The last time we had seen each other outside of work was when I crawled out of his bed, embarrassed and confused and feeling guilty. I felt bad that I stopped him, and that my drunkenness put us in that situation to begin with. And embarrassed that he knew the way my body felt, that he knew he could make me gasp with a touch of his hand.
The whole situation was confusing, but really not that big of a deal. We talked about it right away and laughed it off as drunken silliness, and things remained the same between us, for the most part.
The only change was that Our conversations had turned increasingly sexual; we often joked we would "bang the shit" out of each other if we weren't such good friends. We shared bits and pieces of our little quirks and desires; I knew little secrets about him and I shared my own. It was fun and sweet and felt natural to share.
One secret I shared was that it has always been easier for me to reach orgasm while lying on my stomach. I don't know why, but whenever i touch myself it's almost always face down.
I got the impression that this little tidbit excited him. A self-proclaimed ass man, I think the thought of a girl touching herself with her butt up was not a terrible image for him...