Taking One For The Team Chapter Three: New Management

Samantha is back, and this time, she has news that will change things for Lauren and Kevin.

The past three weeks were very eventful for me. Especially at work, Lauren was insatiable when it came to pleasing her sexually. Not that I was complaining; I had never had as much sex in as many positions and public places as I had in these weeks in my entire life.

I opened the door to my apartment, putting my keys down on the table next to the door. I slumped down onto my couch. Today was the only day I had gotten actual work done without Lauren seducing me with her cleavage or her tight ass in body-hugging skirts. That was only because she had taken the day off for personal reasons.

After a while, I settled in for the night. After eating dinner, I sat down and started playing on my game console.

“Okay, someone cover the right side, I will try and get the flag,” I said to my online friends as we played a first-person shooter game.

“Got it,” one of them replied.

We won a few games and lost some. I was about to call it a night when my phone received a text message.

“Talk to you guys and gals tomorrow,” I said as I turned the game off.

Looking at the time, it was just past ten. I picked up the cell phone. It was a message from Lauren. ‘Miss me?’

‘Of course,’ I said as I slumped back onto the couch.

‘Had some papers to sign to finalize the divorce.’

‘Well, that sucks, sorry.’

‘Nothing to be sorry about, I am finally free.’

‘In that case, I am happy for you,’ I smiled as I sent the text.

Even though Lauren wasn’t near me, my dick was already hardening at the thought of her.

‘I saw this T-shirt shop today, and I had them make a shirt for me that I think you would like it.’

‘Really?’

There was a moment of silence before the subsequent text came. Lauren sent a picture of herself standing in a bright pink shirt. In big black bold letters stretched across her chest, the words read KEVIN’S CUM DUMPSTER.

I had to do a double-take to read it correctly. ‘Do you like it?’

‘Yes, I mean, of course,’ I smiled, ‘It took me off-guard.’

‘Did you take a good look?’

‘Yes, how can I not?’ I replied, looking at the picture again. Her chest made the words look stretched out.

‘Okay, really look at the picture and not just my boobs.’

I looked at the picture again, this time looking at her face. Then it hit me. I noticed the neighbor’s doormat; Lauren was outside my apartment door. I rushed to the door.

“Took you long enough,” Lauren said as she entered.

“Well, I was slightly distracted,” I smiled. “How did you get in?” I asked, realizing I didn’t have to press the buzzer to let her in the door downstairs.

“I pushed all the buttons at once,” Lauren shrugged as she took off her coat, revealing the pink shirt. It was much better to look at it in person. It tightly hugged her chest. “Someone hit the buzzer, and I came up.”

I knew she was talking, but I couldn’t stop staring at her shirt. I was getting harder the longer I looked at it.

“Well, I am glad you like it, like most shirts they are too tight around the chest,” she smiled as she grabbed her boobs and bounced them.

I quickly took my cue and began squeezing them. “Well looks like I should get another shirt that says these are Kevin’s property,” she smiled.

“Absolutely,” I said as I pulled her shirt up.

“Hold on,” Lauren said with a smile. She pushed me back. “The shirt says cum dumpster, not boob grabbing. Where is your bedroom?”