Office Sex Series - Ryan and Kelly

It was 6:00 p.m. and the sun was starting to set over the Manhattan skyline. Ryan sat in his office chair and reclined back looking out his large plate glass window. He should have been on top of the world. He was now working in a supervisory role at Dunder Mifflin. He had a decent paycheck, a nice office and a suitable loft in one of the nearby Burroughs. He was at the real beginning of his career. Nothing but success in his future if he stayed on his A game.

Ryan now had his own assistant. Unfortunately his assistant was not a hot woman, but instead an embarrassingly good looking male, named Hunter. He was a leftover from Jan’s reign of ineptitude over the office and could not be replaced. To fire him because he was a nice looking male assistant instead of an attractive female assistant would be an invite for a lawsuit. Hunter was very efficient at his job and came with the promotion. It was Ryan’s one cross to bear for the promotion. Ironically, there were times when Ryan remembered Michael’s embarrassing comments on his own appearance. It was not helpful to have an assistant who was better looking than you. The woman who came into the office mooned over Hunter and barely glanced at Ryan.

He looked at the clock and realized that he had better gather his briefcase and leave. He didn’t have any evening plans. He felt if he didn’t leave soon people would realize that he had nothing to do on a Friday night. New York came alive more than usual on Friday nights. There were premieres to be seen, galleries to visit, dinner reservations to meet and other big city social scenes. But Ryan knew no one.

David, his boss, had rushed home to his big house in Long Island. Hunter had left to meet his band mates on a gig. The other office staff had given him a slightly chilly reception since his arrival. They hadn’t warmed up enough yet to invite him to any social gatherings. He knew that many of the upper management felt that he had not yet earned his job. They had known that only 6 months ago he had only been a no name temp working for Michael Scott. Much of the staff had felt that he had over stepped his bounds by sneaking in the interview with David behind his own branches back. Ryan had been branded the reputation as a back stabber.
Michael Scott, who Ryan felt was one of the biggest asses around, garnered more respect than him with the staff. Michael had been at the company a very long time and had earned the reputation as being eccentric. His branch still brought in money so his odd behavior was over looked.

In Scranton, Ryan had people that he could feel superior to. New York had no dimwitted Dwight, no milquetoast Toby, no pious Angela to ridicule. In New York, Ryan was the joke of the office. He knew that he would have to work hard and prove himself.

New York didn’t have one thing that Ryan had not expected to miss either. It didn’t have a Kelly Kapoor. In the beginning that had been the one attractive thing about the transfer. Ryan had ruthlessly broken things off with Kelly and run away with his tail between his legs. He knew that he should have handled things a little better. But the excitement of the job offer had taken away his sense of decorum, and he had just dumped her there in the office.

There had been tears and bad words. Ryan had expected some form of retaliation. But except for a few insults during his first office visit back as the supervisor, Kelly had just walked away. He tried to send an e-mail to apologize and it was returned unsendable. She had placed him on the list of people she would not accept e-mails from.

He had been thinking of her often. Whenever he saw a beautiful Indian woman, and on the streets of the city there were many, he was reminded of her. It had not been as bad as he thought previously. Yes, Kelly could talk your ear off. But she had a sweet nature with him and worked so hard to please him. She was so proud to be his girlfriend. She always let him know what was going on with her. There were no games or guess work. In bed, Kelly was a tiger. She could be insatiable at times. They did have chemistry.

It had felt so right with her at times that Ryan would feel scared. He would do something caustic to stall the relationship. He remembered how Kelly’s parents had asked him questions about his future and he had made a joke of it by telling them his big goal was to buy an Xbox. He knew just how to put the brakes on whenever that panic of commitment covered him.
Recently, Michael had told him about a housewarming party he had thrown. He mentioned that Kelly had shown up with Andy as a date. This information had stuck into his mind. Though he should have been happy that Kelly had moved on and he could feel less guilty, he was annoyed. He pictured that clammy, pale idiot Andy with his hands on Kelly and it pissed him off.

He considered calling her, but couldn’t come up with what to say. “I heard you were dating Andy?” That would go over well with a woman he just threw away.

