way to his. As he was twisting the key in the door, however, he felt someone approach him in the periphery of his vision. Turning, he saw that it was Bouphe, a sassy look plastered on her face.
Wait, is she even staying in this hotel? I thought she was with Lydia and the others a couple of streets away?
“Ah, Bouphe! If I had a dollar for every time you sneaked up on my today, I would have two dollars, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it’s happened twice.”“Is that good thing or a bad thing?” She asked.“Good, probably. Look, you’re not going to do anything about that information are you? Lydia and I want to keep it quiet. It would do her more harm than me if people found out.”Bouphe took a few steps closer. “Wouldn’t dream of it. Lyds is like a big sister. I’m not going to do anything stupid like that.”Alan felt relief wash over him. Thank God. Even though he knew Bouphe wasn’t destructive in that manner, hearing the words come from her directly took a burden of his shoulders. Next, his mind turned to another burning question. “So, why are you here then? Didn’t you rent a room with Lydia?”“Yeah,” She said, taking another step closer to him. “I kinda wanted to come over and see the cock that’s been taking the Yogscast by storm.”  One minute they were standing outside in the hallway, the next Bouphe was pushing him into the room, a wild sultry look burning bright in her eyes, a wicked smile plastered across her face. Alan felt paralysed, unable to do anything more than watch Bouphe push him onto the bed and unbutton his jeans. He felt his cock stiffen at her touch, her eyes widening as she detected its length and girth. Like Lydia, Bouphe seemed to enjoy tormenting her prey. She rubbed her hands across the tent emerging in his pants, smoothing over the edges, savouring how it made Alan squirm and writhe on the bed. Alan recognised it as her wielding power over him, asserting her position.“Mmmmhhhh, Lydia didn’t lie, you’re big,” Bouphe commented, her sly voice betraying how she was enjoying the experience just as much as Alan was. Without taking her eyes off of him, her hands continued to massage the mound, slow and measured like a masseuse feeling for a strained muscle. As her hands traced the end of his shaft, Bouphe’s stoic manner gave way to reveal a more roused expression. “Fucking hell, Alan. How big are you?”“Er, just over six inches.” He tried to deliver the information casually but the reality of a Youtuber he had jerked off to religiously in the past leaning over him and rubbing his cock overwhelmed him, causing him to speak in a strained manner.Bouphe pursed her lips, mulling the information over in her head, hands still resting on his shielded erection. “Perfect,” she whispered, “us girls like them that big. We need to feel something when we’re riding it.”Before he could even respond, Bouphe was already ripping his clothes away like a feral animal, discarding them on the floor. First, his trousers, then his shoes and socks until finally yanking away his boxers to reveal his hard, throbbing cock. Bouphe, still fully clothed, took a moment to observe the instrument in front of her.“You know, I haven’t had cock in years.”“Really?” Alan found that hard to believe. For a woman as attractive as Bouphe, any man in their right mind would desire her. The fact she was standing over him was just as exciting as it was surreal.Bouphe shook her head, her lips still pressed down, the unquenchable fire of lust burning in her eyes. “Nope. Tending cats and watching and reviewing shitty retro films from the 80s consumes too much of my time.” She quipped. “I haven’t felt what it’s like to ride a good cock in ages.”Re-gathering some of his bravado, Alan lightly tapped his erect penis and said, “Jump on this one then. It’s free and getting ready to leave the station.”Bouphe shot him back a flirtatious smile and began playing with her hair.
She’s deliberately stalling for time, to test if I can handle her, if I truly want her. I can’t show impatience or resentment. I need to play her game and win.
“Are you curious how often I wanked to you, to your streams?”Bouphe raised an eyebrow, placing her hands on her hips. “I’m going to guess you did it almost all of the time? Considering how you’ve already managed to fuck Lydia after only being here for like a month, I’ve already worked out you’re chronically horny.”Alan didn’t let her jabs inflict him. He endured them, making sure to maintain his smile and cool confidence. Shifting slightly on the bed, he placed his hands behind his head and arched his back up to make his cock more visible, subtle but evident.“Every. Single. Time. Do you know why?” Before she could retort, he answered his own question for her, “Because I liked listening to your voice and imagining you underneath me. I wanted you Bouphe because you’re fucking hot.” He didn’t feel the need to embellish it by modulating his voice since it was the honest truth.With surprisingly agility, Bouphe pounced onto the bed and began undressing, removing her trousers and panties, flinging them onto the pile she had made with Alan’s clothes. Her pussy exposed, she delicately lowered herself onto Alan’s cock, a small whimper signally contact had been made. As he sunk into her, she allowed herself a moment to enjoy how his girth expanded into the walls of her vaginal canal, firmly pushing against her muscles. Alan, feeling confident now that he knew the dynamic had shifted in his favour, placed his hands on her waist, feeling her settle and adjust to the new situation.“Show me how you fucked Lydia,” she spat, a command brimming with undisguised desire. “Thrust me with your cock like I’m her, like I’m a big dumb bitch.”Slowly, exhibiting balance and self-restraint, Bouphe began moving on top of him, riding his cock with the same control and skill a cowboy masters at a rodeo. Alan remained stationary. Keeping his hands on her waist, he allowed himself to feel her round, plump ass cheeks, lightly squeezing them to spur her on faster. It had the intended effect. She began grinding on him, her pussy building with more moisture, dripping down onto his shaft.“Fuck, Alan! Give me that fucking cock!” Her shouts were soft and light but her thick northern accent accentuated them all the same.He obeyed, increasing the pace, slamming his cock into her pussy and bringing her further down onto his pelvis to make it easier to skewer her. The bed underneath him was already creaking, making a god-awful sound like that of a dying animal, but Alan ignored it, focusing on Bouphe’s sweet moans and the sucking sound her pussy made as he thrusted into her.He couldn’t control himself any longer. White hot cum surged through his cock and began painting the inside of Bouphe’s vaginal canal. One long drawn out groan signalled his defeat. The woman straddling him accepted it with a lighter moan, her face contorting from the euphoria washing over her. A few seconds later, Bouphe’s petite frame collapsed on top of him, her sweat fusing with his. They remained in that state for a while, soaking in each other’s shallow breathing, Bouphe’s ebony hair covering him like a blanket, soft and reassuring.“Aww, Alan, that was too fucking good,” Bouphe purred, sprawled out over him.
Take control, man. Bouphe is submissive. Show her how you own her.
Slowly and rhythmically, Alan stroked Bouphe’s hair, lightly pulling her closer into an embrace. Time went by slowly. The only sound that invaded their sanctuary was the waning of the traffic, a light hum in the distance like an insect.Eventually, Bouphe entangled herself from Alan's arms and began composing herself. "Well, that was fun," she concluded in a sigh."Yeah, it really was.""Maybe we try it again some time. Unless, you're too busy banging Lydia?"Alan deflected Bouphe's remark with a controlled chuckle. "Don't worry, I'll make room for you in my schedule." Smooth Alan. Smooth.Now fully dressed, Bouphe sauntered to the door and looked back. "You know, you're not bad for a nerdy intern." She closed the door respectfully, leaving Alan to fall asleep with the connotations of her words.

