Chapter 1: Introduction
The clock ticked. Hours accumulated, and each tick was a sigh of relief. The office around me was pretty quiet, just the usual hum of white noise from all the bodies wedged into their cubicles, the beep of someone's smart watch. Someone nearby had Hozier going through their headphones. That kind of broody, dark guy stuff went well with the weather these days.
You ever have one of those days where you couldn't help but snoop on your coworkers?
Not because you were bored stiff, but curious, maybe even a little horny? As I glanced around the office, I couldn't help but see these women differently; more than just friendly colleagues.
Emma sat at her desk, her long, awkward frame leaned over her keyboard as the afternoon slump drained her energy. Our eyes met, and I quickly looked away, pretending I was engrossed by my phone. She was cute—she had these twinkling brown eyes that made her seem always knowing in the most adorable way. We had similar personalities and often caught each other saying the same thing.
Laughter was never far away from our interactions. But something changed. I was feeling an itch, a desire I couldn't explain, and maybe not for Emma exactly.
I shook the thought from my head and turned my attention to the breakroom – the heart of all the office gossip. As I walked in, I pretended to look for a cup of coffee, and headed toward the corner where Emma, Jody, Laurie, and Kristy usually chatted. Jody typically didn't come over to our building anymore so I felt a twinge of luck and excitement when I turned the corner and saw her wide and full ass in a pair of tight gray slacks.
She was laughing with her mouth open, her head tilted back in the way older, confident women do when they're comfortable with themselves and their surroundings.
My cock stirred as I took in the sight, and I quickly looked away, scolding myself for being a creep. But I couldn't help myself. I've had fantasies of Jody since I started working here, and Emma knew it.
I had missed a chance to be alone with Jody a few years back when she asked for a ride home after a bunch of us returned from a trade show. Whether it was nerves or bad luck I'll never know, but I had to leave Jody for another emergent task at the time.
It left a bad taste in my mouth; I could have spoken with her one-on-one like I'd wanted to for ages.
I filled my cup with coffee, even though it was too hot to drink, and lingered just outside of the break room, out of sight and hoping to catch more of the women's conversation. Maybe they'd let something slip about what they truly thought of me. I pretended to be busy on my phone as I eavesdropped.
The women continued to talk animatedly about the usual – their weekend plans and how Jody's and Kristy's teenage daughters had found boyfriends. Then they're conversation turned to me.
Jody started with “I didn't want to ask with him in the room, but it just me or has Andrew gotten more muscular recently? It looks like he's filled out and gotten thicker... those clothes looked a little tight!"
It was true, I had put on 10 to 15 pounds of muscle over the past 6 months. I had been injecting myself weekly with testosterone and the results had been significant, although I certainly needed a new wardrobe soon.
Kristy laughed, half-kidding: "He's a good-looking man... I wish he wasn't taken."
Laurie, the tall, kind, 67 year old second in command female of our Human Resources department, chimed in. Laurie always spoke plainly and didn't care much about the opinion of others. Her voice was barely audible to my eavesdropping ears. "I'm over here wondering if all parts of him have gotten bigger... if you get what I mean!" Laurie continued with a wink, and the women laughed out loud.
Jody replied, 'Laurie, how you do talk!' I wanted to enter the room again and say something witty, but I decided against it. Instead, I slipped away, my heart beating faster with every step. My mind drifted off to wild fantasies of these women calling me over to the break room, locking the door, and taking turns undressing.
Even if Jody actually liked me, I'm not sure I would have the courage to act on it. She was married and I had a long time girlfriend, after all. If only there was a way that I could hear her true thoughts about me, as directly as if she was talking to her close coworkers or friends...
maybe now was the time to explore the possibility of something more. The thought of "what if?" literally made my cock twitch as I imagined a scandalous affair with our curvy CFO behind her husband's back. It was wrong, but my body didn't care.
I spent the rest of the afternoon preoccupied with fantasies about Jody. I couldn't keep my mind on work and found myself glancing at her picture on the company's website.