Ryan left the office and walked down to a local Irish bar. He sat at the bar and ordered a Guinness. He looked in the reflection of the bar mirror and saw a young couple sitting at a table behind him. The young woman was feeding a few French fries to her date. The date was laughing and he ate them, then leaned over and gave her a light kiss. Ryan remembered how Kelly had done that. It had annoyed him. He never really understood why she did stuff like that. But, here he was, seeing other women do the same thing and it looked so normal.

He nursed his beer for a while and after seeing the young lovers left, he followed suit. Ryan took the subway to his place in Queens. He had looked all over the place for an apartment in the city. The rent had been way too steep for this juncture in his life. He rented a nice open spaced loft that had been recently renovated. Ironically, it was across the street from an Indian food restaurant. The spicy curry smell wafted over constantly. Ryan had realized very early on that sometimes fate could really screw with you.

He got to his apartment and found a note from the landlord about a package. He went to the first floor again and knocked on the door. The nice middle age man, whom Ryan deduced was gay, answered. He gave Ryan the package and watched a little breathlessly as Ryan walk up the stairs with his delivery.

Once Ryan got into the apartment, he placed the package on a table. His apartment was still sparse with furniture and boxes still remained unpacked. He looked at the returned receipt and saw that it had been delivered from Scranton. Ryan was a little suspicious at first. Anything mailed to him from Scranton could be suspect. He had seen some odd things sent in the name of jokes from Jim to Dwight. The best was the “Gaydar-detector” that Jim had sent Dwight. Dwight had spent the entire morning scanning everyone, only to have it beep when it was pointed towards himself. It had been the highlight of the office day.

He saw that it had been mailed from their warehouse. He ripped off the tape and was surprised at the items. It was his things. A grey t-shirt that he had let Kelly sleep in was on the bottom. There was a toothbrush, a book he had been reading, a small stuffed bear that he had won for Kelly at a fair. The box was filled with items he had left at Kelly’s apartment. There was no note. No message. Just a box of items mailed impersonally from the Scranton Warehouse.

Ryan sat on the chair by the table. He held the small stuffed brown bear. Kelly had named the bear “Sweetcheeks”. It had been his nickname for her in the more cheerful times.

He had called her Sweetcheeks, because of all her attributes, her ass had been one of her best. Her butt was perfectly formed, round and had smooth brown skin. She had really nice, cocoa brown skin. He had loved the contrast of their skins colors when they lay naked. She always wore this spicy cinnamon like cologne. He remembered how beautiful she had looked the night of Diwali. Her red sari made her body glow. Ryan had gotten very attracted to the Indian culture from looking at that sari. The whole culture was seductive.

Ryan stood up and went into the bedroom and lay on his bed. The sun had faded into a hazy dusk outside. He looked over at the uncovered window and saw the blinking light from Kanjama’s, the Indian restaurant. He wondered what she would say if he called her.
Ryan reached over and picked up the phone. He dialed her phone number from memory, barely remembering to add the area code. Last time he had called, he had lived there and no area code was needed. The phone rang and after 3 rings the answering machine picked up.

“Hi There, This is Kelly. You can see I can’t answer the phone right now. But I am dying to hear from you. Leave a message!” Beep

Ryan hung up real quick. The sound of her voice was welcoming. It was the usual bright, chirpy sound that had grated on his ears so much in the past. She had filled up every second of the message that she could. Kelly could never be accused of not talking enough. Ryan gave a small wry laugh. The phone rang suddenly and Ryan jumped. He had not had the energy to attach his answering machine or caller I.D. yet. He picked it up and said a tentative hello.

“Yes, someone called me from this number and hung up. Who are you?” Kelly’s voice came over the line and Ryan’s large blue eyes grew larger.

“Uh…Hi Kelly. It’s me Ryan.” He said softly and then added quickly, “Please don’t hang up!”
Kelly uncharacteristically was quiet. Ryan sat for a second listening to her breath and searching for his next word.

“Kelly, will you talk to me for a minute?” He asked quietly.

“Well, I seem to remember that you were not that crazy about my talking.” She said curtly.

“I know, I know.” Ryan said and closed his eyes. “I made a mistake Kelly.”

“Mistake?” She asked.

“Yes, I treated you so bad. I am so sorry.” Ryan said, “I miss you so much Kelly.”

