I had written about a former co-worker, Jen, before and how we wound up in bed together. We had a good time but we both knew it wouldn't last. She got a boyfriend and I found a girlfriend closer to my age. I also took a job at a different company. Jen and I still remained friends and often got together for drinks after work. Most of the conversation was about how she hated the company she was working for and her boyfriend and her were having problems.
For those who have not read my prior story I will describe Jen. Jen is not the typical lady I would be attracted to. She is 5'7" slender build. Small chested. I prefer blondes with a little bit of meat on them. She has a beautiful smile and when she laughs she is sexy for some reason.
She would ask how my life was going. I felt guilty telling her that things were great. I loved my new job and my girlfriend and I were in a great relationship.
Three weeks ago I get a text from Jen. "Want to meet for Happy Hour?"
I text back, "Sure when and where?"
She texted back, "Usual place, 3:00."
Usual place meant $2.00 strong drinks until 6:00.
My girlfriend knows about Jen as being a close friend. Jen helped me a lot when I lost my wife. I didn't want to live anymore and I drank way too much. She was a true friend then that turned into a little sexual relationship. However, I didn't tell my girlfriend about the sex as that was well behind us and was never going there again.
I left work early and met Jen that Thursday and met at the bar. She looked sad and was two drinks ahead of me.
She greeted me with a hug and said, "Hey Bri, thanks for coming. Guess I might as well tell you right away, my boyfriend broke up with me via text this morning."
After talking a bit we resolved she was better off and it was time she moved on with her life.
Jen had a habit of wearing lose fitting tops and a bra a size too big for her. I suppose since she is barley a B cup it might be hard for her to find a good fitting bra. However, every time she would lean forward I would get a partial glimpse of her nipples. This sent memories back to when we had sex. I was starting to feel horny.
"Well Bri, it's after 6. Happy Hour is over. Let's go to my place I have what we are drinking there.
"All right. I are you ok to drive Jen?"
"I am fine."
I followed Jen to her place. Once inside she said, "I have to go to the bathroom. Mix us some drinks."
I made us our drinks and then went to use the guest bathroom. I figured she was using her bathroom in the bedroom since the guest bathroom door was open. I walk in and Jen is sitting on the toilet. She laughs and said, "Oops, guess I should have closed the door. I am used to living by myself."