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Did that really just happen?I wondered as I took a seat on the Southbound train. I even pinched my arm to make sure this wasn’t anextremelyvivid dream. My skin flared with pain and turned white where I had pinched it, but I didn’t wake up.
So this confirmed that therehadbeen a flirty edge to our pranks. Or at least, to Owen’s. I just didn’t realize it. But my body had come alive as he touched me in the closet as if I had been pining over him for days. I definitely wanted him.
Badly.
As the train rumbled along the track, I re-lived the sexy closet encounter in my head. The kiss, and then Owen yanking down my pants. The hungry way in which he went down on me, burying his face between my legs and inhaling like I was an expensive perfume he wanted to buy.
The last time a guy went down on me was in college. That was the last time I had trusted a guy enough to let him do it, at least, and even that took six months of dating. Yet Owen had shattered my wall instantly, enveloping my clit with his mouth and devouring me with reckless abandon. Making me tremble and quiver and scream his name in the closet as I came all over his face.
I felt different now. Both internally, and in my feelings for Owen. But it was agoodkind of different.
Oh, it was good all right!
A girlish giggle escaped my lips on the train. An older guy twisted in his seat to look at me, but I glared right back at him until he minded his own business.
I can’t believe I let Owen do that, I thought.I wouldn’t even let Jude go down on me, and I trust him a lot more.
I gave a start in my seat. Jude!
How could I have forgotten about him in all of this?
I was sleeping with Jude. Consistently. And then I had made out with Owen in the closet of his restaurant, and let him eat my pussy.
The situation would have been guilt-inducing in any other context. Butthiscontext was so much worse. They knew each other. They were friends. They werebusiness partners.
Did I just totally fuck up ACS?
I was trying so hard not to blow things up!
I felt angry at myself, and frustrated, and confused. Excited and satisfied, too, though those feelings were more muted now. What was I going to do?
One thing was undeniable: I was intensely attracted to Owen, now. And I couldn’t stop thinking about him.
*
To keep Jude from coming over to my place that night, I texted him and said I wasn’t feeling well. Iwantedto see him, but I didn’t trust myself to be around him just yet. He would see the confusion on my face and immediately ask what was wrong. Besides, I needed to figure out my own feelings first.
But when I got to work the next day, and headed up to my office, Jude immediately called out to me.
“Hey, got a second?” he asked, waving me into his office.
I tried to act natural as I walked inside. Did he know? Did Owen tell him? They were good friends, and guys liked to talk about that kind of thing. Guys like Owen did, at least.
Briefly, I wondered if I should come clean. Rip the Band-Aid off and tell him what had happened last night. It was the right thing to do, and it would buy me some goodwill. But I was still processing my own emotions, and knew I didn’t have the courage to say the words out loud. Not yet.
“What’s up?” I asked, and tensed while waiting for his response.
“Are you feeling better?”
I sighed inwardly with relief. He was just checking on me.
“Yeah, much better,” I replied. “It was just a sore throat, but it’s gone now. Allergies, probably.”
“Good, good.” He removed his glasses and began cleaning them with a piece of cloth. “I, um, wanted to discuss our relationship, too.”
My breath froze in my throat. “Oh?”
“I was talking to Melinda…” Jude ran his hand through his hair, a sign that he was nervous. “The form she wants us to sign. Disclosing our relationship. It requires a bit of detail, regarding, um, thenatureof our relationship. And I told her that it was just physical.”