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Paris soon became a distant, yet fond, memory for Alan as he eased back into the monotonous rhythm of everyday life working at the Yogscast. To his relief, the warm summer felt at TwitchCon soon made itself present in Bristol, washing the common greens outside the office in vibrant light, carrying a light breeze through the office’s windows. In recognition of this, the work culture gradually became more relaxed. Less time was spent hunched over keyboards, more on conversing around the kitchen table, sipping sodas.As tradition, Harry used the opportunity to degenerate the conversation with his signature absurdist humour."So, you're given ten million pounds. Sounds good so far, right?" Harry asked, perched atop a stool near the arcade machine in the office's foyer.Osie, who was sat opposite him, nodded her agreement. She had just arrived in Bristol for a livestream and was passing the time playing on the arcade machine. While Alan had met her at TwitchCon, it had been brief, a few pleasent exchanges, a few acknowledging glances before moving on. When they met earlier this morning, he had tried to act casually, but it was difficult to look someone straight in the face after fucking their sister, so he recoiled in the corner, trying to avoid direct confrontation as much as possible.Harry continued. "But, you have to wash in cum for the rest of your life.""That doesn't sound too bad actually.""No, I...I don't think you understand, Osie. For the rest of your life. That's it. No more cold showers. No more hot baths. Just-""Cum. Yeah, that doesn't sound like a long term plan, does it? Can I pay someone to wash me, like can they do it for me.""What? No, that defeats the whole purpose. You either have to stink normally or stink of cum.""Probably pass then.""Alan? What about you? Are you taking the prize?" From the way Harry readjusted himself on the stall, it reminded Alan of a gargoyle perched on the ledge of a building."Er, can't I just not shower and use like deodrant to cover myself up?""Yeah, you can, but the point is you're not allowed to enjoy a nice, refreshing bath for the rest of your life unless you want to swim in cum.""I'll do that then. Ten million pounds is too good to miss out on.""Even for showers? You'd trade showers for the rest of your life for ten million?""Yeah, why the fuck not?"While Harry harrassed more workers with his asinine questions, pestering them for their opinion, Alan couldn’t help but fantasise over the intimacy he had shared with Bouphe in the French hotel. It had been nearly a week now, but the moments played over in his head so vividly. The way she had leaped onto the bed, mounted and straddled him with burning intensity, how lust flickered through her eyes as she eased onto him, the dulcet moans that had escaped from her mouth as she increased the pace – all of it captured in his mind so clearly. The elation he felt however was balanced by a constant fear that the women he found himself entangling with - some single, some not - was going to manifest into a rope to hang himself with, a mental as well as emotional strangulation. Was this just another casual relationship? A momentarily fling, his body used no more than to tend to Bouphe’s urges, to settle them until they next needed satisfying? Or was it a sign another woman had become attached to him? Whatever it was, it was dangerous.If that wasn’t bad enough, Lydia had sent him a cryptic message two days later as they were boarding the train back to London, inflaming relations further. It didn’t take a genius to work out what “You naughty slut” could refer to, especially with the events of the proceeding night. Alan chose to reply with a snarky, witty message – “what does that make the person who fucked that slut?” – which seemed to buy himself time, but the weight of the insinuation hovered over him like a cloud.Just when he thought he could focus on the work at hand, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Taking it out, his eyes studied the text: a notification from Lydia."You. Me. My Apartment. Tonight. Don't ghost me."His heart began to race. Was this about Bouphe? Or something else.The thought of seeing Lydia in an intimate setting enticed him. Sleeping with her, feeling her body against mine. Fuck, I can't miss out on a chance like that. Whatever I do, I need to make sure I'm available. And I can't be seen leaving in that direction either, especially by Sarah.For the rest of the day, Alan occupied himself with his work, though his production crawled to a slow pace with his mind distracted by Lydia's cryptic text. It plagued his conscious, an invitation or a thread. He could not decide.As the office began flooding out around 5:00PM, Alan conjured up an excuse of meeting with Matt to discuss his editing timeframe to avoid walking back with Sarah and Sophie. After giving himself ten minutes of respite, making sure the others had fully departed, he left the building and headed in the direction of Lydia's apartment, remembering the way from when he had last been brought there on similar pretenses.He knocked and was invited in, one of her cats brushing against his leg as the Amazonian led him into her sitting room."What's this about?""So, you fucked Bouphe." Immediate. Blunt."I'm guessing she told you then?""No, I was there with you in the room, hiding in the corner - of course she told me!""Honestly, I know this might be hard to believe with my reputation, but, she started it."Lydia raised an eyebrow."I...I was ambushed outside my room and she started making out with me and the next thing I know...""She's riding you in a French hotel?""Wow, she even told you the position? Damn, you guys really are close, huh." From her stoic look, he realised his attempts to defuse the situation with some light humour had failed. "This...isn't going to complicate our relations, is it?"Lydia pursed her lips, studying him. "Depends. Who was a better lay?""No comment.""No comment? Really?"Something came over him. He didn't know why, but an invisible voice at the back of his head was telling him to play hard to get, to appear fazed. Maybe it was his conscious. "Well, it's been so long since we last...fucked, that I can't really compare it. My mind has gone blank."He saw the wheels turning in her brain, the realisation dawn.Without speaking, Lydia beckoned him to follow her and then began walking up her stairs.Alan followed, slowly but excited. He took his time, enjoying how her ass jiggled as it went up the stairs. Is this really happening? Is she leading me to her room like I'm a lover she's picked up from a bar?Her room was small but felt larger with the amount of furniture everywhere - a mirror, wardrobes, a bundle of clothes lying at the corner, paintings of cats and photographs from her trip to Japan."I need to do something. Give me five minutes. Make yourself comfortable on my bed while you wait." Before he could respond, she strode into her bathroom, slamming the door behind her.What the fuck is going on. It felt like he was in a fever dream. The day had gone past so quickly and so much had happened in such a short time span, he wasn't sure if he was still awake.To pass the time, he checked his phone.No new messages.Instagram? A new post from Briony, feeding her rabbits.Twitter? Just the latest tweet from the main company account, advertising the stream schedule for the week.He thought about texting Sarah, but decided against it.
I need to handle one woman at a time. No need to muddle the waters by introducing another one to the mix. I need to deal with Lydia right now. And then Bouphe. I can worry about Sarah later.
  "Alan." The voice was firm, but not hard or devoid of any emotion. Something sensual lay underneath the tone.He turned.Lydia stood there in the doorway naked, a tall, imposing elegant figure of marble, bewitching and beguiling. The posture she adopted, standing upright but with a certain arch in her back, exuded confidence, as if she knew well the power she projected with her mere presence. Thirsty, Alan’s eyes swivelled around with a newfound intensity, flicking from the firm, plump breasts to the tight waist to the tangle of red moss concealed between her legs. He felt his cock harden under the confines of his trousers, his lips parched from dryness.Lydia, noticing the hunger in his eyes, betrayed a smile, subtly turning to give him a better view of her ass and back. She enjoyed teasing her prey, prolonging their torment by keeping her body in view but out of reach. He’ll have his turn soon, she thought. If I’ve learnt anything, it’s that to have someone wrapped around your finger, you need to lengthen the foreplay long enough that by the time they’re lying atop you, they’re desperate to prove themselves.“How do my tits measure against Bouphe’s?” Lydia said, supporting her breasts with her hands, holding them up to him like on a serving tray.Does she want to turn this into a competition? “Er...much better...bigger...rounder.”“How much bigger?”“If Bouphe’s were tennis balls, yours are watermelons.”The comment evidently pleased Lydia for she chuckled and began walking over to him, swaying her hips with each step, using each muscle in her body to project her size and elegance. Alan could only stand there transfixed. While he had fucked Lydia before, he had never seen her fully naked yet and the previous two occasions of intimacy had been quick affairs - less formal, less intimate.After another prolonged silence, Alan spoke first. “So, how do you want me to fuck you this time.” He decided to be blunt, to cut through the pretence and get to the point they were skirting around. “You want me to fuck you harder than I fucked Bouphe in that hotel, is that it?”