This is pretty tame compared to most other stories on here and no sex happens in this part but I will be making a part two where I dive into the nitty gritty.
We met at work and for the sake of the story, we’ll call her T. She was the designated “It Girl” at work. A lot of guys liked her and relentlessly flirted with her. I on the other hand wasn’t attracted to her at first so it was easy to become buddies. Her charisma as a friend was off the charts, she was stunning and confident. She spent so much time maintaining her pretty curls, doing her makeup, and having a lax work fit that was loose and street casual that complimented her 5’4″ frame perfectly. I admired her and respected her style genuinely and surprisingly, we got along well despite me being more on the intorverted side. But we had plenty in common, things like music taste, our mexican heritage, and the fact that we both grew up in the same small suburb helped pull us together.
I would catch my eyes wondering sometimes but I promised to myself and my sanity not to get involved with a coworker. But there was something delicious about making her laugh and letting her casually touch me while her fans at work looked at me with fierce jealousy. I think riling them up and enjoying her attention is what helped nurture my growing attraction to her.
T invited me to a family party, accompanied by her best friend and a mutual friend. It was weird, I felt out of place so I indulged myself with some liquor and an edible or two. Being cross faded lowered my judgement and as the party went on, I was lowering my walls. She got winded from dancing her ass off to The Weeknd so we went upstairs to her room to cool off. I felt this stir inside, this nervousness about being in a woman’s room since I had been out of a relationship for over a year at that point. I lent against her vanity and she took a seat on her bed.
We were relaxing and chit chatting for a while, I was mostly drunkenly slurring terrible jokes and she laughed at my failed comedy routine but we were having fun and enjoying each other’s company. Her gaze was pulling me in and I pushed off of the vanity and took a step closer to her. She kept on talking but she didn’t take her eyes off of me for a second as I stumbled through each step, getting closer to her.
The air in the room shifted at this point, my breathing was inconsistent and there was this shy smile creeping up on her face. It felt like there was heat running through me and cocnentrated right at my bulge, which I hoped wouldn’t be noticed by her. I eventually reached her, at some point she spread her legs and put her hands behind herself. I took place in between her legs, still talking and looking down at her. My expression must’ve been intense as I stood over. I took one hand and twirled it around one of her uniformed curls but I touched it as though it was porcelain. Our conversation had drifted off at this point as we stared at each other, wondering if there was going to be something that would push us together.
But unfortunately, her friends barged in and ruined our moment. Throughout the party, we snuck glances at each other but the chemistry died down and we didn’t continue where we left off just yet. The party was not our time to link together but that moment would be coming very soon.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/zgq2cu/im20_have_a_complicated_relationship_with_my
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