Quarterly earnings is an exciting time. For me and her they involve some pats on the back and a "thank you for you hard work". These are quickly followed by the expectation we'll need to do double results next quarter. I find these moments both rewarding but underwhelming. My biggest reward of having a private office seems better than any monetary bonus. Sharing it with her after her move makes things all that nicer. It's nice to see her height compared to me, it's nice to smell her, it's nice to steal glances when she turns to write on her to-do board. I hope she admires me, I hope she watches my hips when I bump the door closed holding my bag and laptop. At this point however, I do not know. We teased online but now in person the mixture of work demand and shyness has made that seem more a dream than reality.
There is a knock at our shared office and the CEO's assistant comes in. Erena is a bit shorter than me at 190cm with long blonde hair and a Finish accent she tries to hide. She's single and seems to always sit next to me during company lunch, always asking about my tattoos, asking how often I work out. I don't mean too, but I realize I'm looking to Aye to see what she says. She smiles and agrees to which I match. Erena leaves and we are left waiting for the taxi call with little real work left to be done.
"Do you find her attractive? She has nice legs and body" Aye asks gamely looking into my eyes. I feel my eyes must turn greener as my face begins to fill blushed. I want to explain that attraction to me isn't a feast of eyes but of everything. I want to explain I want to feel who person is, to feel comfortable and excited to explore and learn and develop together, to spend hours intertwined. Instead, I meekly shrug and respond "I guess yah". I end my reply there, not want to follow it up with the fact that I don't even see her past you.
A small bus arrives to the office and we leave our sanctuary to join them in the lobby. As if in highschool we break apart in groups of boys and girl and pile in. I make jokes when they are timely and otherwise distract myself by watching the window. I watch as it uncommonly rains and I see Aye in the reflection of the window. I imagine washing with her in a shower or sharing a bath before I realize it's having an effect on my body and I quickly distract myself with my phone. Arriving at the bar I follow after Erena and she grabs my arm to help me across and then bumps into me as we go through the door. I feel a level of awkwardness arrive as this isn't how I want to spend time celebrating. We take a long table and I'm placed unfortunately. I order a vodka and wink to my vodka buddy who is far from me. The next hour is filled with drinking and banter. Erena seems to require touching my shoulder every time she leans to order something or get up. I lock eyes with Aye and she smiles and soon my slack gets a message 'having fun I see?'.
Drinking has a funny effect on me. I become more jovial and relaxed until I know its time to leave. This alarm is automaticly tied to my my body. Soon my blood surges for one of two things: exercise or sex. I can't seem to contain it. This usually ending up with whoever is similar place whether it be male and a fun wrestling / boxing match or female in which case sex. With maturity I've come to realize when this feeling comes on and have made sure to always call it my time to exit. I respond on slack an emoji of a cake and excuse myself to go to the bathroom. I see Aye do the same and skip a step to meet up with her the hallway outside of the bathroom. I find myself leaning against the wall across from her as we wait our turns. We do not speak as our eyes are speaking any truths that need to be said. She smirks and I can't help it; I grab her by the arm and pull her tight against me. I feel her sway against my crotch and giggle as I run hands down her ribs and to her butt. My mouth waters wanting more until I hear footsteps coming and we both retreat to our respective bathrooms. I wash my face in the sink, trying to cool my burning blood "just go home" I repeat. I leave the bathroom and tell everyone it's time for me to make my way. Erena jumps up and says we should split a taxi. I don't even know how to answer as my brain processes excuses. "I'll jump in too" I hear Aye say and I nod with this choice. I've wanted her for so long, I've lusted for so long to the idea of her riding my hips, I've spent nights awake imagining exploring her with my tongue, I've waited so long to hear her moan my name..Now, in this moment she is here.
Waiting for the taxi Aye is calm and focused, discussing work tomorrow while Erena asks why we don't take time off. Erena gets in first and bending and crawling over the seats. I raise my eyebrows in surprise feeling uncomfortable by this peacocking. As if being offered a cup of oil vs a cup of water on hot day I look to Aye to go first but she says "you first boss" with a wink. At 198cms I am not the right size for any taxi. Soon Erena is flirting again grabbing my shoulder and saying how cold it is for this time of year. I'm relieved to know her stop is first. Despite this onslaught of conversation and touching I keep thinking back to the hallway. I feign grabbing my phone and leave my hand in the darkness between Aye's thigh and mine. Slowly I rotate my finger in a figure eight against her until I feel her shift approvingly. I slowly crawl it across the top of her thigh, into between her legs and rest there. Slowly I ride my hand up until I can feel her underwear against the outside of my hand. I pulse my grip on her inner and back of her thigh with my breathing feeling her slowly grind her hips against the outside of my hand. I feel myself growing harder. I look to her and notice her gaze admire the bulge forming in my pants. I feel her long fingers touch mine and slide along my arm. My heart races and my hand grips more frequent as this acceptance. Soon Erena, the car, the world is swallowed up by pleasure as I feel her shift weight to lean looking my way. I feel her hand against outside of my thigh, slowly creeping into my pocket and until the tips of her fingers feel my growing head. I feel her trace the outline through my boxers. She's won, I'm only hers. Erena's stop arrives and she asks if we want to drink at hers but I shake my head - lots of work to do to tomorrow. The door slams and we are left touching quietly for a taxi ride I wish would never end. What will the winner want is all I can think as we ride off to her apartment.