“Alan’s getting feisty," Lydia purred. "I like it. Fucked enough women in the Yogscast and now thinks he owns the show.”That’s only partly true, Alan mused. Fucking beautiful women is a guaranteed confidence booster, but he still felt unsure of himself deep down, aware that caution would still have to be practiced, not just to protect the girl’s feelings but his own career too. But he sensed that Lydia enjoyed a bit of friction, someone pushing back, dominant but still docile as well. It was a play he would have to master well if he wanted to keep this relationship alive. “So, are we fucking or we just going to stand around like two NPCs all day?” Firm and direct, Lydia’s love language.Lydia brushed past him, flashing a wicked grin as she bounced on the bed. Alan, still transfixed by her beauty, could only watch as she slowly brought her legs up. She then pulled both of her feet onto the bed, her slim legs bending at the knee, slowly moving apart as he moved closer, drawn like a siren song, until finally her legs were open and her wet cunt was on full display for him.Unprompted, he let loose a growl, sensually deep. “Are you taunting me, or tempting me?”He could hear the smirk in her reply, “I only want to reward one of my biggest fans, for all the effort he has gone through in order to make his creator happy.”“Hmm…” he hummed as he brought his hands up and circled her dainty ankles. He slowly moved them up, caressing her legs until he reached her thighs. Then he stopped and slid them back down. Her head slammed back to the bed, “Alan…” she whined.A thin smile curled his lips as he peered down at her. Then he brought his hands back up, fingertips causing goosebumps to prickle on her skin. When he reached her thighs, he pushed them further apart and kneeled on the ground. Her cunt was so wet. He could see it on the outside of her lips, dripping down to the expensive duvet. He ran his fingertips between them, gathering the wetness there like dew on a spring morning. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked off her juices, moaning at the taste – sweet like honey.The taste stirred something inside of him. He couldn’t wait anymore and leaned down to suck her clit until her bucking hips were stopped by his arm. He pressed her down into the mattress. She was trying to hold back her noises, stifling them.“Lydia, don’t hold back. Let me hear all your pretty little noises. There’s no one here to be quiet for.” In response, she let loose a strangled gasp as he licked back into her cunt, his mouth filling with her moisture. He brought his fingers up and traced around her centre, taunting her with the promise of penetration but never delivering, teasing her like she teased him. Articulating her unrest, she gave a loud cry, “Alan, please!”So he gave her what she wanted, inserting two fingers and quickly thrusting them in and out. The sounds of her wet heat squelching lewd, pure music to his ears.“That’s it, baby. Give yourself over to it.” He circled her clit as he continued thrusting his fingers into her, then added a third finger as he felt her peak approaching. The spasming of her walls, contorting around his fingers, was torture. What he wouldn’t give to feel that around his cock right now. He decided it then and there: Lydia’s cunt was his favourite place to be.He stood up suddenly, Lydia crying out as she was approaching her orgasm. “Alan, fuck, please!” She moaned.He untied his pants and shoved them down, his cock bobbing up to meet his hand. He fisted it and gave a few pumps before he grabbed her legs and pulled her further down the bed. He threw her legs over his shoulders.“Finally giving in?”He looked up to see her smirk. She looked gorgeous - flushed and glistening with sweat, eyes wild and full of fire. He moaned just looking at her. “Not quite.”Her eyebrow twitched in response and he grabbed his cock and slid it against her cunt. The head hit her clit and Lydia let loose a scream. The noise, brimming with uncontrolled desire, brought a smile to his lips.He continued thrusting against her, his cock sliding between her pussy lips, fast and hard like a piston pump. He could see her wetness coating his cock, glistening in the dim light of the room. Taking a step back, Alan directed his cock toward her centre, not entering her, but running the head along her opening.“Alan! Fuck! You’re doing so good!” He ignored her cries for the moment, entranced with the vision of his precum dripping onto her cunt.He groaned, “Fuck, baby. You have no idea what you do to me.”“Me? You’re torturing me here.” She panted. “I want to take you apart inch by inch. Sink my teeth into you until your blood and body are a part of me.” That was the real Lydia talking, the intimate lover he had unlocked.“And I want to gorge on your fucking pussy all day.” He resumed his pace, thrusting against her, the head of his cock hitting her clit with a steady tempo. He moved his hand down and squeezed her pussy lips around his cock. They let out dual groans. He could feel the sweat dripping down his forehead. The tingling in his balls signifying his climax was approaching.He was determined to make her cum with him in tandem. “Lydia, I know you probably hear this all the time, but you are a goddess. A fucking goddess that deserves to be worshiped. Men would go to war over women like you in the past. Whatever you demand of me, you can have it.”“Ah!” She began to thrash back and forth. He could tell she was close then. “I want you to claim me. I want you to show me if you’re really a man or not.”He gave a last hard thrust and felt her cunt spasm around his cock, felt her juices running down his balls. Her scream of his name echoed around the room. And he let go, his cum shooting out of him and painting the walls of her vagina with white pearly strands.She moaned at the feeling of his cum hitting her skin. Addled on the lust, Lydia, her pussy still contorting, brought a hand down and scooped up a finger of his sperm, bringing it up to her mouth. His eyes were stuck on the motion of her finger. Watching her tongue shoot out to lick it. Then her mouth closing around it with a moan at the taste.“Fuck.” He panted. “You may kill me yet.” He gave a horse laugh.She moved up on her knees and leaned over to him, giving him a kiss, brisk yet meaningful.She moved back slightly, “No, my love. Together, we are going to live.” She smiled at him and he couldn’t help but return it, leaning down to kiss her once more.Wrapped in the giantess’ arms, heat enveloping him, Alan felt reinvigorated, his masculinity restored, his pride strengthened. He gently kissed her on the arm before falling asleep, her steady breathing a lullaby to lure him in the dark abyss.

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It had finally arrived. The day they had been preparing for all year. The moment all of their hardwork and labour finally came to fruition, the first day of Jingle Jam. Alan was ecstatic. He felt like a kid in the early hours of Christmas morning. Except he was a mid-20s Youtube editor excited for a day where two nearly-middle-aged men sat down and laughed at poorly-edited videos of cats miming Christmas songs. Still, as someone who had grown up watching each stream in the dimly-lit room of his cramped apartment in Portland, Oregon, feasting on the sheer delight exuded by Lewis and Simon’s witty banter, nearly chocking on laughter as Lewis unceremoniously ended a video, already frustrated with its quality, the day was, in a way, more special than Christmas.It was special for another reason. Alan finally had the opportunity to flex his muscles and show that he could be more than just a nameless intern. A few months before, as the preparations came underway, he mustered up the courage to ask Lewis for a promotion – nothing too grand or overreaching, just a niche role he could delve into, a way to leave a mark on this Jingle Jam.He remembered sitting down with him in his office, the shades drawn and a soft light emanating from a he kept on his desk procured from one of his many travels to Japan. Lewis, in his usual tangential way, diverted off-topic, telling stories about the latest Civ recording session, plans for the upcoming year, ranting about something somebody said on a recent member’s video. Ribald stories Funny stories. He drifted along some unrelated current before tacking back to his original course, sometimes uttering just a fragment of a thought, all the while both of them knew that this was a performance – that they were circling the real purpose of his visit.“So…” he finally said, clapping his hands together in that usual eccentric manner, “You’ve been with us…How long now, Alan? Six months? Seven?”“Eight,” Alan corrected him.“Eight already? Damn, where has that time gone? Well, I think we both know why we’re here. You’re looking for a promotion.”Alan tried to play coy, to little avail. “Er, yeah, I suppose so,” he said, sheepishly ruffling his chestnut hair. “It couldn’t hurt, I suppose.”Lewis nodded. “Welp, tell you what, we’ve kinda got our hands full this Jingle Jam, so why don’t you help us loosen the load a little? Sarah and Harry are running the show this year, so I’ll ask them to give you some work to help them out with. It’ll be small stuff like designing the schedule graphics, responding to emails, shit like that. Think you’re up to it?”It was unusual seeing him seated behind a desk, acting all formal. Lewis spent so much time cracking jokes around the office that Alan sometimes forget he was his actual boss. “Yeah, I’d love that. Anyway I can help. Send it my way.”