Juno was a young woman of 24 who worked in a customer-service center. She was a very pretty, petite girl with an old-fashioned hourglass figure. She had long brown hair to her lower back, beautifully shaped C cup breasts, and a small curvy waist. Her job was uninteresting, except for one thing- Lee, her co-worker. He'd started working in her office several months before, and they'd quickly become friends, even going out after work sometimes to have drinks. Although she found him very attractive, he was technically her subordinate, and younger, too. She felt that it would be unprofessional to approach him, although he'd often flirted with her in small ways that led her to wonder if he was interested in something more than an office friendship.
It was hardly possible not to think about Lee at work. He was 21 years old and about five foot ten. He had an extremely well-built body that was strong and well-muscled though lean. He had short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, with small lines at the corners. Juno thought this feature was particularly sexy, especially in a younger man, as he had a way of smirking sarcastically so that the lines at his eyes showed more clearly, and perfectly complimented his well-shaped lips as he smiled.
Lee's looks alone were enough to warrant frequent daydreams and pre-occupying fantasies, but his attitude made it even better. Juno loved men with a sense of humor, who would argue with her and could keep up with her quick wit. One of the things she loved about Lee was the fact that he never shied away from an opportunity to make some sort of comment or joke and even tease her about being so short. She could tell that even though he was picking on her, he liked the way she looked, and never meant any real insult with his kidding.
On a Friday afternoon, when work was done and the week was over, they decided to go out to a local bar that they visited from time to time. Juno was looking forward to relaxing and having a drink, and getting the work-day off her mind. Spending time with Lee away from work was always ten times more pleasurable than during it. She knew that they could joke and talk more openly about things that were inappropriate in the work-place. In no time, they were having cocktails (The usual bloody mary for him, amaretto sour for her) and laughing together.
It was like any other night after work, but slowly something began to become apparent to her. Maybe it was the way he stopped talking once or twice and seemed to get lost staring at her face for a few moments. Perhaps it was the way that he seemed to take more care to touch her when they were talking; a hand on the shoulder, a quick graze of his body against her when he walked by her to get another drink, and even once a brushing of her hair out of her eyes, his fingers barely skimming across the skin of her face. She became distracted from the conversation, wondering... wishing he'd touch her again.
Over the course of the evening, they both ordered more drinks, and soon were a little more drunk than they usually allowed themselves to become. Juno was exited by the attention he was giving her, but still wondered if she wasn't only making it all up in her head. She decided not to do anything unless she got a more clear sign. Instead she tried to focus on the conversation and getting back to having a fun, relaxing evening.
As the evening wore on, the conversation became more animated, more heated. They began to tease one another as they frequently did, arguing and debating over trivial things. He said she never wanted to go out and have fun anymore- hadn't it been almost a month since the last time they had drinks?! She quickly shot back that she worked hard and didn't have time to always be goofing around with him- he was such a child sometimes! With that remark, she gave him a gentle shove with her fingertips against his chest. He stood up, and so did she. He took one step towards her, an almost menacing look on his face. "I couldn't have really made him angry," she thought to herself. But he stepped even closer, his body actually touching hers, a sly grin slowly creeping across his face. She was not ready to concede defeat in this argument, silly and pointless though it may be. She reached up to shove him away from her again, and this time he grabbed both of her wrists with his strong hands and held them there against his chest.
She wasn't sure what to make of this, and her first instinct was to indignantly struggle to free her hands. Although he stood steadfast and held onto her wrists, he didn't speak. Possibly he hadn't thought of what to do next, but the moment of indecision didn't last long. Juno was caught between being turned on and very annoyed at his nerve- grabbing her like that. She struggled against him, but was starting to become more intrigued by his behavior and less and less angered by it.
