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Seducing my Best Friend and Co-worker, Steve

Date: 8/14/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

Steve stopped by the security desk. He was surprised to see me still sitting there. “Where’s Cliff?” he asked. “I don’t freaking know,” I replied. I was not a happy camper at this point. I had just spent eight hours behind the security desk, seven if it were actually counted, and I wanted and needed to get off from work. I took off my tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of my white button-down shirt. I leaned back in the security chair and stretched my arms out over my head. I thought for sure Gene’s eyes were going to pop out of his head as he locked on to a gap in my shirt. I was braless and it showed. “Come on Gene,” I teasingly replied, “They’re boobies!” Gene shook his head and wondered off, speechless. Gene was so full of himself. We had gone on one date, months before, but all he wanted to do was talk about his career as a male model before he got the security job. Gene was a good looking guy, but he was totally clueless when it came to women. He said he wasn’t gay, but I had to wonder, since his mannerisms were more gay than man-like. At about that moment, Cliff sauntered into the security area. I was happy again. I ran down the back stairs and to the parking garage. I slipped into my car and looked in the rear view mirror. My mascara was a mess. My hair was still damp and matted. “ Great!” I thought to myself. It was a few minutes after 12:30 and I figured if I rushed, I might catch a few late night stragglers at The Pub, a late night bar where I had gotten ... lucky on more than one occasion. I put the key in the ignition and turned it. Click,. Click. Click. “ Uh oh,” I thought to myself, “ This certainly doesn’t sound good .” I tried it again. Click. Click. Click. “Well fuck!” I muttered under my breath. I dialed Steve’s cell number. “I think my battery is dead,” I said. “You don’t have two more in your dresser drawer?” Steve replied. “Not THAT battery,” I said, “It’s my car battery!” “So I guess,” Steve responded, “You need me to jump you?” Steve always had a way of turning the most serious of discussions dirty. “Yes,” I replied, “I need you to jump me.” “Give me about twenty minutes and I’ll be there.” I looked at my watch. There was no way I was going to make it to The Pub. I opened my browser on my cell phone. “ God damn ” I thought to myself, “ Why do all the horny good looking guys have to live in Australia?” Steve drove up and parked right next to me. I was so busy reading the screen on my phone, that I didn’t see him drive up. In fact, he scared the shit out of me when he tapped on my driver’s side window. I rolled down my window. “Come on,” Steve beckoned, “I’ll take you home.” “What about the jump?” I asked. “My jumper cables are at the apartment,” he replied. “We can come back and get it in the morning. I’m off tomorrow.” I was off as well, so I grabbed my clutch purse and locked the car doors. I settled into the passenger seat of Steve’s car. “Where will it be? The Pub or the apartment?” Steve asked as he drove out of the ...