“Brilliant! As for your salary, I’ll up it for the new year. You’re doing a good job kid.” He stopped himself. “Can I call you kid? Is that weird?” As promised, Harry designated him some tasks. They were mostly trivial, but it gave him a renewed sense of purpose. Plus, it allowed him to spend more time with Sarah. When they weren’t wrangling the enormous pile of emails clogging up their spam folder or designing a spreadsheet, they were fucking. Fucking like animals in heat. And Alan was getting better at it with each session. He was becoming a lot more forceful, a lot more feral, relinquishing his usual hesitance and letting instinct guide him.He found it hot knowing how each thrust, how each pressure that he applied twisting that way and moving that way made her squeal and beg for more. It was a completely different Sarah to the one behind the cameras, the one who giggled while filming a members’ video or spewing Hamilton musical quotes in the office. In a way, he felt like he was corrupting her, scrubbing away the innocuous girl-next-door vibe she gave off. He enjoyed every minute, feeling her tight pussy squeeze around his throbbing shaft as he began pumping her with those pistol-like motions he had mastered by now.They would end up lying in a puddle of their own sweat and juices, breathless, recovering their stamina, relishing each other’s warmth. It was this respite that made the work even more bearable, something to look forward to when the endless slog become too much one day.Alan enjoyed these thoughts as he made his way into the office that morning, a frosty chill already in the air, the common of George’s Square already coated in a white blanket. When he stepped into the office, he found that everyone was already starting to rocket around from one task to another, a frenzy that washed over him like a great wave and swept him up in it. Barely a few minutes after dropping off his bag and coat in his seat, he was helping Nina and Briony decorate the tree, passing them red and green baubles, miniature figurines of Santa and other assortments of Christmas ornaments. Christmas music was playing. Everyone was walking around in woolly jumpers that swallowed them whole, whistling along to the tunes.When he saw Nina give a hearty wave to one of the cameras, he became conscious that he was on stream for the first time.Shit, he thought. I’m actually on there, in the flesh, handing out Santa-shaped baubles in my stupid festive green jumper. He relaxed and continued with his tasks, but it still gave him a weird sensation, to know that thousands of people, fellow Yognaughts like himself, were watching and scrutinising his every move.He pushed those ideas to the back of his mind, locked in and pressed on with his work. As the hours passed, more and more people entered the office. He greeted them with a nod or a firm handshake, depending on how well he knew them and watched as the office filled up. The streams moved to Benga until finally the event of the night debuted – Jingle Cats.He found himself squeezed in between Mark and Sophie as the clips played. Each of them laughed and giggled along with Lewis and Simon as they watched what the community had to offer. None of them were particularly great, but the rule of thumb was that the worse in quality a video was, the more entertaining it was to watch. Over the next three hours, as the donations poured in and the Daf-curated watchlist got thinner, so did the office. People, already exhausted from a full day of cleaning and decorating began to depart. By the time the JingleCats segment ended, most of the office was vacant, save for a few loyal troops, intent on seeing the day’s end. Alan was proudly one of them, choosing to fool around on his phone, now content with being in front of Big Brother – or Twitch Chat.At some point, while Lewis and Duncan began their annual trains game, Osie sauntered over, with her slightly tanned skin, a nose-ring glistening like the ornaments on the tree and new tattoos on her skin. Today, she was wearing light-fitted clothes, which showed off her full figure, a slight gap between her ripped jeans and cream-coloured top revealing her midriff. And to Alan’s astonishment, she wasn’t wearing a bra, allowing her cold nipples to pierce through the fabric. Maybe he shouldn’t be surprised. After all, it was no secret that Osie had an OnlyFans account, where she not only showed off her naked body but also the many creampies her boyfriend had given her. Alan had seen it all from his laptop screen, leaning back in his chair, jerking off to relieve some stress, imagining that it was him fucking her, not her nameless boyfriend. Though he didn’t dare tell her.“Hey, Alan. Bored?”“A little,” he admitted.“Do you want to play a game?” She whispered, fighting hard to suppress a giggle.“Er, sure,” he shrugged, not knowing where it would lead. “It would help kill some time, I guess.”She stepped closer, blocking the others from their conversation. She was now standing so close to him that her nipples almost brushed up against his jumper. “I know about you and Bouphe,” she sniggered. “In Paris.”He flinched. That night of passion almost felt like a lifetime ago. He had tried to erase most of it, another sin committed because he kept thinking with his dick, not head. Her smile was piercing him, jabbing him. He knew he had to take back control otherwise he’d fall apart on stream. “She told you, did she? I thought that was a secret.”“Nothing’s a secret between sisters.”Alan shouldn’t have been surprised. Osie and Bouphe were embryonically joined, the Boomer sisters, united through blood and birth. Still, it did hurt that Bouphe would give away their secret, no matter how brief it might have been. “So, are you going to blackmail me?”Osie laughed, bit her lip and shook her head. “No. I wanted to put you to the test, see if the intern is good at giving head as he is at editing videos.”“Er…”Before he could offer a response, she jumped in. “They won’t notice you’re gone.”“You…y-ou…you want to do it here?” He said incredulously. “In the office?”Osie nodded, enjoying the control she had over him, the way she made his knees almost wobble.“Well, I mean.” The bathrooms would be a safe bet, but even then, there was always the chance someone could walk in on them.As if reading his mind, Osie blurted out, “I mean in this room,” still whispering, “a fun little challenge to see if you’re man enough to do it.”The plan sounded absolutely fucking insane. Even though the office was mostly empty, people still shuffled back and forth, ever-watchful sentries. He could get caught and fired on the spot. Humiliated in front of tens of thousands. That was the rational side of him speaking. His dick, already rising like a tent in his pants, had other ideas. Do it, it was saying. Eat her out. You’ve wanted to do it for years now. Now’s your chance. When do you get offered to get this type of thrill. Maybe against his better judgment, he agreed with a firm nod. “Fuck it! You’re on.” He whispered, crouching down so the others couldn’t hear them or Twitch chat lip-read them. “I bet I can make you cum in no time.”“I like that challenge!” She quickly glanced at the screen. “They’re going to cut to the adverts in a second, so the office cam won’t be on us. I’m going to sit over there in the corner and keep my lap covered with a blanket. I checked, the angle and table should keep you hidden. Use that time to crawl under the covers and then start eating me out. Let’s see if Bouphe was telling the truth or not.”“Come on. It would be a lot of fun,” she suggested in a playful manner.He looked around. Everyone else was occupied with their tasks, their attentions elsewhere. The office was mostly deserted now, save for Pedguin, who was half-asleep on the couch and Nina and Duncan, both of them engrossed in their phones.A sense of thrill shot through him, like every synapse was on fire. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. He always found Osie hot – maybe a little slutty than some of the other girls he had screwed, but there was a certain charm to it as well, no pretences. She was going to give as she was going to get. “Sure, why the fuck not?”As predicted, the stream cut to ads, giving him enough time to crawl under the covers and get himself into position. Slowly and carefully to make sure he wasn’t seen from outside, he unbuckled Osie’s belt and slid her jeans down her legs. She widened her legs to make it as easy as possible for him to remove them. “The stream is just about to come back on,” she whispered. He then took her black thong and slide it down her legs, piling it with the jeans. He then pushed his head forward slowly until the warmth of her cunt hit his face.He started slow, dancing around the clit with his tongue, lightly grazing it to build up the sensation he was looking for. He slid his tongue around her vulva, probing her entrance. It gave the desired reaction as her legs squeezed together and she gave a slight moan mixed with a whimper. He continued the motion, kissing and jabbing that soft, delicate flesh, tasting as her moisture began to build, overwhelming his tongue and dripping down his throat. He placed a hand on each thigh to steady himself and began to suck on the clit in between strokes, enjoying how her entire body shook and her legs tightened around him.The real Alan was coming out, the hopeless romantic, the people-pleaser. He began alternating between the clit and the vagina, kissing and licking and eating – going from fast strokes to slow and controlled. Osie, he could tell, was enjoying every second, squirming in the leather cushions, trying hard not to gasp or moan too loudly. He wondered what Twitch Chat saw. If they saw anything at all. The main stream would take up most of the screen. The actual office cam would be very limited to a corner of the screen. And they were at the far back, concealed in the corner. Still, an eagle-eyed viewer might pick up on Osie’s peculiar movements or her face contorting into a myriad of expressions, both ecstasy and a painful struggle to keep looking normal.Her moisture was building up now, flooding his throat with some nourishing tastes. He increased the pace, pushing deeper and deeper, lashing at her tight, wet pussy with his pink-like dagger, going from one side to the other, enjoying each squishing sound.“Oh, fuck!” He heard her whisper. All of sudden, a milky-white liquid began pouring down his throat as Osie’s legs wobbled and her cunt tightened and pulsed. He drained every last drop. It only seemed polite.A cheer erupted in the office. For a quick second, he felt as if they were cheering for him, congratulating him for his work. It was only a few seconds later when Nina and Duncan were shouting “one million” that he understood that the charity had hit that much-coveted milestone. In a way, he felt like he had won a million dollars. He sunk deeper into her legs, cleaning up the last drops while the office packed up for the day.

