I looked down at my friend, and bent down a little bit which made her move back scared. I Kissed her on her cheek which seemed to knock her for a loop...as well. ‘Take care of yourself babe have a nice life.’ With that I turned on my heels. The sound of her sobs was ringing in my ears while I was going down the elevator. Why show endearment to her. Hello? Rule 22: don’t give them a reason to call you a bitch. Now she can’t pin nasty comments on me and cover up her shame with anger. Nope I showed. But I didn’t had any intentions of having some sex kind of thing with him I knew that he liked my body but he was a good friend of mine I went in to prepare some tea as he was watching cricket he came in the kitchen and asked if I needed some help I nodded then he asked if I had some vcd’s of movies and I told him the place where they were and he went away to c them. Meanwhile I prepared tea and by the timeI was back he was ready with the cd he said “we are going to watch have today” it was a. Trusting his judgment, she touched his arms, the left covered in tattoos of dragons that he brought back from Japan and on his right, scars on his shoulders from Afghanistan. At first, when he returned, he could only stand to be touched by her when he was numbed with liquor. Then the liquor wasn’t even enough so he drank more. And more. And more. He kissed her neck gently, once for each of the months he’d abandoned her at home and while went to the bar to drink to forget. He kissed her. After the manager had gone we sorted out the kitchen then went to the staff room to get changed out of our greasy uniforms, once again I saw the bulge in his white Ben Sherman boxers as he pulled off his uniform trousers, I stood there in front of him with my cock growing in my own boxers, I never hid the fact I was perving on him, I knew I had to act fast,“I love your boxers Chris are they cotton or elasticated” I asked“Don’t know mate”“is it ok if I feel them” and before he got the chance to.