Part 1:
A month had gone by since my first sexual encounter with Rebecca. The night after it first happened I was a nervous wreck. I thought our friendship had been ruined and that work would become awkward and uncomfortable, but it seems I was wrong. Work wasn’t awkward at all. In fact, it was better. Rebecca and I had become even closer friends than we were before and for the most part things hadn’t changed otherwise. Except for the fact that on occasion Rebecca was a bit more flirty with me and more often than not she didn’t wear a bra to work anymore. You won’t catch me complaining.
On one particular day Rebecca was acting a bit stranger than usual. Everything had been normal all morning until a little after lunch time I noticed that she was being rather quiet. I didn’t think much of it as I was more focused on getting a little work done after slacking off most of the morning. She was sitting on the floor on the opposite end of the room from me looking at her phone, or at least pretending to look at her phone. After the silence caught my attention I realized that as I carried around heavy boxes every so often she would look up and eye me, usually right as I flexed my arms to lift. This peaked my interest.