Go home with Becky

She smiled sweetly at me as we left the private room. We went to the lockers, and redressed ourselves. There was an odd noise from the disabled loo, but we ignored it. Lewis wasn’t there to say goodbye to, so we just left, marking our names on the clipboard list he’d left at the entrance. Then back through the boring office corridor, outside, and into Becky’s car.

We were about half way to my house, when I finally plucked up the courage to ask her about what she’d said earlier.

“In the bedroom, what did you mean – It’s just like I dreamed it would be?”

She went shy for a moment, not answering the question.

“Was it the first time a woman has…you know…eaten you out?” I asked, trying to understand her shyness.

“Oh god no!” she replied to that.

This time it was my turn to be silent, waiting for her to speak. Eventually, she did.

“Um…I’ve had a bit of a girl crush on you, ever since we started working together, two years ago.”

Her car pulled onto my street, and pulled up near the door to my apartment building.

I thought for a second what to say. Then I realised I didn’t need to say anything. I leaned over to her, and kissed her. It wasn’t the kiss of passion and sex, like we’d shared in the club. This was a kiss of true caring.

“Would you like to come up?” I asked, when our lips finally parted.

We left the car together, hand in hand, and walked up the path to my apartment.

Fin.