I'd been working with this firm now for about 5 years, it was a small firm of 6, and we all worked very close together. We bonded, became family in a sense.
That's why this night caught me by surprise.
Molly was hired about 2 years after I was and was assigned to me as her mentor. Basically I taught her the ropes, handing down the knowledge that was given to me 2 years prior.
Like I said earlier it was a small firm and we all worked in one big room that we called the bullpen. Chatting all day, very laid back and relaxed atmosphere.
I'd be lying if I didn't say that there had been some flirtation in the last 3 years, mostly between Molly and I, but it was all just very casual there. Nobody ever took any of it seriously, it was all just playful banter.
In hindsight though, in now realize that it wasn't as innocent as I'd thought.
Molly came to us fresh out of college with a masters degree, she was 24. She was 27 the night of the infamous Holiday Party.
Around Five foot two and barely weighing 100 lbs, very petite and very pale, had long straight blonde hair, hazel eyes, and a slight gap between her front teeth. She didn't dress very conservatively nor very promiscuously either, straddling a safe balance between professional and fun. The occasional too short skirt revealed long slender legs, with slight definition and tone, the occasional too low cut blouse revealed tiny breasts, maybe an A cup, and light freckles down her chest.
The only way to adequately describe her was "adorable". She was cute, with just a hint of sexy thrown in.
The night of the party though, she abandoned cute altogether.
A shirt, skin tight black dress, that accentuated her figure, revealing her legs, form fitting around her seemingly perfectly heart shaped ass. The kind of dress that reveals every flaw she might have had, but she didn't have any. Even her tiny breasts looked like two perfectly picked peaches. The trail of freckles leading down her neckline, leading the way to a treasure trove of sensuality.
She wore thigh high stockings, complete with garter straps, all visible beneath the hem line of her dress, and for the first time, I noticed the freckles on her legs, leading up, under her skirt.
Freckles that drew my eye and mind to places it shouldn't go.
The party this year was a little different, I had recently broken up with Jen, and one of the partners wives had to attend her own company party, to top it off, one of the guys got plastered before we were even seated for dinner and wound up passing out in the lawn outside of the restaurant. I helped get him into his car while his wife drove them home.
In the end, there were only a handful of us at the table that night. The senior partner joked that since Molly and I were both stag, we were each other's dates that night, and everyone just played along, including Molly.
When the night had ended, Molly teasingly put her arm through mine as we left the restaurant and waited for our cars from the valet.
Everyone had already left when they brought my car and I opted to wait with Molly until hers was delivered.
"Such a gentleman" She said, getting up on her tippy toes and giving me a peck on the cheek.
