101 EROTICA STORIES by Vallen Green

any of this to happen?”
     
    “This?”
     
    “Actually liking it here, meeting a great girl, having sex with her.”
     
    “Is that a bad thing?”
     
    “Far from it,” he said, giving her another quick kiss. “I say that’s definitely a good thing. A great thing.”
     
    “You better say that,” she grumbled mockingly.
     
    She pursed her lips, silently asking for another kiss which he gladly gave to her. As he went to pull away, she put a hand behind his head and kept him in place, her mouth moving over his to deepen the kiss. Her taste quickly invaded his senses as he lost himself in the kiss, his tongue darting out to lick at the seam of her lips, waiting to be granted entrance.
     
    “Welcome to Chicago,” she said with a smirk.
     
    “Is that what this is?”
     

    “Don’t worry,” Jordan said with a sly grin, her hand stroking the back of his head comfortingly. “You’re welcome to it over and over again, any time you want.”

Heat
     
    Lauren Ramsey wiped at her brow as she walked up to the small building. She wanted nothing more than to step out of the blazing sun and into the refuge of her office where there was a roof over her head and air conditioning to cool her skin. Summers were always hot in Texas but the heat wave they had going right now was downright ridiculous.
     
    All her hopes of feeling better away from the summer heat were dashed once she stepped into the building, the lack of a cool breeze against her skin alerting her that something was very wrong. “You have got to be kidding me,” she grumbled to herself.
     
    “I’d say we are but that would just be one cruel joke that I don’t really want to take part of,” the receptionist said. “Sorry to say, but the air conditioning is definitely broken.”
     
    “Is someone coming to fix it?” she asked.
     
    “I already called but there wasn’t any answer,” was not the reply that she wanted to hear. “Just hope to whatever god you may have that your appointments cancel on you to avoid going out into the sun and that we can all go home early.”
     
    With that, Lauren stalked off further into the office space, dropping her bag down carelessly onto the floor. The sound caused her partner, Matthew Carthage to raise his head off the architecture desk to look at her.
     
    “Your anger is directly proportional to how pathetic I feel right now,” he mumbled. “I think my brain’s melted and stained the blueprints for the Monroe project.”
     
    “Dude, that is not an image I want in my head,” she said, her face distorted into a look of disgust. She playfully stuck her tongue out at him when his head dropped back down to his desk with a soft thud. Pulling a new sheet of tracing paper, she went about pulling a new design from her mind in an effort to get her thoughts away from the discomfort of the heat and humidity.
     
    Lauren and Matthew were long time friends who had opened up a small architecture and design firm together. They both managed to find work with bigger and more established firms from other parts of the country but it was their dream to go back to their hometown and open up their own business. Once they managed to gain a certain level of success and got their name out to potential clients, the two had decided to make the dream a reality and opened up RC Designs. So far, it was just them and the receptionist, Michelle, who were working under the company name but they had a good number of partners who were helping get their name around and projects lifted off the ground.
     
    “We’re not poor, right?” Michelle asked, her voice sounding quite distant despite being just a few feet away.
     
    “What the hell kind of question is that?” Matthew asked incredulously.
     
    “I’m just asking because I wanna make sure that it’s not gonna hurt the company when I go to the nearest appliance store during my lunch break and buy a new air conditioner or a dozen electric fans.”
     
    “Try calling the repair