Elizabeth went about giving Reece the runaround; he seemed to actually.ne interested in paying attention. Though, he did have to constantly readjust the plain panties he wore. "So, call yourself Liz when using the phone, and keep current these files here." Reece was so glad. Elizabeth was helping him this much; he feared how everyone would react to his current predicament. Despite the rather benign introduction, there was a lot in stake here if he were to screw up majorly. Not only would he be in trouble, but his stepmom as well. "If you need anything, come right to me. My room is right down the hall." "Thank you." he meekly replied, watching Elizabeth walk out. Keeping his eyes on her cute butt, accentuated by the skirt she wore, Reece felt a surge of heat flowing downward. Shakily sticking a hand down his pants, he felt the moistness of his groin. "I guess with my head attached, her body is attracted by what I'm attracted to." Reece concluded, twiddling his fingers there for a second. Before his instinct would make him go past the point of no return, he went back to doing what he was supposed to.
An hour later, Reece was finally taking a breather from all the scheduling he had to finalize. "I guess I've earned this." he groaned, stretching his back. A knock upon the door elicited a high pitch "Yes?" from him. Slowly opening the door showed it was Liam. "Yo man, how're you doing?" he asked with genuine sincerity. Reece sighed and went about how weird this all was, figuring guy talk would help put him at ease. Yet, Liam probably wasn't the best person for this. "So uh, you tried doing "that" yet?" Instantly red faced, Reece shot down the accusation, despite it being true. "No. Would I try if given the chance? Don't know, but not with this body." "What? Why not? Her body has the biggest...." he was smart enough to realize the possible consequences perpetuated as a result. "Well, then I'll let you do your work, don't wanna hold you up any more, Liz." he joked exitting the room. Sighing in relief, Reece went back to work, worrying of later that day.
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