The Co-Worker

Unlike your typical college student, I worked a lot.  Not to say I didn’t go out and party but my weekday mornings, while everyone else is sleeping off their hangover, I was at work at the most calm hour of 7:00a am.  Spending 30+ hours a week at work really gets you bonding with the people you’re with the majority of the day.  And what’s better than bonding?  Flirting.

I’m sure you’ve heard of the term work crush.  That’s how it initially started out.  We worked over a year together before anything other than shameless work flirting even happened.  Actually, at first I thought I was the only one feeling this way and he was just being friendly.  I looked forward to the days that we would work together, those shifts didn’t even feel like work!

I went home for the summer and when I came up to visit one weekend I stopped by knowingly he was working a shift.  I felt weak at the knees just seeing him!  We flirtatiously texted all weekend.  When I came back to school in the Fall, all hell broke loose.  We both admitted how much we like each other and how we need to hook up.

A work affair is one of the hottest scenarios a girl can dream about.  After weeks of constant texts (sexts) and at work flirting one day it finally happened.  It was spontaneous, ridiculous, and most of all so erotic.  We snuck off to the bathroom and had our very first on the job make-out session.  Yes it was quick, primal, and over the top.

Then later that night, we found ourselves in his car ripping each others’ clothes off.  It was so fun having this little secret at work, where not one of our co-workers knew what was going on.

Graduating really was the worst part of college.  Now a 40+ hour week is just not as entertaining.

#noregrets?

I want to start this post by saying, I promise I’m not a backstabbing bitch.  After this story most of you probably won’t agree but the other small percentage will most likely just relate.

I’m one of those people who means well.  I don’t like to take advantage of others, I’m not a fan of asking for help, and I definitely consider myself a good friend (usually).  Don’t get me wrong, I love having fun and going a little crazy but I also know right from wrong.  I believe in a balanced life.

Some background: I made out with a guy friend of mine one drunken night my sophomore year of college.  It was only one time and we stayed good friends.  A couple of year went by and a newish friend of mine started dating him.  I was happy for them both but it didn’t last very long.  Maybe a couple of months tops.  She was heartbroken when he ended it and he being the player that he was, didn’t give two shits.  They would constantly hook up after the breakup and it always ended in tears on her part.

Alright so fast forward more than a year later.  She’s still obsessed.

I didn’t see him that often but when I did he was hitting on me hard core.  Not just flirting with me, but there was ass grabbing, getting into my bed.  And I resisted, resisted really hard because he was making it very obvious.  Basically begging me to hook up with him.  I kept telling him I can’t do that, she was my friend!

Then one night after months of this back and forth he got too drunk to drive home.  “Can I please sleep in your bed tonight?”  I knew he did this on purpose.  “Ugh, fine. But nothing’s going to happen! We are literally just going to sleep.”

At first we were just laying there talking, cuddling a little bit but nothing more.  We spoke for a while but then he began  kissing my neck.  Trailing his hands across my body, up and down, up and down.  He was driving me nuts.  I like to say I have high self control but I couldn’t take it anymore.  The next time his lips grazed mine, I kissed back, full force.

The undressing started and just kept going.  At this point, all was lost and I just dived right in.  It was one of the most intense sex sessions I’ve ever had and in the morning we even went for round two.  I felt a little guilty the next day but my bed still had a little bit of his scent left and that just turned me on.

There’s something about being with a forbidden someone that makes everything just 10x better, maybe it’s like a Romeo and Juliette complex except in this case it was just physical.  We never did it again but I always feel a little guilty when I hang out with my girlfriend since she has no idea…