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It was 12:05AM. His eyes were dry and beginning to sag from exhaustion. He sat upright in bed, the screen of his laptop illuminating his face, watching the VOD from the last stream, skipping past the adverts and the JingleCats. He found the moment he was looking for. Pedguin sprawled out on the sofa, half-asleep, Duncan and Nina huddled up together on the opposite side, focused on their phones. And then there was Osie, lying on the sofa near the back of the room, adjacent to the Christmas tree with the table obscuring her legs and a quilted blanket thrown over her lap. Squinting, he could see the rough outline of his head, moving slowly in an up-and-down motion as she twitched and squirmed on the sofa, her face contorting.While it had only been a few hours, he still felt the taste of her cum on his lips. It was a flavour he savoured as he reached into his jeans and started jerking his cock, the first bit of release since getting back from the office. Even in his tired state, he still managed to muster the energy needed to lean back in his chair and crank his throbbing cock as the images replayed themselves in his head like a camera reel. With the image of Osie’s tight cunt vividly in his mind, it didn’t take long for him to blow his load over the desk and spasm in the chair, gripping the sides until he had recovered. Fuck, he thought. I can’t believe we actually fucking did that. Next to so many people as well. It was a thrill he hoped to experience once again.After quickly cleaning himself up, he went to bed, the events of the night replaying in his dreams. He imagined he was back in the office, except this time surrounded by all of the girls he had slept with, his trophies. He felt like a great khan looking over all of his conquered enemies, the women he had corrupted, the women he had won to his side. They stepped towards him and began undressing themselves, revealing their porcelain bodies. Despite the [prowess] he felt in the dream, he couldn’t move. Paralysed, he allowed them to undress him and take him to the couch near the tree. Bouphe and Osie pinned him down to the couch while Nina began to ride his cock. As his cock hardened, he took respite in making out with the two sisters, switching from one to the other, letting them absorb his moans and orgasms. Osie and Bouphe pushed him down harder, fighting for his attention. In the corner of his eyes, he saw TwitchChat exploding, a wall of text flooding the monitors as Yognaughts voiced their shock and arousal at the scene unfolding in front of their eyes. For once, he didn’t care what others thought about him. He took his prizes. He thrusted with all his might as Nina climaxed all over him. He kept going, using her moisture as his lubrication, panting and moaning as his cock throbbed in her tight cunt. Until he exploded, releasing all of his pent-up lust inside of her. He collapsed on the couch, too feeble to fend off Bouphe and Osie, who fought over him like dogs might to a scrap of meat. He just allowed it all to wash over him. In the morning, he woke up alone and cold, the events of the night and his dream a fading memory. Beleaguered, he woke, with much difficulty, and hauled himself to the bathroom, throwing some cold water over his face to knock himself out of his sleepy trance. When he checked his phone, it was already 9:15AM. Shit, I’m running late. He had a quick shower and threw on some casual clothes, picking a festive t-shirt Harry had recommended to him. gathered his essentials, ran downstairs, helped himself to a quick breakfast and then marched out of the house.The air was colder and harsher than it had been the day before, which is probably why he nearly slipped more than once on his way to the office. Alan decided to take it slowly, enjoying the quiet atmosphere as Bristol readied itself for the Christmas holidays. He remembered then that he would be returning back home briefly to spend Christmas with his family. The idea of seeing his family after such a long hiatus brought some more warmth to him as he staggered through George’s Square, making the journey a little bit easier.“Alan! Where have you been mate? I thought you might have slipped in the canal on your way over here or something,” Harry quipped as he set up in the Yogtowers kitchen, slinging his bag over a seat and warming himself up near the radiator.“Yeah, sorry about that, I slept in. My first Jingle Jam night was exhausting. Watching it from home never makes you appreciate all of the hard work you guys put into it every year. I'm learning that the hard way.” He decided it would make his life easier if he told the truth instead of trying to hide behind some lie Harry would see right through.Harry waved him away with a beaming smile. “Ahh, don’t worry about it, mate. Shit happens, you know? Anyway, I know what will make you feel better. Look what just got delivered.” He took a tin out from the fridge, placed it on the table and pulled off the lid, revealing a Wallace-and-Gromit-themed-icing cake. “A present from the Grand Appeal.”“That’s fucking cool.”“I call first dibs on Wallace’s ears!”The two helped themselves to a slice of cake each, passing the time by talking about the Jingle Jam.“One million raised in a day.” Harry kept repeating himself. “Mental.”“Fucking crazy.” Alan said in between bites. “And I still haven’t donated yet.”“Oh, yeah, I’m sure your intern salary is definitely going to push it over the two million line,” Harry giggled.Alan had worked at the Yogscast long enough to not allow Harry’s banter cut him in the same way it did when he first started out. “Hey, every little bit helps. Isn’t that what one of your supermarkets says or something?”Harry shrugged, causing his black curtain of hair to swing. “I guess, something like that.”Not that long after, Sarah, Sophie and Briony arrived at the office, all three of them shivering from the cold weather and covered in several thick layers of clothes. Briony wore a large red hand-knitted hat fashioned with cat ears while Sophie wore a thick rainbow-coloured scarf.“Morning, Alan,” Briony giggled in her usual cute way, her face flush and red.“Morning,” he said leaning back in a chair, with a coffee cup grasped in his hand. “I like your hat. It almost looks as red as your face.”As expected, the comment sent her into a small giggle-fit. Alan didn’t mind. He enjoyed listening to how cute she sounded. It reminded him of their trip in the woods, which now felt like a lifetime ago. They hadn’t spoken about it since but he knew from glances she gave him every now and then in the office that she had enjoyed every minute of it. Perhaps, they’ll be a round two, he thought to himself. But it didn’t seem likely to happen anytime soon. Briony was still in a strong relationship with Alex and she hadn’t made any more direct overtures to him since, so he decided it was best to defer to her until she decided to resume their exchange. In the meantime, he decided to keep the pleasantries going. “Joking aside, it’s a really cool hat. I should get a new one.”“Thanks, I made it myself actually. Alex and I have been taking up crocheting in our spare time as, like, a bonding session. Still getting the hang of it, but yeah, it’s fun. Definitely recommend if you’re into crafting stuff.” With the main fanfare out of the way, the second day of the Jingle Jam was less eventful and, thus, less stressful. Alan joined Sarah and Sophie in readying the tables, doing a quick sweep of the place from the night before and organising the social media side of things. All three of them huddled in one of the office’s corners, seeking warmth from one of the radiators while scrolling through their phones. Other members came into the office sparingly, greeting them with a curt hello or nod before either throwing themselves on the couches or leaving for the streaming room. Alan spent most of the day switching between the monitor and his phone, only occasionally getting up for the bathroom or to refill his drink. Most of the streams this day featured duos playing obscure indie games included in the games bundle, nothing too exciting to hold his attention for long.At some points, Sarah would lean over and show Alan some of the TikToks she had been watching and preparing to include in her Important Playlist and he would either chuckle – though, that was rare – or reveal his ignorance. “I feel like an old man. None of these memes make sense to me and I live on the internet religiously.”Sarah chuckled. “It’s a fancam of the tectonic plates. Get it? Get it?” She said, playfully nudging him. “I think it’s funny in of itself. Who’s out here making memes for the tectonic plates?” She tried to rationalise.“No, I don’t get it. It’s just brainrot.”“Simon is going to love it.”“Simon is going to hate it,” Alan corrected her. “You’re going to get fired and sent back to America if you include that in your playlist.”“Simon would never dare. He loves me!” She replied defiantly. “You’ll see! Prepare to be proven wrong,” she said, intoning her voice in a way that only a theatre-kid would do.Just then, he overheard Sophie and Nina complaining about something in hushed whispers. “Ugh, I just had to scrub the couch over there because there was a massive wet stain. Somebody must have spilt a drink and didn’t clean up after themselves.”The mention made Alan wince with cringe. In their sudden moment of disentangling themselves and joining the rest of the crew after the last stream, they hadn’t spent any time disposing of the evidence. Hopefully, they just keep thinking it’s a wine stain or something and move on. Leaning over, he playfully pinched Sarah’s arm to grab her attention and asked, “out of interest, did you watch any of the OpenTTT stream last night?”“Er, yeah, some of it, but I just kinda fell asleep half-way through.”“Right. So, you saw nothing unusual?”“Er, no, why?”“Nothing, just wondered, that’s all.”Sarah gave him a curious look after that, but went back to her TikTok feed.
I gotta be more careful from now on. It’s too risky. If I do end up fucking another one of them, I need to make sure, it’s in a discreet place and we clean up after ourselves because otherwise we’re in big trouble.

