My routine was starting to return to normal, sleeping during the day and working nights with Richard, then our schedules had changed, and I did not work alone with him on Saturday nights anymore. When I wasn’t sleeping, I was texting and talking with Jon who had been really sweet, and I was looking forward to our upcoming movie date.
Randomly on a Wednesday Jon called and asked if I felt like meeting up for coffee when I got off work. I told him I was, and we spent the next few hours drinking coffee and chatting. Afterward, he came back to my place. I invited him in, and we talked a bit more. He put his arm around me then leaned in and kissed me. I kissed him back and we started to make out on my sofa. It was hot and Jon was a great kisser. Things were getting heated, and in the moment, Jon slid his hand up my shirt cupping my left tit in his hand rubbing his thumb back and forth across my nipple. I moaned into the kiss and bit his lip. It felt so good, and I started to reach for his belt when I suddenly heard Richard’s voice in my head calling me a slut. I broke the kiss and pulled away stopping him.