The CoWorker Chronicles: Working Towards a Common Goal (Part 3 of 12, M/F) | 2016

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I won't keep you too much. Without further adieu, let's jump back into my 19 year old self's crazy, conflicted life.

After me and Julia's crazy little public escapade, we went back to work. I'm going to choose to give you guys a little background on Julia here. I've described her, but she could have easily been a model. She is absolutely beautiful. But she's been cheated on in pretty much every relationship she's been in. And so have I. This is going to be very important in the last part of this story.

She also made "bank" for such a young woman. We live in New York State, about two hours out of Buffalo, and she worked at a factory plant (she had a sexual, then romantic relationship with her boss there. I'd have loved to hear more about that, but not at this point. I was actually falling for her.), making more than twenty dollars an hour. Now, I have worked since graduation, so I'm not entirely sure how unemployment works, but we were making nine dollars an hour and when we came into work the next day, I found out that she didn't have to accept a job that paid less than 15 bucks an hour for the next 3 years.

When I came into work the next day was when I discovered just how hard she was trying to get fired. Of course, I was dejected. Anytime you're in an inter-office relationship, you get scared of it ending if one person quits. And a lot of times, it's just that. It ends, because the thrill is gone.

But Julia and I, our relationship was evolving past that at this point. I had kicked my ex girlfriend out. After everything that was going on with Julia and what she did to me, I ended up finding out that she was fucking other guys, making her the ultimate hypocrite. It took the police, a broken rib and six hours, but she was gone.

Obviously, I'm not going to ever ask a girl I actually know for less than a month to live with me. That's an important step in a relationship and I don't want to minimize it. But I did ask her if she wanted to come over for dinner.

She came over for dinner. And explained to me that her fiance has started suspecting something, and she isn't quite ready to leave him, since if she didn't get along with her family and it'd be too awkward to live with me at this point. I made her dinner (lemon pepper baked chicken and white rice, my favorite dish, and now her's too!) and we watched a movie and started cuddling. Halfway through Training Day, she started touching my dick, and that familiar sensation started back up.

That's when her fiance called her and told her that he got into a fight at the bar and she needed to come bail him out. I was pissed off, because this was the first time that I ever realized just how difficult the situation I had gotten myself into would be. She was with this guy for six years. She couldn't just leave him overnight.

I won't get into that though. She left, and she had the next two days off, two days where there wasn't too much contact. We'll pick this story up on Monday.

That Monday, I was genuinely excited for work. They were making us do some sensitivity training on the computers, so half of us wouldn't be on the phones for half of the day. The other half would go after that. Of course, I used the time for the training, which I breezed through in an hour, to check Facebook and NFL.com.

She was about an hour late to work, and it was obvious she had been crying. Without realizing it, or really caring, I got up and walked towards her. She saw me...and she walked the other way.

She may as well have just spat in my face. She sat with Manwhore that day. We didn't talk the whole time until my lunch break. We usually did lunch together at that point (not just like in Part 2, the time we spent getting to know each other and being afraid of making a move on each other made this happen. We were best friends at that point.) She clocked out 45 minutes before me, and I didn't expect to see her. I took extra time at the bar getting my food, and I had half an hour left when I went back over.

Julia was waiting for me outside the bar. Now, this woman was probably my best friend at the time, but she was not someone I wanted to see at this time. I ignored her and walked towards the building we worked at.

I was halfway across a busy street when she yelled "I definitely deserved that." That made me stop and turn around. She walked towards me, and I almost got hit by a car waiting for her. She kissed me, full on the lips, and told me that she needed to talk to me. I told her I had half an hour left, and to make it quick (I was still pissed off.)

"I slept with Mark last night and I told him about you after."

There was quite a disconnect at this point in the story. We weren't even dating, but it had gotten to the point that I wasn't even talking to other girls. I didn't even try to talk to her the rest of that shift.

About an hour before I had to leave, HR called me and asked me to work a double. I needed the money so I said yes. What followed that call was some of the most boring 5 hours of my life.

Eventually, it was time for my dinner break. I didn't even have Julia on my mind at this point. I put it completely out of my mind. I wasn't immediately hungry, so I decided to go to the breakroom instead of the bar.

Julia was sitting in there all alone, crying. I was still furious at her, but I was so surprised to see her that I couldn't help but to go sit with her. I kept my distance at first, but after five minutes of mostly silence, I remembered, and I coldly asked "Why are you still here? You hate this place and you're trying to get fired."

"For you."

I have dated a lot of losers before this and definitely after the time frame of this story. I have never had a girl wait four hours for me, basically in ground zero, for me, just to talk to me. I held her for a bit, then I told her that I wanted to take a walk. She wasn't crying at this point, so she said okay.

A little background on the building we worked at. It was a renovated building with 12 floors. 8 of them were in use. 4 of them were completely empty. The same guy owned the whole building and never bothered to check up on it.

It was raining outside, so we walked back up the steps and we found ourselves on an abandoned floor. We usually held hands, showed plenty of affection (when nobody was around) and were generally very boyfriend and girlfriend like. We had looked at each other (or rather, I only looked at her) about 4 times that day. Finally, I looked at her. And I found her beautiful, wet brown eyes looking right back.