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When tens of thousands of Yognaughts tune in every December to watch the annual Jingle Jam charity fundraiser, they’re offered a very limited perspective of what is unfolding on the ground. They see the spectacle, the elaborate arrangements, the fun games and personalities they’ve known for years. What’s hidden from their view, however, is the stressful last-minute editing and the frantic emails kept in correspondence with the charities themselves and the crushing feeling of defeat when deadlines aren’t met or technical difficulties arise. It was a luxury Alan had taken advantage of for years, as he watched the streams from the comfort of his family home in northern Oregon. When he raced back home from high school and threw his belongings on a chair before tucking in to bed to watch the Vods from the night before, he never fully appreciated the amount of labour spent on just making sure the whole project was operational, let alone tailored to everyone’s expectations.Now, flung in the midst of it all, he was growing to understand why the Jingle Jam was both the bane and love of everyone involved.“Ugh, fuck sake,” TJ exclaimed, slamming his fists on the table. The audio for a guest had cut out again. Frantically, he looked around at the large setup in front of him, flicking buttons to readjust the audio and try and fix the connection.“Jesus, this looks fucking stressful. I don’t envy you one bit, TJ. This makes editing TTT videos look like a walk in the park.” To Alan’s relief, TJ gave a slight chortle. “Want me to get you another drink?” Alan became aware that he was hovering him almost like a pesky insect, shadowing his every move. He took a few steps back to give the live editor some space to breath.TJ waved him away. “Ah, don’t worry about it, mate. I’ve got a bottle of water on hand. Just focus on what you’ve got to do.” His tone was polite but Alan could parse the meaning. Move the fuck outta the way, you’re annoying me. “Gotcha. Well, I’ll check back up on you in a bit to see if you need something else.”As he walked past the Games Night room, he overheard a commotion, voices bickering and complaining. Peering in, he saw that Harry, Ben and Lolip were wrestling over some decorations while preparing the room for an upcoming stream. “It needs to go on that side, Ben,” Lolip complained, pointing to the opposite wall.“Are you sure about that, Lolip?” Ben laughed awkwardly, tangled in the decorations like they were wild reeds. “Pretty sure Lewis wants it over.”“I’m positive, Ben.”“You guys need any help?” Alan stepped in the room wearily, afraid he was stepping onto an active mine field.“Alan!” Ben sounded relieved to have some more input after what seemed like too stubborn companions. “Please save us, haha! I’m losing my goddamn mind.”“Don’t think Lewis minds which side the decorations hang from. The message relayed to me was: just make it festive.” He shrugged, indicating that all of this trivial bickering was getting in the way of real progress being made. Ben and Lolip seemed receptive to that and divided the decorations proportionally for each side of the room. Alan, feeling like he was wandering around without a purpose, helped them set up the stage for Dr Simon Clarke’s Quiz stream. At some point, while they were clearing some of the clutter out of the way, Tom, Duncan, Ross and Joe brought in a large digital board, no doubt what would become the centre piece of the new quiz setup.Sensing their expertise was no longer needed, Alan followed Lolip back out into the main room. It gave them an opportunity to chat for the first time at length. While they had met at TwitchCon in Paris earlier in the summer, their meeting had been fleeting, a few short words exchanged before they had been swept up in the turbulent currents of the convention. Embarrassingly, he knew more about her from her OnlyFans account than a genuine interest in her content. Like with Osie, it was hard to stare at someone respectfully when you had seen them ride a dildo on camera. It also didn’t help that the slender Asian woman was wearing a loose-fitted top that made her breasts even more pronounced, as they almost spilled out of the windowframe cut into the fabric.“When I first started streaming four years ago, I never would have imagined working with an established network like the Yogscast and raising millions of pounds for charity,” she confided in him privately. “Crazy how quickly your life changes.”“Imagine how I feel, going from some American guy hanging around in Oregon to now helping out here with my childhood heroes. Like, I’m still coming terms with the fact I’m actually here, walking around during the Jingle Jam. It’s been...disorientating to say the least.”“Yeah, I bet! I’ve spoken around and everyone seems impressed with you.”“They do?” He couldn’t believe his contributions had gone noticed, at least enough for people to casually admit it in passing to Lolip. “Like who?”“Pretty much everyone I talk to,” she snickered, “So, you’re leaving a good impression. That should raise your spirits!” She lightly punched his shoulder.She was right. It did. From his seat in the main room, he glanced around at everyone, a new swell of pride in his chest. When he wasn’t chasing people around or ferrying cups of coffee around, Alan spent most of his time on the phone in the main room, trying to resist the urge to keep looking at himself in office cam every five minutes. A few other members joined him, engaging in small talk but mostly retreating to the solitude offered by their phones. Alan couldn’t blame them. Any chance to decompress was valuable. Raising money for charity was hard.Near 11:00AM, Briony and Kirsty came skipping into the room, with big rosy grins and matching Christmas jumpers and hats. They flashed him their beaming smiles and resumed their conversation. Alan couldn’t help but notice that Kirsty’s tits looked bigger than usual in the dress she was wearing today, swaying around wildly everytime she threw her head back and laughed at one of the jokes Briony whispered into her ear. Every once in a while Alan would catch a snippet – “Rythian,” “Ploughing,” “Womanbeater,” – but the sequence of the words left him more confused than before.“Enjoying the view of Kirsty’s melons, Alan?” Lydia’s sudden intervention almost made him jump a mile. How the great Amazonian goddess snuck up on him he wasn’t sure.“Hey, Lyds.” He slightly cringed at that greeting. Were they that close for him to start shortening her already short name? “You got a stream coming up?”“Not until two. Thought I might kill some time here with you.” Without waiting for an answer, she slumped on the sofa next to him. “I’ve missed our sessions, Alan. You know,” she leaned in, now whispering, “the ones when you fuck me and make me beg for your cum?”Out of habit, he looked around to make sure no one was eavesdropping into their conversation, but everyone else was lost in their own world.“And it gets so lonely not that I broke things off with Mike. All I can do is destroy my clit that a vibrator but it’s just not the same. You up for round three?”“Fuck it. Why not.”“My place. Nine O’Clock. I assume you remember what it is?”He nodded.“Great. Don’t be late or I’ll...I’ll crush you with my thighs. Ah, you’ll probably like that. That’s not a good punishment. Just don’t be late.”
 
When Alan opened Lydia’s bedroom door, he was greeted by her lying on the bed completely naked with her legs spread a bit, flashing her bush which had been slightly trimmed into a triangle and was already glistening from the moisture developing there. She flashed Alan a sexy smile as she licked her lips and readjusted her sitting position, with her arms resting back behind her head. His cock was already hardening as he eye fucked Lydia.“Jesus, Lydia, I forgot how big your fucking legs were,” Alan moaned.“What about my tits, glasses?! She snapped, though there was no venom in her spit. She defused the situation with a hearty laugh, which caused her breasts to jiggle slightly. He lowered himself down until he was level with her perfect vagina, allowing him to admire and appreciate its perfect symmetry.“I want you to make up for our long break and fuck me real good tonight, Alan. Give me one-hundred percent. Don’t stop. Just unleash the animal!” She spread her legs. At their invitation, he stuck out his tongue and slid it up and down Lydia’s pussy, his tongue getting wet with her juices. Lydia gasped softly and lowered herself back on the bed, grasping onto the bedsheets for support as her body started to jerk from the sensation. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around Alan’s head, pushing him further into her slit and burying him in her pubic hair. At that, Alan ramped up the pace and pressure, violently sucking and nibbling her clit. Pleasuring Osie had prepared for this moment. He didn’t feel as ill-prepared as he had in the office the previous night. He felt like he was an expert and aware of the tools in his arsenal. While Lydia writhed on the bed, her legs convulsing, Alan repeated the same motion he had performed on that northern bimbo slut. It yielded the required effect. Lydia’s orgasms washed over him not a moment sooner, her hard moaning giving away to a strangled whimpering sound as her juices sprayed Alan’s face without mercy. He closed his eyes as his face was soaked in the spray. Lydia's orgasm subsides. Still panting, she loosened her legs, allowing Alan to pry himself free, though he did so reluctantly, missing the warmth provided by her sex.Breathless, Lydia tried to compose herself. “Go on tiger. What do you want to do next?”Alan, wiping the last vestiges of her pussy juice from his mouth, smirked. “I want to see how big those tits are compared to Kirsty.”Springing on her like a feral animal, Alan began unfastening his jeans and whipping out his cock. It was already hard and warm by the time he got it into his hand. He chose to sit on her lap while sliding his member in between her breasts, enjoying how they squeezed together.“Ugh, you’re dirty, Alan. I love it.” To help him, she grabbed both of her breasts and squeezed them together, making it look like his cock was a sausage in a bun. He bent down at a particular angle and began thrusting, helped in part by Lydia, who diligently rubbed his cock together with her flesh.“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum!” Alan screamed. A second later, the volcano erupted. A burst of warm cum exploded over Lydia’s face, drenching her in his seed.“Jesus Christ, Alan! That was a fucking massive load,” Lydia giggled, almost stupefied by the amount she was covered in.

