Sally watched as he stood in the hall with Penny Macy, a large book in one hand. She was sure the old girl was flirting with him so she focused on Rohan's face. He ran his hand through his thick ruffled hair. Sally felt her body quicken. He'd pushed the sleeves of his revolting jumper up to his elbows exposing taut veins and muscles. The sight made Sally jerk in her seat. Why had she never noticed this about him before?

She watched as his large fingers nervously rubbed at his scalp as he blushed and chuckled uncertainly at whatever Penny was saying to him. Sally studied his eyes; amazingly green with very thick dark lashes. She followed his nose down towards his mouth. Oh, what a mouth. Lovely shaped lips, which were at this moment formed into the most spectacular smile. She closed her eyes and inhaled. Sally imagined those lips on her erect nipples and remembered the size of the bulge in his pants the day she had straddled him. The thought made her gasp again as she quickly opened her eyes to see him moving away down the hall.

"Are you okay, Sally?" Mercer came to stand beside her and ran her hand tenderly down Sally's head.

"Yeah, I'm okay."

"Is it Wayland?" Mercer stroked Sally's head again. "Is it what he did to you?"

Hesitating before answering, Sally thought, if Mercer knew what she was really thinking about Wayland, she'd probably go after him herself. "Yeah... and the bastard better look out because I won't let him get away with it."

Mercer snickered as she stroked Sally's head once more.

Sally chortled along with Mercer as she wondered why she had never before noticed how good looking he was. That is... before he had put his large hands on her. Her core throbbed. She knew she'd have to go to the toilet. Until she had Rohan Wayland's fingers inside of her, her own would have to do.

*

By the end of the day Sally was like a fish caught on a hook. She needed a man and she needed one today. Rohan was out of bounds for a while, at least until she worked out how to win him over. She knew he wasn't going to put up with any of the crap she'd laid on him already.

Sally thought about what had changed him. She huffed, the stupid little snake at that ratty café; that's what had changed him. She wondered if the waitress was really his girlfriend or if they'd even had sex. Sally didn't think so. Not by the way he'd looked at her before he had left. How the hell did the little bitch think she was going to accommodate him anyway? She looked like she'd only just come out of puberty, Sally thought.

If what Mercer said and the size of his bulge was any indication, he'd most likely tear the runt in half. What Rohan Wayland needed was a woman, a real woman who knew how to please a man.

Sally picked up her handbag and went to wait outside the lab door. Bill Peters had always been at her about going for a drink with him. Sally hoped it'd be worth her while.

As she waited, she peered through the slits in the horizontal blinds. Rohan was bent over his microscope. She grinned, jerked backwards and leant against the wall with her arms folded across her chest. Damn the man, he had broad shoulders and a firm arse too. Why was she only noticing all these quality traits about him now? She peered through the blinds again.

He stood up straight and was typing figures into a computer. Sally let her eyes wander down his body. His pants were too short and baggy; baggy because he needed the larger size to accommodate the length of his legs. Because they were baggy, they hid the sexy shape of his backside. That's why she'd never been aware. It was only because she was lucky enough to have caught him bending over that she noticed now.

He turned around and moved towards the door. Sally stood up straight her chest tightening in anticipation. Should she speak to him? She leaned against the wall and hung her head to pretend she didn't know he was there if he came out of the lab.

As the door opened Sally raised her head slowly. She didn't have to pretend to blush because she felt the heat on her face already but Sally knew that heat had nothing what so ever to do with shyness. "Hello, Rohan."

He glared down at her and nodded curtly as he pulled the door closed and moved down the hall.

Seizing the moment, Sally tottered after him. "Rohan!" He stopped abruptly and turned so suddenly that she nearly ran into him.

"What do you want?"

He was still angry. She tried to look as meek as possible and said, "I... I want to apologise for being such a bitch to you all this time. I want you to know I don't have any hard feelings towards you because of yesterday or when you told me to fuck off because I guess I deserved it."

Rohan lifted the side of his mouth and snarled, "Fuck off, Sally!" He turned to walk away and couldn't believe how confident he felt. All his fears seemed to have evaporated.

Sally quickly grabbed his arm. The look Rohan gave her, made her let go immediately. "I know you're angry with me, and you have a right to be." She paused and added, "It's just I'm not very good with men and sometimes I go overboard when I like someone. I figure being sexy is how a woman's expected to act."

Sneering, Rohan said, "There's a difference between sexy and mockery. As far as I'm concerned you and Mercer are smutty little sluts so don't try to pull the wool over my eyes and in case you don't realise it, I have a very high fucking IQ."

Trying again Sally pleaded, "I just want us to be friends."

"Are you blind?" Rohan guffawed. "I don't have friends. Remember. I'm just some pussy nerd who's a coward and dresses funny. What makes you think I suddenly need friends?"

"Because I realise, I was wrong. It was Mercer who made me do all those things. She said you liked me and it was what I should do to get you interested in me."

Rohan shook his head in disbelief and scoffed again. If she thought he was going to believe that then she had another thing coming. "Like I said, Sally, I have a high IQ and if you think I believe that shit, then you're dumber than I thought you were. Just leave me alone." He strode away but she called after him.

"I won't stop trying to make it up to you!"

He turned his voice full of scorn and growled, "Then I'll follow through with my threat and break your fucking neck!"

As the words trailed down the hallway Bill Peters opened the lab door and stared wide-eyed at Rohan's retreating back. He looked at Sally and said, "What the hell was that all about?"

She shrugged. "Nothing. He just got angry and snapped at me for no reason."

"You know, he did that to me too. I wonder if he's finally cracked and we'll end up having to get the Psychs in with a straight jacket because he is one creepy dude."

Sally giggled and looked at Bill with the most adoring eyes she could muster. Even though Rohan had rejected her she could taste the thrill of the chase in her mouth. Just touching his large bicep for that brief moment had made the crotch of her knickers extremely wet.

"Do you want to have a drink with me, Sally?"

She lowered her eyelids, and then fluttered them upwards. "Sure, Bill. Sounds great." She slipped her hand through his arm as they walked down the hallway.

*

"Ah.... holy fuck!" Bill clenched his teeth together to try and prevent himself from cuming in her mouth. "Come on, Sally. Get on me now. I can't hold off forever!"

She giggled, lifted her head, ran her fingernails over his stomach, and then slid up his leg. "You're not going to disappoint me now are you, Billy? You promised me you were good at this."

"Yeah, I am good at this." Bill gripped her bare backside and pulled her higher. "But a man's gotta cum sometime, honey and I gotta cum now. So, get the fuck on top of me because I want to do it inside of you."

What he really wanted was to tie her to the bed and torture her some. Bill couldn't understand how it was that she was doing the torturing.

Sally chuckled and tapped his mouth with her painted fingernail. "Now, now. What kind of way is that to speak to a lady? Say... please..."

"Fuck." Bill groaned, now she had him begging. "Please...!"

As she slid down on him the feeling of her soft flesh surrounding him sent a massive convulsion of pleasure through him. Bill pounded hard against her; his hand gripped tightly on her hips. "Fuck, Sally. You are so hot. You're killing me!"

Sally supported herself with her hands on his chest while she moved in time with him. Bill was better at this than she had expected. She groaned as they came together, and then giggled.

Her collection was getting bigger.

This girl!! Insert my head exploding.

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