"Here are the next few dates I wrote about. They may not seem all that eventful to a lot of you, but I still felt like they were important enough to note.
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Thursday, May 9th 2019
Honestly I'm not sure how I managed to get all my work done today. I couldn't stop thinking about last night, I couldn't stop playing the fantasies in my head, the fantasies of what I wish had happened had he just reached out and touched me. It was a stupid idea to wear a skirt to work today because I was so self conscious. I knew I was incredibly wet, and I have no idea if my arousal gives off a scent. Maybe I'm just paranoid because I share an office with two guys, but I felt so on edge all day. I kept clamping my thighs shut but then I couldn't stop rubbing them together and the friction on my clit was so fucking good, I almost went too far at least twice before I got up to go to the restroom and splash a little cold water on my face. I couldn't wait to get home and REALLY put out this fire. Even writing this paragraph right now that I'm finally home in my bed I can practically feel how wet I am.
But when I got home, he wanted to talk to me. He was very serious and I was irritated because I just wanted to run to my room and shut the door, and shove my hand down my pants.
"Hey, about last night..." he started, and admittedly every time I've imagined those words coming from one of us I've pictured it following something much more substantial than just chatting while I'm in the bath.
"What's up?"
"I'm sorry I looked, I didn't mean to, are you okay?"
I actually laughed out loud for a second, truthfully I felt bad that he'd clearly been wrestling with guilt over it all day and was probably dreading this conversation, meanwhile I've been dying to get off to the memory of it and the mental fanfiction it had inspired in my head. "Oh my god, of course I'm okay! Seriously, it's okay. I know you didn't really mean to." I saw him relax and figured I'd fuck with him a little, "I didn't know I was THAT hard on the eyes though, that you're actually SORRY you looked."
He looked dumbfounded for a second, "I didn't mean it like that- I just- it was so dark I didn't even really see much, but-"
"Oh, well lucky you then, your virgin eyes remain pure!"
It felt like he completely lost his train of thought. "I've s... I don't mea-" and then he just kind of stopped.
"I'm just fucking with you. Look, I know you weren't trying to do that. It's totally okay, I'm sorry if I made you feel otherwise. I'm the one who invited you in, I couldn't hope to completely hide myself. You just caught me off guard, so if my reaction made you feel like I was more traumatized by the whole experience, I'm here to tell you that I'm genuinely okay. Okay?"
He smiled and looked me in the eye. "Okay. Thanks. I just don't want to make you feel uncomfortable having me around and have second thoughts about me staying."
I had to interject. "Seriously? I meant what I said last night. I love having you here. I'm more comfortable than I thought I'd be. Even just the fact that I can comfortably chill in my lounge clothes is a big deal for me, I had already kind of assumed I wouldn't be able to. You've been very respectful of my boundaries, and I like to think I've been respectful of yours as well. And I want us to be able to talk about these things like we are now, or any other problems we may have. This is your home too, and if I have to remind you of that every day until it sinks in, then I will. You know how annoying I can be when I want to."
He laughed at that, and waited a beat until he could tell I was finished. "You've been respectful, I promise. Thanks, I love you."
"I love you too." At that I extended my arms to him and we hugged. I squeezed him a little tighter for a second before letting go to try and get the air out of him.
"And for what it's worth, surely based on some of the reactions I've seen you get from others, you must know you're not 'hard on the eyes'." He added. And I didn't really know how to respond for a second. I could feel my cheeks flush and I brushed my hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear just to give my hands something to do so I wasn't just sitting there like an idiot.
I ended up deflecting the compliment, which is honestly my typical move, truthfully I can be very shy in person. "I bet [PMAJ] would flip his shit if he knew what happened last night."
He laughed, "God, no kidding. He'd probably pry for all kinds of details so he could live vicariously through my experience." We both kind of made a face at that idea, and then I said I needed to change and finally got to my bedroom.
So here I am, my panties were definitely soaked and I'm aching so bad. I'm stopping here because I don't want to wear out my hands before I get started.
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Friday, May 10th