Texts At Work

Work, coding, was not going smoothly. It was hard to blame yourself for that though considering how much you had on your mind. Usually, you were able to ignore distractions, or at least shift them to the back of your mind when you sat down to start the problem-solving that was managing the latest developments your team had been working on for the startup. You hadn’t even been this distracted when you were in the days leading up to your date with April.

Now, though, you had sex on the brain. It made sense that you would, but it was still frustrating whenever you caught yourself daydreaming about kissing her, or licking her nipples, or wedging your cock into the cleft of her pussy and slowly pushing in. And there you went again.

No one else at the office knew about your date - you had always felt weird when your coworkers were talking about their dating lives at work, so you’d kept your mouth shut because you tried not to be a hypocrite. Now, though, you wanted to talk to someone about it. Not about the sex, obviously, but about the date itself and how you were feeling. You wanted more perspective so you could feel sure about how it ended.

Just after lunch, when you couldn’t stand it anymore, you decided that if ignoring the problem wasn’t working then maybe engaging with it would make it go away fast. Pulling out your phone, you opened up your texts and found April.

You’d forgotten that the only things that had been sent between the two of you were the nudes. In a panic you dropped your phone, looking around - your area of the office was semi-open and your coworkers and team members were around, but thankfully no one seemed to have been looking over you or over your shoulder. You picked up your phone and quickly sent a series of texts, one word at a time.

Need. To. Push. Pictures. Up. Feed. OK. Almost. There.

As you started typing out your actual message, April responded with a crying laughing emoji and a kissing lips emoji. That made you grin a little, but you still typed and erased your message six times as you second-guessed what you were trying to say.

Ollie, baby, I can see you typing and stopping over and over. Just send the message, April sent.

You felt yourself flushing again and pressed send.

Hello, beautiful. I was thinking about you.

Aww, my heart! She sent back. I was thinking about you too. I had a lot of fun last night, even before the FUN.

I did too, you responded. I can’t wait to see you again. Do you need to leave the city any time soon?

In a couple of weeks, but only for a few days, April texted. NDA job, so I can’t tell you for what.

“Hey, Ollie,” your coworker Tim called over to you. “You OK over there?”

“Pardon?” you asked, looking up from your phone.

“You’re grinning like you might break your face, buddy,” he chuckled. “What’s up?”

“Just some good news,” you said. “Not mine to share though.”

Tim smirked and shook his head before going back to his work, and you noticed several other coworkers glancing over at you questioningly.

You went back to your phone but saw that April had sent you a voice note. You had to dig your earbuds out of your desk drawer and plug them in, and then were very happy that you did.

“Hey, my big dick stud,” April said, putting on a low, sexy voice as she spoke. “I woke up this morning alone in the hotel bed and wishing you were there with me. I can’t wait for us to get together again. And this time I’m going to plan the date myself, so will you go out with me, Ollie?”

You gulped, and then listened to it again, delighting in her voice. Then you texted her back.

Good thing I put in earbuds to listen to that. Yes, I would love to, April.

She sent back an apology and more crying laughing emoji faces, followed by a picture of her making a kissy face at the camera of her phone.

You had to put your phone away before you really did break your face from smiling.

“Hikaru, just sit down,” you sighed, pulling out the chair for her at the little kitchen table.

She sat, or more appropriately collapsed, into the chair. You could tell that something was going on with her almost as soon as you walked in the door after getting home from work, but for the first fifteen minutes, she’d just acted weird.

“What’s wrong?” you asked as you sat across from her. “Did something happen on the job hunt today?”

“No,” she grunted and flushed a little as she looked away from you. “I took the day off. I had a bad morning and I tried to find a way to turn it around, so I didn’t get much of anything done.” She looked up at him, her brow furrowed into a crease. “Please don’t be mad at me, I just needed to take the day. I know I need to find something.”

“Why would I be mad?” you asked. “Hikaru, you spend every day trying to find something that makes sense for you. It’s been weeks and you keep hitting walls. I totally understand you being frustrated by that and needing a day off.”

She frowned, and that frown developed into a soft cry as she slowly lowered her head to the table. You shushed her softly, coming around the table and rubbing her back through her shirt. She’d been pushing hard, which was understandable, but maybe you should have stepped in sooner to make her take a Saturday off at least.

“It’ll be OK,” you assured her. “Just sit here and breathe a bit. I’ll go make dinner and-”

“No!” she said, sitting upright and then standing. “No. Ollie, I’m making dinner. You just got home from work, and I’ve been here all day. I need to do it.”

“No you don’t,” you said. “You said you’re having a bad day. It’s-”

She gave you a look that was petulant and demanding at the same time and pushed past you headed for the kitchen. “I don’t want to hear it, Oliver. I’m making you dinner, and that’s final.”

She got to work, and you retreated to your room to change from your work clothes. What the heck was that? You’d never seen Hikaru so forceful, usually when the two of you argued over who would cook it was playful banter, but this time she’d demanded that she do it. That, coupled with her acting weird, had you wondering if maybe it wasn’t the job hunt after all.

You ended up texting Hannah while still in your room, asking if you could meet up later at her place so you could talk to her about something.

Sure, she replied almost instantly. Come on over whenever. I’ll be home.

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