(TF/TG, M to F, Implied F to M)

Jacob sighed, tossing the small stone in his hand idly. It was supposed to grant him good luck with the opposite sex, ‘making his wildest wishes come true’ or something like that. But he’d spent the better part of the day on Hinge and not a single match had come of it.

Really, it felt like the world was against him. Sometimes he wished that his friends had more time for him, especially Lisa.

It wasn’t that he had a crush on her; that would be weird. She was older than him, and a gaming friend. It was more that… He enjoyed spending time with her. Absently, he checked his phone, finding a missed message from her on Discord.

Lisa.Robin: We still on for lunch?

RockerMan05: Y-yes mommy

RockerMan05: Sorry I mean Mommy

RockerMan05: Sorry I mean Mommy

Lisa.Robin: That better be a meme.

RockerMan05: Big off bae down on my rizz

Lisa.Robin: Stop. You know I hate it when you do that.

RockerMan05: :3

Lisa.Robin: Ugh.

RockerMan05: Your still paying right I’m kinda broke

Lisa.Robin: I’m already paying for it. I’ll see you there, leaving now.

Jacob looked at his phone with a small smile that soon turned into a frown as he caught sight of the time. Out of respect to her status as a businesswoman and his as a content creator, they’d settled on the lunch spot by her office.

He absently wished that somehow they could meet a little closer, or that she’d get him a job at her company. But there was no way that would be the case, Lisa was paranoid about being seen as a cradle snatcher.

Funny how that worked. He wasn’t that much younger than her… Though he was running late. He checked his reflection in his phone’s screen, rubbing his hand over the thin stubble. He hadn’t shaved since last night, but it was… thinner than he remembered?

Whatever, at least it would save some time on the way out. He flicked his head to clear his bangs from his eyes, brow furrowing for a moment at the thought. Did he have long hair? Of course he did. But did he have time to style it? Probably not. Maybe he should be safe and message her…

His thumb hovered over the ‘Discord’ icon on his screen, then tapped his text messaging app instead. He had just enough time to wonder why he’d done that to find a new message from her.

‘Ms’ Lisa: Hey, you around?

Me: I said I’m coming!

‘Ms’ Lisa:

Me: Don’t be weird…

Lisa: What’s weird is that you’re not here yet.

Me: And you are?

Lia: Well, I’m close.

Me:

Lia (Bestie): Lol, get over here weirdo.

Me: 💗

He looked at the screen, a little unsure. Something about that felt wrong. But what was it…

His cheeks burned for a moment, and he quickly switched to his ‘contacts’ tab. It was crazy to think, but for a moment, he’d just forgotten his name. But there it was, clear as could be: Jayden.

“Am I getting sick?” He muttered to himself. His voice sounded a little funny too, like it was lighter than normal. Maybe he shouldn’t keep Lia waiting…

But what harm could there be? After all, she was about his age. She knew how busy things could get. Probably. She did like to sass him… He wished that she’d be a little less mature than him, a little easier to tease. Maybe if they weren’t just coworkers…

Jayden’s sneakers clopped at the pavement as he walked closer towards their lunch hookup. He noticed a few people giving him double takes, and paused to check his reflection.

Clean-shaven, curly hair down to his shoulders, slim, smooth skin… Was it that he hadn’t put on lipstick this morning?

Or… Why would he-

Jayden’s phone buzzed again. His thumbs moved before he knew what he was doing, keying open their Slack chat.

Lia R: Hey, so about that project.

Jayden D: Don’t tell me you’re not going to meet today’s goal.

Liam R: No, nothing like that! I just wanted to say I’m looking forward to working with you.

Maygen D: I can imagine.

Liam R: Really looking forward to it.

Megan D: I can imagine, vividly. My office, come prepared.

Megan’s cheeks burned for some reason. Okay, so maybe she had bit of an office crush. That was fine, she was only a few years ahead of Liam. Besides, it wasn’t like she was his boss or anything. He didn’t even work for her department.

Her pumps gently thumped on the linoleum carpet as she increased her pace a little.

What had gotten her so far from her office? She wasn’t sure… She wished they could meet at another room.

Absently, Megan flicked a hand up to her head, brushing some of her curls behind her ears. She smacked her lips quietly, feeling the velvety texture of her lipstick. It was one of her favorite brands, she hoped Liam liked it.

Oh, who was she kidding? Of course he’d like it. … Right?

Her phone buzzed again, and she opened Outlook.

Dear Miss Dressler,

Thank you for reviewing my application. I am very glad to be able to have such a close role with you at the company. Am I correct that today’s meeting room will be the side office, by the lunch room? I had a concern that the walls would be thin, I should hope we will not be discussing anything with volume!

Cordially,

Liam Roberts

She pursed her lips at that, in a tight smile. Kids these days were so cute and formal. Maybe that was why she liked playing with them so much. At least he’d caught on quickly that there were somethings better to not explicitly put in writing.

She held her phone with both hands, tapping a quick reply.

Glad you’re already adapting to your new role in the company. Make sure your performance keeps above my metrics, need to make this hit today!

Right room, get here ASAP!!!

-M. Dressler

But… Why did that feel so strange? Morgan wasn’t sure. She could swear that she wasn’t into guys… Then again, Liam wasn’t just any guy. She’d known him for… Well, he was an intern for her, wasn’t he? That was what made this so fun.

Morgan took a few hurried steps towards the side office, clicking it shut and seeing a new message from Liam.

Dear Miss Dressler,

What about my question regarding volume? I am very anxious and am concerned that may affect my performance at our meeting.

Otherwise, I feel that I have the correct items needed. I used the company card for purchases per your request.

Wishing the best,

Liam Roberts.