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“Alan, you’re up in five minutes, mate.” Daf clapped him gently on the back as he made his way to the Games Night room dressed in a suave three-piece-suit, his sandy-blonde moustache trimmed in a clean handlebar shape. “Just checking but you do know how to play Poker, right?” It was the Yogscast guarantee: leaving preparations until the last minute. Breeh, who had initially been scheduled to take a place in the opening roster, had fallen ill and couldn’t reach the office. So, for lack of a better alternative, Alan had been selected as his replacement.“Oh, yeah. Enough anyway.” He was sitting on the sofa with an open fanta can, the drink still fizzing in his hand. “My dad taught me and my brother when we were younger. I’ll be fine, really. You go and get it set up.”Aside from the opening stream, Poker Night was arguably the most-watched night of the entire Jingle Jam, averaging between 15,000 and 20,000 viewers who tuned in to watch the Yogscast members make fools of themselves playing a game half of them barely understood, so no different from any other game. But Alan knew deep down that the biggest appeal of the night wasn’t the scathing commentary of Pyrion and Tom or the nail-biting tension the race to the trophy provoked but the dresses and outfits most of the women wore that night, which could range from modest and elegant to slutty. He couldn’t blame Twitch Chat. After all, it was one of the main reasons he found himself magnetically pulled to the stream from the beginning even though he cared very little for Poker. It was a chance to add some new pictures to his wank collection.Tonight looked like it might offer some new additions to his archive. The women were delivering this night. And it took everything in his power to restrain his wandering eyes and nurse the raging hard-on pressing up against his jeans. Mango, beaming and trading banter with everyone she met, was wearing a tight dress that had a perfectly cut window to her porcelain breasts, something she seemed delighted in flaunting off at all times. Lydia and Mousie had opted for long, elegant dresses that accentuated their voluptuous figures, the former’s red, the latter’s purple. Not all of the women had used the opportunity to dress sexily, much to Alan’s disappointment. Osie wore a checkered black-and-white clown costume, Boba, cosplaying as one of Santa’s elves, a baggy green-and-red elves dungarees, complete with a pointy hat and ears. Sarah also wore a baggy red jumper with the words ‘Joe Cool’ inscribed on it with black ink, though she made up for the blandness of her outfit with a white skirt that stopped short of her knees.“Alright, guys, stream’s about to start, so come into the Poker room and get yourselves ready,” Matthew called out, directing them inside. Neon lights had been erected around the perimeter, bathing the brick walls in a yellow light. In the center of the room was a larger poker team, encircled by five wooden chairs. Alan took a place next to Sarah while he was dealt his chips.He didn’t really pay attention to what was happening around him. How could he? The sounds just blurred into one long, drawn-out indescribable mumble as his vision narrowed on Lydia’s breasts, perfectly framed in the confines of her dress, small droplets of perspiration dripping down thanks to the room’s heating. He didn’t know how long he had been staring at them. It could’ve been seconds or minutes, but it was Daf who brought him back to your reality. “Alan, it’s your turn mate.” The Welsh man said to him as he leaned over the table and shuffled the deck of cards.“Oh, right, sorry,” He apologised with a startle. “Check.”Alan did what was expected of him, half in a trance, barely paying attention to his hand or those around him. Sleepless nights, mental exhaustion, a few drinks of alcohol and pent-up lust were slowly mounting. “I just know Pyrion and Tom are ripping me a new one in that other room,” he joked. “I thought I knew what I was doing but I haven’t got a fucking clue. It’s like your mind goes blank.”“It can go blank when you’re distracted by something else.” Lydia purred. As she fidgeted in her seat, her tits swayed and nearly spilled out of her dress.Alan bent his head to look back down at his cards. You’re on stream in front of thousands. He told himself. Stare too long and thousands of viewers are going to see you staring at her tits. Play. The. Fucking. Game. She’s trying to break you. He tried to heed his own advice but to little avail. The luck of the draw went against him and he soon saw himself eliminated once his chips were all gone, thanks to Zylus and Pedguin, who were playing on a different level.Daf made the call. “Sorry, Alan, you’re out.”The pain of defeat barely stung. He had only made the offer to help out the rest of the team from looking for another replacement. Alan rose from his seat with a half bow, glad to be emancipated from the torment. The idea that thousands of people online were judging his every move was bad enough, but the claustrophobic setting of the room didn’t help. The others around the table gave him a small applause. As he made his way out of the room, he stole one last glance at Lydia’s tits, which were sweatier than before. To pass the time, Alan graciously accepted a drink that both Briony and Kirsty had made in the kitchen, a brown-green concoction that looked like some wasted fluid from a chemical factory. “You two aren’t trying to poison me or something, are you? I didn’t think I’d been that annoying.”“Oh, come on, Alan. Our cooking isn’t that bad,” Kirsty exclaimed.“If we were, one of us would have married beforehand you so we could claim your shit,” Briony explained.“I don’t have anything for you to take anyway. Just some old Pokemon cards, a half-broken Nintendo Switch and socks with holes in them.”“Well, I’d take the Switch and Kirsty can have the cards.”Kirsty guffawed. “I thought you were going to say Kirsty can have the socks.”“Cheers,” he groaned, raising the glass. It tasted bitter and burned his throat going down but the cute giggles his facial expressions elicited from the two made it worthwhile.“See? Wasn’t all bad.” Briony offered. Kirsty snorted.“If I do die to this, I’m going to come back and haunt you.” He left the two to terrorise the rest of the office with their bioweapon and collapsed on the couch in the main room next to Ben, who was wearing a green Christmas hat and a Yogscast-themed jumper. HisAbout ten minutes later, Lydia came sauntering out of the room, the next to be eliminated.“Hey, Alan, can I speak with you for a minute.”“Yeah, sure –““In private.” Her tone suggested one thing, but her eyes said another. They were staring at him with a burning passion he had seen enough times to decipher. She wants to lose some steam with her fuckbuddy. But is she really horny enough to try it in the office? Maybe she wants me to come around to her place after the stream had ended. He knew not to keep her waiting. Lydia could get fierce when provoked. “Er, yeah, sure. This is about that favour that I owe you, right? Editing one of your videos?” It was the charade they had practiced on occasion, to cover their tracks and give themselves plausible deniability.“Yeah, that’s the one. I didn’t want to throw it upon you now with everything that’s going on but I’ve got a few ideas I just wanted to run by you first before my stupid head forgets about them.”“Ooohh, you guys are working on some secret videos?”“Yes, but don’t tell anyone, Ben,” Lydia warned. “We hope we can trust in your discretion.”Ben mimicked zipping his mouth. “My lips are sealed.” Alan followed Lydia out of the main office foyer and down one of the hallways to the recording studios, which were dark and deserted at this time of day. The laughter of the office faded into the background. Lydia opened a door and ushered Alan in, letting it close behind them, the last rays of light receding until only a small sliver could be seen through the gaps.Before he could even have the chance to initiate conversation, Lydia grabbed him forcefully, pushed him against the wall and started making out with him passionately. Once the sudden shock had worn off, he retaliated, grabbing her waist, pulling her closer and letting his tongue explore her mouth. They became locked in a profound embrace, their skin pressing against the other. Even as he felt his cock rise in his pants, he pressed himself closer into her arms, rubbing her exposed back with one hand while the other held her waist. Lydia’s size made it difficult for him to take as much control as he would have liked, but he still managed to wrestle with her through his strength.“Fuck, are you horny? Because I am. I saw you staring at my tits back there. Don’t think you were slick.”Alan felt his face go red. He actually thought he had been discreet with his glances. He had made sure to pretend to look at the cards in the middle while allowing his eyes to stray upwards and then back down again. To know his strategy had failed was a gut punch. “Can you blame me? I mean, you look fucking incredible in that dress.”“Oh, not at all. In fact, that was the plan, Alan. That was the plan from the very beginning. And now that I’ve got you cornered, you know what I want? You know where I want it this time? In the ass. I’m feeling in a very submissive mood, with you in that suit and me in this dress. You know what, let’s forget rid of the preamble and do it quickly before someone comes looking. Just bend me over and shove it in. I’m so fucking horny.” She delivered her commands in a sweet but firm tone, disarming him immediately.He unbuckled his jeans, pulled his trousers down, and whipped out his already throbbing hard cock. Lydia climbed onto one of the office chairs, resting her chin on the backrest. Her cherry-red silk dress was simplistic to undo and fell about her legs. Bending her over, he slowly slide his cock inside and began to thrust.As his tempo built, he decided to reach over and begin fingering her clit, finding it already moist and flowing with her juices.“Mmmmmhhh,” she moaned into his shoulders, biting down on her breath so as not to alert anyone. Alan couldn’t see anyone outside the room but he decided to play it safe anyway, holding back his own bursts of pleasure by biting his lip and grunting softly into Lydia’s chestnut hair which flowed down her exposed back like some exotic vines.“You want me to go faster?” He whispered into her ear. She gave a firm nod back. He obliged, putting all of his force into his thrusts and pulling her ass further onto his shaft with a forceful grip around her waist. The chair under them began shaking violently, bumping against the desk. Like a piston-pump, his cock widened her anal passage, scraping against her skin.It was the small intimate moments that he enjoyed the most, the moments where time slowed down and the feeling of flesh on flesh became more pronounced – the heavy breathing, the small rasps as they tried to avoid detection, the way her body shaked with each thrust, the impact his balls made on her taint.He felt his orgasm building. A slight jolt of electricity shot through his balls and vibrated up his shaft. Pre-cum spluttered out over the top and dripped down her ass cheeks, sparkling under the lens of the lights. “Lydia,” Alan grunted, “I’m about to cum.”She looked over her shoulders, part of her face draped by the curtains of her hair. He face looked blushed. “Pump me full of all that cum, Alan.” He didn’t know whether it was a trick of the eye or if he had imagined it in his frenzied state but he was pretty sure she gave him a wink. At that, he finally let loose, releasing his built up angst into her deep cavern. The shot of euphoria that washed over him in that moment was so overwhelming, he felt like he was almost about to have a seizure and it took every fibre of strength left in him not to collapse on top of her or on the floor.But it wasn’t until the distant cheer from the office – a celebration of another charity milestone reached – that they started gathering their clothes in a frantic panic.