Make interpersonal relationships with my friend

This is a new story called “Make interpersonal relationship with my friend” let’s begin….. Daicy and I had worked together for a number of years and had developed a close office friendship, frequently lunching together and even traveling together to the half dozen yearly trade shows requiring a company presence.

She was very pretty in that “girl next door” kind of way, with long strawberry blonde hair and a softly freckled face. I admired her sharp intelligence and business skills, and besides having a great sense of humor she had the cutest grin I’ve ever seen — a mischievous crooked smile that always warmed me to see.

We were both comfortable with a relationship that was affectionate and at times a little flirtatious within certain boundaries; she was married and I was living with a girlfriend, and since it was understood that neither of us were considering changing our situations we both felt safe in growing close to each other as “just friends.”

Well, all that changed within a period of six months. The first thing to happen was for my girlfriend to break up with me and move out of our apartment. It wasn’t completely unexpected, as there had been friction between us ever since she caught me browsing a BDSM website a few months earlier; she had no interest in kink, and to her the pictures of women in bondage she found me looking at were offensive. It changed how she thought of me, and no matter what I said there was no going back.

But I could never bring myself to explain to her the real reason I found the images erotic; that even though I was looking at women in bondage, in reality I was a closet submissive. I could barely admit it to myself, perhaps sticking to pictures of submissive women instead of men kept it at a distance, but the fact was I had longings to be tied up myself — and to be punished. In fact, I learned from a one-time visit to a professional dominatrix that I was somewhat of a pain slut, even though the experience was far from what I was ultimately looking for.

Less expected was when Daicy broke the news to me over lunch that she was divorcing her husband Xavier. I was surprised, thinking all was well with their marriage, but I didn’t press her for the particulars out of a sense that she preferred not to discuss it; I think the only reason she even shared the news with me at all was because I was pressing her about why she had seemed preoccupied for a few days.

As the next few weeks passed by though Daicy gradually became her old self, making jokes and laughing at mine, and I was happy to see that crooked grin return. I was always attracted to her, and since we were now both “available” I started to think about what it would be like to be in a romantic relationship with her.

The thought of it was very appealing to me, but I kept dismissing it. I knew she needed time to fully heal from her broken marriage, but I was also really gun shy about beginning a new relationship after the experience of my kinky interests ruining things with my former girlfriend. I assumed Daicy was probably every bit as “vanilla” as she was, and I wasn’t ready to go through that again.

Eventually another trade show came up, this one in Las Vegas, and it was decided that once again it would be Johnson  and Daisy staffing our company booth. These assignments always fell to us because we were the most personable customer-facing people at the company and the best public speakers as well, but I imagine there were some who wondered if there was something going on between us with all the traveling we did together.

It would be our first such trip since our mutual return to the singles market, but all things considered I had no reason to think that things would be any different between us. We got into town in the morning and went straight to the Convention Center from the airport, where all the signage, literature and giveaways we’d need were waiting for us in sealed cartons. Being well practiced at this we had our booth set up in a half hour and proceeded to put in a full day’s work.

At the end of the day we took a shuttle bus to our hotel and checked into our separate rooms to grab a shower and a change of clothes. We met up an hour later in the hotel lobby and headed off to find some dinner, both of us dressed comfortably in jeans. Daisy looked great, and as we began chatting about our day at the conference the thought of a romance with her again crossed my mind… and began taking center stage in my thoughts.

I started asking myself why I should resist it just because of my BDSM “baggage” when Daicy and I seemed to be such a good match in every other way. Kink isn’t everything, I told myself, and even sex isn’t everything; we had common interests, conversation was always easy, and I just felt good being around her. I made up my mind that at the right time I’d let her know how I felt, and then the big question would be whether she had any interest in getting involved with me.

Our company was planning to announce an exciting new product on the second day of the conference and we were anxiously awaiting a presentation deck to be sent to us from the home office after some last-minute revisions. Checking her iPhone during dinner Daicy saw it had come in, and suggested we go back to her room to review it so we’d be ready to do the presentation in the conference hall tomorrow.

We were both a bit keyed up about the product launch and I asked her if she’d like to drink some wine while we looked at the materials. She said sure, and rather than pay those ridiculous minibar prices I bought a bottle of wine from the restaurant to take back with us. We made our way up to her room and she sat down on a small sofa after setting up her laptop on the coffee table in front of it; I grabbed a couple of glasses and poured us some wine, sitting down to her right.

“Do you mind if I take my trainers off Johnson ? My feet are killing me, I promise my feet don’t smell too bad,” she said with a laugh.

“Well of course you can, hey it’s your place,” I said, “and I think I’ll do the same.”

It was a long presentation and we had both drained a couple of glasses of wine by the time we finished going through it.

“This came out great!” I proclaimed, putting my arm around Daicy and squeezing her shoulder. I moved my hand down between her shoulder blades and gave her back an affectionate little rub, adding, “The office did a nice job on this, I think our presentation will hit it out of the park!”

“Oh, don’t stop Johnson ,” she said as I started to take my hand away, “I’m so stiff from standing all day.”

“Turn left a little and let me get at you with both hands,” I said.

She turned so her back was to me and I began kneading her shoulders and rubbing the back of her neck. “Boy, you really are tense,” I said. “Mm-hmm,” she replied, “that feels good.”

I remember a movie where Matt Damon’s character said, ‘Sometimes all you need is 20 seconds of insane courage.’ Well, I decided it was time for my 20 seconds. It was not the first time I’d given Daicy a neck rub… but it was the first time I bent forward, moved her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck while doing it.

I had no idea how she would react, but I was thrilled when she softly sighed, raised her head and arched her back, her body leaning back against me.

Breathing in the scent of her hair, I kissed her neck again and she turned around to face me. Looking into my eyes with that crooked grin on her face she asked, “What are you doing Johnson ?”

“Oh, just something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time,” I replied, gently brushing her hair from her forehead.

I leaned in to kiss her, my heart racing as my lips touched hers, and it was electric when she parted her lips and I first felt the soft touch of her tongue. We embraced and kissed deeply, exploring each other’s mouths as our bodies pressed together.

I was lost in her warmth and the feel of her back and shoulders and under my hands. She was making delicate little sounds as I stroked her hair, moving it back to expose an ear, which I traced with my finger. I was on Cloud Nine thinking she might want me as much as I wanted her!

But after a few minutes she broke away from our embrace and took my hands in hers, bringing them down to her lap. “Johnson , I’ve been wanting this too,” she said, “but let’s talk about it a little.”

“Sure Daicy,” I replied, “I hope I haven’t made you uncomfortable.” I wondered if she had concerns along the lines of needing to take things slowly, or perhaps it being unwise to begin a workplace relationship.

Daicy kept hold of my hands but cast her eyes downward as she said to me, “No, it’s not that. I really have thought about you and I being together. Lately I’ve been thinking about it a lot, Johnson . But… I think I want to tell you something about me, and it’s going to be really hard to explain.”

“I’m really glad you’ve thought about it too Daicy,” I told her, “and you can tell me anything and I’m sure I’ll understand, I want to know whatever it is.”

I couldn’t imagine what she wanted to tell me. Did she have an STD, or some kind of physical issue? At that moment my heart was open to understanding and accepting my feelings for her.

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