Kelly was quiet. Ryan sat still and waited for her to respond. “Missed me, Ryan, how have you missed me. You never really had me.”

Ryan didn’t understand her. He wondered what she meant and was about to ask when of course Kelly offered up the info.

“You never really wanted me!” She said angrily, “You belittled me and thought I was a brainless little idiot. You used me while you were here and then trashed me the first chance you had to get out. How can you miss something that you never even really valued?”

“You’re right, I didn’t know.” He begged, “Please, I don’t want to do this on the phone. Please let me come and talk to you. I’ll drive down tonight. I’ll stay at a hotel there and not make any moves. I just want to talk to you face to face.”

“The only reason that I would even entertain that request is because I valued you much more than you ever did me.” She said.

“So, will you see me?” Ryan asked nervously. “I promise, I just want to talk.”
Kelly was hurt, but the fact that he was going to drive 3 hours just to see her, made her feel a little more yielding. She didn’t have plans tonight anyway. This was a chapter of her life that she really did need to get through with.

“Ok,” She gave in, “But this isn’t some long distance booty call.”

“Oh, Kelly, I promise.” Ryan said relieved. “I will leave right now. I should be there by 11:30.
“Meet me at Poor Richards.” She added, “I don’t want you to come here to talk.”

Ryan easily relented and hung up the phone. He grabbed his jacket and keys. He locked up and ran down the stairs to dash to the garage where he paid to store his car. Once he got his car out of the garage, he raced towards Scranton. On the long trip he went over in his mind what he was going to say.

It was 11:15 when Ryan pulled up in front of Poor Richard’s Bar. He went inside and was assaulted by the familiar scents of the place. He had spent many hours in here after class and sometime after work. It had been a major source of relaxation for him. He saw Jim and Pam in a corner booth. They were so immersed in each other that neither of them noticed Ryan’s entrance. Kelly sat in a private booth in the rear. The music was not so loud in this area.
Kelly looked wonderful. His heat lit a few watts at the sight of her. Her short, cropped hair was a shiny, black mass with a small red rose on one side. She was wearing a red lace top that almost fell over one shoulder. Her lips were red and her large black eyes looked up at him warily. She didn’t smile at him, so much as grimace and beacon him over. He sat directly in front of her. She was sipping one of the fruity, girly drinks that she was so found of.

“Hi.” Ryan said cautiously.

“Hi yourself.” She said. She looked down and found it hard to look directly at him. She knew that Jim and Pam were a few tables away. She had called and begged Pam to come for moral support. Pam had found her insistence hard to turn down. Besides, she and Jim had been looking for something to do between jumping each other’s bones. They came and kept themselves occupied.

“How have you been?” Ryan asked nervously, trying to meet her eyes. The question seemed to have sparked something that made Kelly not only meet his eyes, but glare into them.

“How have I been?” She blasted, “How do you think! I got my heart stepped on, no trampled on by my ex-boyfriend!”

“I am sorry Kelly.” Ryan said quickly.

“So you say!” Kelly blurted.

“I made a mistake!” Ryan whined, “I should not have done that to you. I didn’t really give us a chance. I realize that now. Please don’t tell me I’m too late!” He reached out and touched her hand. Kelly bit her lip and slowly withdrew it.

“Why Ryan?” She asked, “Why should I give you another chance after the way you treated me. When we were together, you didn’t even treat me well. You acted like you were ashamed of me. You are the only man who ever did that! Who I let get away with that!”

“I heard about you and Andy.” Ryan said softly. “I was worried…”

“Is that why you’re here?” She interrupted, “You hear I’m with Andy and you come running. You didn’t want me and so no one should!”

“No, no, not at all.” Ryan said, “But when I heard…it…hurt.”

“Wow, you know how I feel.” Kelly answered, “I have pictured you screwing every girl in New York. It has not done well for my psyche. You have been a major asshole!”

“Yes, I have.” Ryan agreed, “A big major stupid unthinking asshole, with a capital A!”

Kelly uncontrollably gave a small giggle. Ryan took her hand again and looked into her eyes.
“So, Kelly what do I have to do to win you back?” Ryan said pleadingly.