“That was fun. Like, a lot of fun, but doing this in the office was such a crazy fucking idea,” Lydia mumbled as she climbed off the chair and began re-composing herself, doing up her dress and dusting it down. “I don’t know what come over me, to be honest. I just saw you dressed up in that suite...the smoke, the wine. It all just got to my head. If someone caught us or heard us....we’d be fucked. We’d be fucked because we fucked.”“But they didn’t,” Alan corrected her, buttoning his jeans. Some of their fluids were still on the chair, which he quickly wiped off with a handkerchief he kept in his pocket. Note to self: destroy evidence ASAP. “And if they didn’t, it didn’t happen, right?”Lydia grinned. It was the type of smile that lit up her entire face. “Do you like living on the edge, glasses?” She teased, with a wink. “Didn’t think you were that kind of guy. Honestly, when we first met, you were really timid, like you were going to faint at the sight of me.”“I haven’t, like, corrupted you have I?”“Maybe you have or maybe that was just lying dormant all this time.”“I’ve unleashed the beast!” They shared a laugh.“But what’s the point of life if you don’t have that excitement, that burning passion? Got to get that high somewhere. It’s either this or drugs. Fucking your co-worker is probably the better option.”She checked the time on her phone. “We’ve been gone a while now. People will get suspicious. We should back, but separately so it doesn’t look too suspicious. My makeup doesn’t look messed up, does it?”He checked. “No, you’re all good.”“I better clean myself up in the restroom just to be sure. You might want to do the same. Your cheeks are really fucking red and your hair is...well, it looks like you’ve been attacked by some wild animal.” They parted ways, Lydia going first and then Alan following a few minutes later. He went into the office restrooms, which were fortunately empy, and refreshed his face, combing his hair in the mirror and applying a second dose of aftershave to wade off the scent of sex that was probably emanating from him. Once he felt he was presentable enough, he rejoined the festivities as if nothing had happened. A few of the others acknowledged his presence with a nod or a smile but everyone was too preoccupied with the stream to notice very long. Lydia had gone to sit with Mousie and Nina on the sofa nearest to the tree. To avoid an awkward encounter, he decided to stay clear of her and positioned himself in the kitchen. He helped himself to another fanta in the fridge and began scrolling through Twitch to watch the Poker commentary. Over the next hour or two, Yogscast members entered the ring and leftOn the other side of the office, away from the rest of the group, both Sarah and Osie were engaged in conversation, laughing at some joke Alan couldn’t quite hear. He couldn’t help noticing that whenever Sarah gave an excited little whirl or hop, the office’s lights outlined her black panties through the fabric of her short, white skirt. It was a fleeting glimpse each time but enough to give him the imagery he needed. He remembered all of the times he had peeled them back and entered her warm cunt, enjoying how it felt like squeezing into a warm lamb-wool jumper while a winter blizzard raged outside. It jolted new life back into him, filling him with a new burning primal desire to just breed and fuck. He hadn’t felt this overwhelming sensation since the night at the club all those months ago. Alan glided over to her, pinched her on the waist and then gestured for her to follow him.“Wh-““Don’t talk, just follow” He reached out and grabbed her hand, dragging her along with him.“Alan, where are we going?”He hushed her. “Just follow.”Most of the office had been deserted now, though a few still lingered in the foyer and kitchen, exchanging pleasantries and a few drinks. Alan took Sarah into one of the recording studios at the back of the office, closing the door after her.“What’s going on?” She whispered breathlessly, her cheeks flushed with hues of pink and red.Alan placed a finger on her lips to silence her. “Shhhhh.”At that, she raised an eyebrow, a playful looking washing over her face. “Are we hiding from someone? You don’t want us to jump-scare some poor person in the office, do you?”“No. I just wanted to see you in private...away from the prying eyes of the others. Sarah, your legs have been driving me crazy all night. He stooped down and kissed her, a quick peck on the lips, savouring the taste of her cherry-flavoured lipstick and the smell of her peach perfume.“Alan,” she whispered in the dark, “what if somebody sees us? We should wait until we go back to one of our apartments.”“Come on, Sarah, where’s your sense of adventure?” Alan was too addled on the lust and wine he had inherited through the night to slow down now. He kissed her again and lightly caressed her cheek.“I...I don’t think this is a good idea. Let’s wait until we...”Her protests fell on deaf ears. “They’re all on the other side of the office, getting ready to leave. They probably think we’ve gone by now.”He knelt down, hiked up her skirt, draped it over him so it was like a curtain between him and the rest of the world and started kissing her black panties. She squirmed against the wall, moaning softly, her hands dangling lazily by her side. He grabbed her thighs and pushed down on the fabric, peeling it away with his lips until her cunt was exposed, adorned with a light brown lawn. Her bush tickled him as he kissed down on her mound, licking the moisture that was already gathering there.He started slow, dancing around the clit with his tongue, lightly grazing it to build up the sensation he was looking for. He slid his tongue around her vulva, probing her entrance. It gave the desired reaction as her legs squeezed together and she gave a slight moan mixed with a whimper. He continued the motion, kissing and jabbing that soft, delicate flesh, tasting as her moisture began to build, overwhelming his tongue and dripping down his throat. He placed a hand on each thigh to steady himself and began to suck on the clit in between strokes, enjoying how her entire body shook and her legs tightened around him.“Alan,” Sarah whimpered “Fuck...”In that moment, he knew, he loved her. It wasn’t lust guiding his tongue and his hands, but a strong sense of adoration, an appreciation of who she was as a person. She had been the one to welcome him to the Yogscast, the one who had guided him, the one who shared a similar path to him. They were united in more than just flesh but in shared history. Sarah had become his everything, embodying everything he desired, that connection with this new place and the community and as he ran his hands through her hair he reminded her of that.He broke the kiss to gently push her down onto the table and ran his hands down her clothed chest, unwrapping her from her bonds. He did it deliberately, kissing each inch of pale flesh as it was exposed to him, wrapping his lips around her nipple and hearing the involuntary exhale of air that she gave in response. He finally got her out of his outer layer and discarded it to the floor, hearing the whisper of fabric as it lay down. Work then started on her other layers and for once he did not curse the scare amount of clothing Sarah wore - this time he diligently removed every piece until she was utterly naked and his teeth, lips, and tongue had travelled over every part of her except where she clearly wanted it most.He stood before her, still clothed and while he groaned at the warmth being taken away, he began to remove his own clothing, a flick of the wrist here to toss aside the wrappings until he was standing before her in all of his nude glory, unwrapped for her like a present.All of Sarah’s worries had evaporated in that moment like dew on a summer’s morning. Their minds were back at the night of the nightclub, ready to satisfy their primal love. She rolled her hips back and down along the length of his shaft, coating him in her wetness that already felt like a thick goo. He reclaimed her lips again.He groaned her name in to the kiss and she felt it vibrating slightly along her own lips as she pushed back and allowed the head of his erection to slip in to her folds. With a strong, swift movement, she wrapped her legs around his waist, enveloping him completely. He retaliated with soft thrusts, rocking the table. The kiss was broken as he gasped with pleasure and she grabbed his hands and clawed into his back with her black-stained nails. Prone and pinned as he was, she rolled her hips and slid along him with determination. Had they not been so intimate with each other for so long, he might have worried about bruising her, but he knew that she could take it as he pumped himself along with her.She could feel his fingers curling around her own but she was content to let him fuck her mercilessly into the table. Their kisses were hot and wet as they near-lunged for each other as he slid against her just so, the friction and passion between them building to a crescendo.Finally, he broke the kiss and rose, crying her name out hoarsely into the dark as he released his seed and ground his hips up in to her. She knew by now how to prolong his orgasm and she did just that, guiding him along his high until he was utterly spent. As he collapsed on top of her, she let his hands up and he gently kissed her as he ran his fingers through her hair. One disentangled itself and slipped between their bodies to find that little nub. Even as his own erection wilted within her, his finger teased at her and soon enough, she came as well. She bit her lip and threw her head back, leaving the graceful line of her neck exposed and she could feel his eyes on her as he quivered above her. As he came down, he slipped his finger free and laid himself along her, pressing against her chest as they both caught their breath. The distant jubilations from the other room were muted now, only a few sporadic laughs and shouts. Their secret was safe. For now, anyway.After a few minutes, Sarah broke the silence. “We’re not staying here tonight, are we? Because this might be the most uncomfortable surface I’ve slept on.”Alan laughed. “Good point. And It’s too fucking cold. Let’s just wait until some of the others go before we try and sneak back out. Only Matthew and Ben stay behind this late to lock up and I don’t think they’ll pay much attention.”So, they waited, locked in the other’s embrace, their sweat and cum, the evidence of their labour, drying on the table.