Crush

-This is not really a continuation of the previous chapter, but a seperate one entirely. I hadn't actually planned on making this a long story, but I'm having fun with it so it may grow. Thanks for the reviews!-


*Having your best friend know you inside out is one thing. Having her call your bluff about being attracted to a guy is well, another. Especially when she knows that you are at work and he’s there too.*

The day had been going well enough before going to work and she was driving in talking to her friend on the phone.

“My boss told me he was working tonight, I hope he doesn’t show.”

“Why would you say that? We both know how bad you want him,” her friend remarked.

Grinning because she knew it was true, she took a moment to respond. “That may be true, but I know that it’ll never happen,” she replied, vainly attempting to put an end to the subject.

“That is up to you,” her friend taunted.

“He doesn’t date. I’m here, I’ve gotta go. Bye!” She hung up the phone quickly glad to have an excuse to end the conversation. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath she quickly gathered her things and walked into work.

She signed in and got dressed then went out to her tables. As she took people’s orders and made herself busy around the kitchen she noticed that the guy actually hadn’t showed up yet. Somewhat relieved and disappointed she assumed he wasn’t going to show up at all. She sent her friend a message to inform her that he hadn’t shown up, so there was nothing to worry about.

No more than fifteen minutes had passed when she looked up and to her surprise, saw him signing in.

“Shit…” she muttered and quickly turned away. Taking out her phone she sent her friend a message to inform her that her luck stopped holding out and he had showed up. She took a deep breath and turned around to get back to work and almost ran right into him.

“Sorry,” she apologized. “Nice to see you’ve finally showed up,” she smirked.

“Yeah, yeah,” he replied.

They went their separate ways and immediately her mind flashed images of seeing his naked, muscular body much like the images from her dream the other day in class. She again felt the rush of hormones as her body got hot and feeling her face flush she hurried out to attend to her tables.

It didn’t take her friend long to respond to the message, but not in the way that she’d hoped. Checking her message as the phone vibrated she read, ‘You know you wanna be alone with him. To touch him and kiss him and run your hand up his nice smooth stomach…’ Her eyes bulged out of her sockets. “Holy cra-“

“Miss?” a customer took her attention off of her phone. She was grateful for the distraction and couldn’t believe how evil her friend was going to be to her.

Finally getting back into the kitchen she scolded her friend and thoroughly denied the suggestion. Although she admitted to herself that now she was kinda turned on by the idea. She closed her eyes an envisioned just that situation, taking him into the back and holding and kissing him. She could only imagine what was underneath that shirt, and her sliding her hands up and down his stomach feeling his well-toned muscles. She could envision him kissing her neck and his hands exploring her body as well.

She snapped out of her little daydream when the phone vibrated again. ‘I’m going to have to take it off vibrate’ she thought to herself with a smirk. She expected that her friend would’ve just dropped the subject and moved on, but once again she read a message that made her tingle. ‘Don’t you just long to feel his erection grow against you, begging for release as you press up against him? All while he’s moaning your name.’

“Wow,” she exclaimed under her breath.

“What’s that?”

She looked up to her dismay to see him not two feet away from her with a very sexy grin on his face and she blushed. To her surprise she had to squelch the urge to carry out her little fantasy and just take him right there. “Uh, nothing. Nothing at all,” she excused herself quickly.

‘You asshole, he just showed up and I had to leave because of you.’ She sent to her friend. A little bit flustered and wound up, she used the shit-eating grin that she had on her face to go out and attended to her tables. She figured if her friend was going to try to distract her she’d use it to her advantage to smile and get the bigger tips that often came from appearing friendly.

Just as she was bringing some plates back she felt the phone go off again and really wondered whether she should read it or not. Curiosity getting the better of it she pulled out her phone to check it. Just before reading it she glanced up at him then turned around smiling.

‘Why did you have to leave? You can stay. Or better yet, drag him out and pin him against the wall, lift his shirt up and start trailing kisses up and down his chest…’

‘Whoa,’ she thought. She really wanted to kick her friends butt for this, especially because she knew that she was getting vivid mental images of the scenes being described. But then again, she looked up at him again, she really wanted to have her way with him.

As she attempted to collect herself and go back out on the floor, her manager called her over and asked her to go close off a section of the restaurant because it was getting late. Putting down her tray she went to the closet in the back to get some cleaning supplies. Of course everything she needed was on the bottom shelves, so she muttered under her breath and knelt down to get what she needed.

Standing up she rubbed against someone who hadn’t been there just a minute ago. Turning around quickly to apologize she found herself between his arms as he had leaned over her to get something off of a higher shelf just before she stood up. Instantly her body became hot and her mind played with the temptation to pull him in and explore him. He wasn’t but a foot away and she wondered if he knew just what he was doing to her and the tingle came back with vengeance.

After a few awkward seconds he moved his arm and let her out of the closet, as she tried to calm her excited body down enough to walk normally she asked what he was doing. He told her that he had been asked to help her close down the section.
“Oh, well thanks,” she said. ‘Great,’ she thought to herself. She was already picturing him with his shirt unbuttoned and her pushing him down on a tabletop so that she could-

“Well, we better get started,” he said interrupting her thoughts.

“Indeed, lets,” she turned to walk out.

They had almost finished closing off a section of the restaurant and she had been staring at him for most of the time. All that she could picture was pushing him against the wall and kissing him all over his body. She imagined what her friend suggested, wondering what it would be like to feel his erection grow while she pressed against him. Unconsciously she was occasionally looking over to glance at his crotch and wondering just how big he was. She could almost feel him returning her kisses and grinding into her in response to all her touches. When she knew she wouldn’t be able to make it much longer without releasing all the tension she had built up she excused herself and hurried to the restroom.

‘I can’t believe that I’m going to do this,’ she thought to herself. But she needed to release all of the tension in her body that admittedly was her own fault anyways.

She locked herself in the employee bathroom in the back and with a little uncertainty but more than enough desperation. Slowly she slid her hand under her pants and began working her fingers over her clit. She was so sensitive at that point that all of her inhibitions about going at it at work disappeared, and she began to rub herself a little faster. She imagined him being in there with her and completely forgot about where she was, soon she was getting more than a bit religious. It didn’t take her long to climax and when she did she fell against the wall and slid down, unable to trust her knees to support her.
Soon there was a knock on the door and she was a little startled, but it brought her back to her senses. ‘Wow” she thought to herself, “Be out in a minute!” she yelled.

Quickly washing her hands, she couldn’t stop smiling. ‘Well that ought to make it a little easier to make it through the next half hour,’ she thought as she came out of the restroom. She went out to give her tables their checks and got through the rest her evening successfully. She was on her way home soon enough to fully take care of her needs and to ream out her friend for instigating the whole thing.