She kissed me. I was shocked, but I returned the kiss. She kept saying she was sorry in between kisses. I told her we'd get past it. The kissing got deeper, and I didn't realize just how hot the situation had gotten, but we were making out on a stairwell at my place of employment.

My dick certainly knew just how sexy this situation had gotten. But I didn't realize it until she felt it, and dragged me by it into the abandoned floor. Now, for people who have been reading this, it may seem hard to believe that this happened, as the odds of us not getting caught seemed extremely slim. But this place was teeming with inter-office relationships, people cheating on their significant others, and just all-around sluttiness. So it's not as amazing as you'd think. I'm 100% sure that we are not the first two people to go down this path at work.

I didn't know how much time I had left, but once she closed the stairway door behind us, I stopped caring. I was hers. She took my dick out, and started sucking it in that same familiar, amazing way. Of course, I was still agitated, even if I wasn't mad really anymore, so I was a bit rough with her. I grabbed handfuls of her hair and started hammering her throat.

She liked it! I would stop and she would make me keep doing it. I almost came, but I did realize that I was working with limited time here, so I didn't, because if I did, I would probably keep it up, and we'd be in this hall for hours.

With much regret, I took my dick out of her mouth. She gave an incredibly slutty whimper. It was forgotten as soon as I stood her up and put her against the wall. She was wearing a long skirt, and no panties! I got even harder. I stuck my dick fully inside her, and started humping her against this wall. The whole floor was shaking with the force I was using on her.

This was angry, makeup sex at its finest, but I can't deny how hot it was to be plowing this girl at my work. I almost came again, but once again, I pulled out. Another whimper. "Turn around."

She did. And I stuck my dick in her ass, with only her vaginal juices to lubricate it. My head was fully in before she realized (she was that wet, probably from the blowjob) and she was pushing back at that point, seemingly bypassing the pain portion of anal sex (honestly, I'm such a novice at anal sex. I've probably done it five or six times. I'm just not that big of a fan.) As soon as I was balls-deep, she squirted.

Right there.

All over the floor.

Of course we didn't even try to clean it up. I did take my undershirt off to help her clean what was on her.

I wasn't expecting her to squirt so fast, so somehow, my dick found itself out of her ass. After she cleaned herself off, she started sucking my dick again, which to this day is still the only time I have ever received ass-to-mouth head. Once again tapping into forces I didn't know existed into my own self-restraint, I stopped her. Standing up, she straddled my dick.

Another side note, I was thirty pounds lighter at this point, and as I've stated, she is not even a little fat, but for the first time since I met her, I realized she wasn't lying about how much she weighed. I almost fell trying to keep her in the air. She rode it up and down twice before I had to pull out. Even her wet snatch wasn't worth me breaking my back.

We put it back in after she put her back against the wall, and we started fucking like that again. Eventually, after about five minutes of us grinding into each other, I told her to lock her legs around me.

"But you almost fell" In between moans.

"Do it, baby."

It was the first time I had called her anything but her actual name. She did it, and I started plowing into her with the most force I could muster. I don't know how I was keeping her in the air at this point, but I was.

I fucked her with absolute brute force and sheer brutality, yet with absolute tenderness. I kissed her like a lover as I fucked her like a porn star. Eventually, our animal instincts took over and the kisses got sloppy.

I stopped caring about holding back. I figured it was probably near time to go back in, and I wanted to get my rocks off.

"Damn, babe, I'm about to fucking bust!"

"Put it in that tight pussy baby!"

"You want that -oh shit, this is good- shit in your tight ass pussy?"

"I want that nut in -HOLY SHIT- my tight ass pussy!"

"Call me daddy"

"Daddy, pretty please put your-oh my god baby don't stop!- cum in my tight pussy"

"Say it again"

"Pretty please, daddy, put it in my tight...OH MY GOD, I'M FUCKING CUMMING!"

I felt her pussy contract on my dick, and I lost it. I blew my load DEEP in her snatch. And it was (as expected) a monster load. I must have shot at least twenty times before my dick just started pulsing.

After that, we just sat there for ten minutes, basking in the afterglow of our sex. That's when I looked at my phone.

HOLY SHIT, I WAS 45 MINUTES LATE!

I kissed her, and promising to text her, I left her in the sex-filled abandoned hallway. I had no clue what I'd tell HR, and I'm sure at least one of the five messages I had waiting for me was from them, so before I left, I checked my phone. Nothing yet. I went downstairs, and while I was on the elevator, I got this message from Julia:

"We need to talk about us."

This is where Part 3 is going to end. Coming up in The CoWorker Chronicles, a bunch of bad decisions for both your favorite protagonist of the story and his sexy lady friend. I won't spoil the rest. You'll just have to read, The CoWorker Chronicles, Part 4!

Thanks for the feedback on what I should write about. However, I am going to start writing a different story as soon as I end this. It takes place after this series does. Thank you again for the positive feedback and I hope to hear more!