dexter's lab 2

over the next few weeks, dexter and i had gotten along well.

so well, in fact, that even officemates had begun commenting on it among themselves and to me.

"i've never seen him like this before."
"he usually is very aloof."
"dexter doesn't have a lot of friends."

i usually arrive early because we were on flexi hours, and i'd catch dexter early as well.

he would often put his arms around me, and bury his head in my neck, and then proclaim that i smell good.
then, we would have coffee, chat a little, and go to work.

sometimes i would receive a call from him, asking how i was doing, if i needed any more training.
looking back, maybe i should've taken him up on his offers. but i was innocent then. hehe.

eventually the calls turned naughty.

"lobton tika ron!" would be the first thing he'd say.
"gusto ka ana, no?" would be my laughing reply.
the calls would lass less than a minute, but would come regularly.

i started to notice him differently.

his chest was moulded firmly. he had a slight belly, which i would rub sometimes.

his bubble butt complemented his noticeably protruding bulge, which everyone commented on.

he was dark-skinned and had facial hair, both my weaknesses.

i started to like him sexually.

dexter would ask me to give him neck massages, and didn't seem to mind if i strayed a little farther.

he started to get a little physical too. he would sometimes squeeze my body parts, as if he was imagining something else.

and he wouldn't mind if i squeezed him back.

except i have a rule: don't shit in your own backyard.