Kelly sat there for a second and looked into Ryan big baby blue eyes. She reached up and pushed a strand back behind her ear and Ryan watched closely. He remembered how she would beg him to kiss her neck because it was so sensitive.

Kelly looked forward at him. “You would have to make some major changes in how you treat me. You are not going to change me. I like who I am. You cannot be with me and be ashamed of me. Even if I have a big talkative mouth…”

“I love that big talkative mouth.” Ryan interrupted before he had time to think. It was the first time that Ryan had used the word “Love” in reference to her. Kelly was speechless for a second. Ryan realizing what he had just said gave a small smile. He had meant it, and it wasn’t until just now that he knew it for sure.

“Ryan…?” Kelly said softly and a small tear flowed down her bronzed cheek. Ryan reached over and wiped the tear away gently.

“I mean it Kelly.” Ryan said confidently and a little too loudly, “I didn’t know it until it was too late, but I really do love you. You and your big beautiful mouth!”

“Oh Ryan.” Kelly said and she looked around, “You better watch it or you will be the one to embarrass us this time.” She gave a slight smile.

Ryan stood up and held his arms out, declaring loudly, “Did you hear me Poor Richards! I love Kelly Kapoor!” Kelly laughed through her tears and bent her head down in embarrassment. There were some cat calls and whistles from around the Bar. One person yelled “Shut up and sit down!” While another yelled, “Get a Room!” Pam and Jim looked outside of their booth and smiled at the scene.

Kelly stood up and pulled Ryan to her and quieted him with her lips. He embraced her and took in the spicy and familiar scent of her cologne. She was soft and welcoming in his arms and he felt himself instantly become erect.

Kelly whispered in his ear. “Ryan, we had better get out of here before your zipper splits open.” She turned, gave Jim and Pam as thumbs up and pulled Ryan towards the door.

“Are you sure about this Kelly?” He asked, “You know we don’t have to go. I’ll still love you. I didn’t come here for a booty call.”

Kelly’s answer was to pull him harder. He followed along as usual and then he led her to his car.

He pressed her against the car and kissed her deeply before they climbed in. They both considered doing it right there in the car, but Ryan stopped her and said that he wanted to be with her in a place that was a little more respectful. This thrilled Kelly even more. She lived just around the corner, so it was a short trip. They didn’t say much until they were in Kelly’s apartment and the door was shut.

Kelly pushed Ryan against the back of the door and kissed his hard. He reciprocated and started pulling off her clothes. She unzipped his pants and felt his excitement. This drove on her need as well as his. They stood in the entrance and peeled off each other clothes, reveling in the familiar textures and scent so each other’s bodies.

Kelly said Ryan’s name over and over again. They backed up and fell over and onto the wide Futon like sofa. It was deep green and soft brushed cotton. Ryan reached around and stroked her ass and cupped her cheek.

“Oh my God, Sweetcheeks.” Ryan groaned, “I missed your body so much! You know how this drives me to distraction.”

They rolled on the couch until Ryan was on top of her. He bent and kissed one chocolate kiss of a nipple and Kelly yelled out his name again. Ryan entered her and she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper in. Ryan moved slowly at first and then increased his thrusts as Kelly’s screaming grew more ragged and breathless. He looked at her face and her large dark eyes locked on his. His face gazed endearingly and he almost cried with relief when he saw the look of love on her face. He kissed her, melting into her wet mouth.

Kelly came first and in typical fashion was not very quiet about it. Her yells could pierce the walls, and Ryan had often wondered if her neighbors complained. Ryan climaxed soon after when she reached around grabbed his ass and arched sharply against him. His limbs felt like water and he softened against her. They rolled to their sides and he pressed her up against the back of the sofa.

Ryan, breathing very hard looked into Kelly’s face. She had her eyes closed. He waited for her to open her eyes.

“Open your eyes.” He whispered.

Kelly said quietly, “I’m afraid if I do, you will be gone or you will be distant.”

“Open your eyes, Kelly.” Ryan said insistently, he ran a hand over her hip and caressed her curvaceous thigh. Kelly slowly opened her eyes.

“I may work and have an apartment in New York.” Ryan said gently and he gave her a small, sweet kiss, “But, as far as I’m concerned, this is my home. Right, where I am now. Kelly, you are my home.”