Morgan smirked, angling her phone at an awkward angle to tap at it one-handed. She had no idea how the kids used their fancy keyboards.

No, wait, that was wrong. She was… Morgan… There was a name that wasn’t hers, but she couldn’t place it. But she remembered it. And she remembered that Liam shouldn’t be a Liam. He should instead be… Lia? Lisa? Liam?

Only that last name sounded correct, but she knew it wasn’t. She took a deep breath, trying to center herself and focus on something.

The cool screen of her phone beat against her thumb, and hse looked down to find it was moving against her volition. She tried to stop it, but each tap made her head foggier and foggier. Her eyes started to track along with what she was typing, and she found her ample chest rising and falling.

She wished he’d get here sooner.

The room’s what if is, Conf A TSA booked. Don’t give me a raisin to shout and I won’t.

Good work w// the card sea if you can keep imprsessign me.

-M. Dressler

The room door clicked open, revealing a pleasantly surprised Liam. Morgan winked at him with a smirk. “Sorry for the typos, I’m typing one-handed.”

She spread her legs a little more for the full effect, revealing that though she’d taken the time to shave, she’d also gone without anything un under her dress. “And you’re so much better with your hands than I am. I guess that’s the whole point of why you’re here.”

“Ah, um. I mean.” Liam fidgeted. He was… Taller than she’d remembered. Strapping, even. Morgan had no idea why she was expecting to meet with an older woman for their hookup.

“C’mon, close the door before someone sees,” She whispered, gliding towards him.

“The lights are off,” Liam muttered, the door clicking behind them and casting them into near-darkness.

“You’ll feel it more this way, trust me,” Morgan whispered. And kissed him.

It was strange. Her body felt so new to herself, yet she felt she knew his even better. And he certainly knew hers. He took her in his arms, turning her away from the door towards the table. He pressed against her, and she could feel how hard he was.

“Fuck, Liam,” Morgan whispered. She looked over her shoulder to him, her curls bouncing. “Were you a woman in your past life or something?”

Even in the dim light, she could tell he was adorably confused. “I… Don’t know if it’s okay to say that.”

“Man up, kid. It’s a compliment. I’m saying you know ht to make me fffhhh,” she trailed off as his strong hands gripped her hips again, making her weak in the knees. Even biting her lip couldn’t keep Morgan from letting out a small squeak.

“Oh, so you liked this?” He sounded smug, teasing even.

For a moment, Morgan got an odd thought in her head. She remembered being the shy one, and an older Lisa teasing her with a smile at… Lunch? But she’d certainly never taken him out like that. It was risky, people might see her as some kind of cradle snatcher.

Though then again, if they did, what the fuck did she care?

Morgan slammed her hips back against his, hard enough that his back hit the wall. Looks like all that yoga wasn’t for nothing, she thought with a vicious grin. She said, “Careful. I can fire you.”

He leaned in, kissing her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. She was sure of it, she felt it ache so nicely. Looks like this afternoon would have to be hair-down for her.

“If you fire me, who would get you to do this?”

Morgan wasn’t sure where he was going with that, not until he dipped his hands into her dress, cupping his large, warm, strong hands over her breasts.

“No bra today?”

“You’re not the only one who came prepared, kiddo,” Morgan breathed.

“Good,” Liam whispered. He gently trailed the nails of his middle fingers over her nipples.

“AhhhAEEEmff!” Morgan clapped her hand over her mouth. Too late, she realized she hadn’t wiped that hand clean from her foreplay.

“Did you hear something?” A new voice, muffled by the wall, asked.

Liam froze, and Morgan sensed her chance. She started to roll her hips, wagging her ample ass against him. If she flexed just right, she swore she could almost feel his erection against her. She wished they could just fuck already.

“No,” he hissed, “What ahhhreyou dhoooing?” He grabbed her bare ass, as though he was struggling to push her off his cock.

Morgan’s head swam for a moment. Hadn’t they just been dry-humping? How was he inside her? And why… Why was she letting her little pet intern call the shots? She clenched her walls around him, gripping him tightly.

He squeaked. Better. She wished she knew how to get him off, though… Oh, right. It was just that easy.

Morgan crossed her yes, stuck out her tongue, and panted at him like a bitch in heat. Sure enough, he stiffened behind her, his hips twitching involuntarily as he came. A small whimper slipped out of his throat.

He was cute like that. All boys with a secret kink were. Really, she was jealous and wished she could be as easy. What would it be like, to have a button that would tip her-

His strong chest pressed against her back. His arms wrapped around her waist. It felt comforting. Safe, even.

Then he pressed a hand over hers, bringing her wet fingers back over her mouth. “Wow, were you tasting yourself? Dirty girl.”

Morgan’s heart hammered so hard, she swore her breasts were shaking in time with its pounding. Liam pulled back out of her, immediately filling the void of his cock with his long, dexterous fingers.

It was like his body had been practicing for this moment for all of his life. His thumb put just enough pressure on her clit to make her head swim. Then he viciously curled his fingers, pressing them deep inside her.

Morgan bit down on their hands so hard she was worried she’d draw blood, but she had to. Even then, pitiful squeaks slipped from her throat as she dropped as much of her weight onto his hand as she could, greedily trying to feel more of him, trying to-

Morgan came, and it was like the first orgasm she’d ever had. Her whole body shuddered, and she gasped with quiet pleasure, nerves singing.

“You like that?” He sounded eager, like a puppy looking for a treat.

Morgan chuckled throatily, winking. “Oh, this was exactly what I needed. We’re gonna have to meet up for another lunch date. Assuming you’re free?”

He nodded eagerly. “Y-yes, mommy.” Then his face colored. “Oh shit. I mean-”

She sniggered despite the risk of being found out, and wished every day could be like this.