The doorbell rang with insistence and I ran to open the door. I was just floored to find Bobby at the door but he didn't give me any time to say anything.
"What the hell is going on between you and Mark?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, really not knowing what he meant.
"Are you dating him?"
"What would make you ask that?"
"Well you sure have been quite chummy with him lately and the guys were teasing him about you after you left today, something about a dinner. So are you or are you not dating him?"
"Gee, Bobby, you almost sound jealous". This time I was teasing and he made a face to indicate his patience was wearing thin.
I then decided to reassure him. I stepped up to him and put my hand on his chest and said "Relax, I am not dating Mark. We're just friends."
Bobby looked at me and asked "Are you sure he knows that?"
"Sure he does." I continued. "And he understands the reason I gave him and is okay with just being friends. I told him that I might be moved soon and didn't want to get involved with anyone just now. He accepted that so I didn't have to say anything more to him. We only had dinner together that one time."
"What more would there have been to tell him?"
"Well, I didn't see any point in giving him other reasons. I didn't want to hurt his feelings by telling him there is no way I could be attracted to him while I'm attracted to another guy. That just wasn't necessary."
"Who is this other guy?" Bobby was getting tense again.
I smiled and asked, "Do you need a drawing?"
I had been very attracted to Bobby since we had worked on a project together a few months back. He had then told me that he had a girlfriend so I had backed away some but I still flirted with him and he would sometimes flirt back. Sometimes, during staff meetings, our eyes would meet and I would feel this intensity running through me and wish there could be more between us. However, I wanted to respect the fact that he had a girlfriend and would not make any real overtures towards him.
Bobby grabbed my hand in one of his and held it. He then put him other hand around my waist and pulled me to him. Before I could even think about what he was doing, his lips were on mine and I just melted. His lips were softer and warmer than I had ever imagined they could be. My other hand went to his neck and I put my fingers through his hair. I was amazed at how soft his hair was. I couldn't help but wonder if the rest of him was as soft.
His kissing got deeper and more insistent and already, I felt my legs weakening. He let go of my hand and his hand turned and rested on my breast, sending shivers through my whole body. His actions were indicating that he wanted more but I still was unsure of his intentions so I didn't dare be too bold. So with my second hand now free, instead of feeling what I really wanted to feel, his front, I went for his rear end.
When I squeezed the outer side of his rear end, Bobby moaned gently, encouraging me to go a little further and squeeze some more. His hand that had been resting on my back took a hint and lowered to my own rear end and he alternated between squeezing and pulling me tighter against him. I could feel his manhood, hard and throbbing through his jeans. I wanted him more than I'd ever wanted any man before but I was afraid that if I took the lead, he'd realize what he was doing and pull away.