Well, this turned into a bit of a novel.
When we last left off, I had made plans to come in to work an hour early so as to catch Melanie on her way out to her lunch hour. I was nervous as fuck, and really had only a vague idea of how we were going to do this; there was a park nearby, and given the time of day (late morning on a weekday), the lot should be empty. If that failed, I also knew of a nearby park and ride that should provide enough privacy to do… Christ, what the hell were we doing? I’d brought condoms along, but this could be anything from a makeout session, to heavy petting, to sex, to an elaborate trap designed to ruin my life. No, that’s stupid, I thought to myself. She’s into you, this is happening, go for it.
“I know we haven’t really talked about what’s going to happen,” I sent her, letting her know that I was ready for her to clock out and meet me in the parking lot, “but I want you to know that I’ve got condoms.”
“I think we both know what’s going to happen.”