After 15 years with the company, I decided it was time to move on. A competitor had made me an offer I couldn't refuse so, as much as I enjoyed my current job, it was time for a new challenge.
The afternoon of my last day, I was headed out of the department to grab a fresh cup of coffee when I heard, "Hey, Mark! Got a minute?" It was Emily, one of the team leaders in the department. Her office was the closest to the exist of the area.
I stopped and walked back to her office door. "For you? Yeah, sure!" I said brightly.
"Great! Come on in, please? Close the door behind you."
Emily was a firey redhead with girl-next-door good looks. Although she wasn't tall - maybe 5' 6" - she had incredible curves and breasts that definitely didn't match her frame. We'd always had a good working relationship, but nothing a flirty or anything of that nature. About the only time she called me into her office was if there was a problem she needed help with, never to just chat.
"So, what's up? What's the problem?"
"Oh no! No problem. I just wanted to...talk." She suddenly seemed very nervous and unsure of herself, which was unlike her. "I, uh, I...so, I guess this is your last day, huh?"
"Yup, sure is."
We proceeded to chat about my new project and reminisce about the years we've worked together and the various projects we've worked on. Suddenly, her door burst open and another team leader, Amanda, flew into the room.
"Ohmagawd! Are you doing it?! Are you going to do it?!" Amanda was a tall, athletic blonde who was much more gregarious and animated than Emily. She and I had a more flirty friendship, but that's all it ever was. That's how Amanda was with everybody.
Emily was obviously annoyed and embarrassed. "Well, I was working up to it. Maybe."
"And you didn't call me?! You know I wanted to see this, too!"
"Sorry. I just...I forgot."
I wondered what kind of surprise they had cooked up for my last day. "Oh, shit. What are you two up to?"
"Ha!" Amanda nudged Emily. "Emily's got something she wants to ask you." Emily's face went beet red. "Wait! Let me close the blinds! Okay, go ahead."
"Well...I...I've heard..."
"We've heard!"
"Right. We've heard...well, you know, girls talk...and, you know..."
"For Christ's sake! Spit it out, woman!" Amanda implored.
Emily scowled at her friend. "Fine." She turned back to me. "Well...we've heard that, you know, you're...you're really...big."
I felt a confused look contort my face. "Big?"
"Yeah. You know...big."
"No, I really don't know. Big...how?"
Emily looked up at Amanda with almost pleading eyes. "Ha!" Amanda was enjoying watching her friend twist in the breeze. "Don't look at me. This is your deal. I'm just here to observe."
"Grrrrrrr," Emily growled. "You know...big." She paused and sighed. "You know. We've heard that you've got a big...dick."
My eyebrows rose and my jaw dropped. "Oh! Well, um..."
"And I was wondering if I, you know, if I could see it before, you know, you leave."
I was speechless. "I...well...(ahem)"
"All the girls talk about it," Amanda chimed in. "At least, the ones you've banged around here. I'm actually kind of insulted you never tried to tap my shit."
"Oh! Well, um...sorry. I just never..."
She waved a dismissive hand at me. "Ha! Nah, I'm just yankin' your chain. But, no, seriously..."
We sat there in silence for a few moments before Emily finally said, "I'm sorry. I should've never asked. I'm sorry. I'm so embarrassed."
Now I felt bad. "No no! Don't feel bad! I'm the one that should be sorry. I mean, you know, you kind of caught me off guard is all."
"I know. I'm sorry."
"So, I mean, are you serious? Do you really want to see it?"
Emily nodded hesitantly. "Yes."
I smiled. "Okay! Ha! Where are the cameras? This is a prank, right?"
Amanda spoke up. "Jesus Christ, dude! This isn't a prank! It's not a joke. We just want to see if what they say is true. Fuck! Either show it don't show it. But I've got shit to do!"
"Okay. Okay," I said calmly. "If you really want to see it." I took their silence as "yes".
When I stood up, suddenly their gaze concentrated on my crotch. To be honest, although the topic had caught me off guard, I found the conversation. I had a severe bulge in my pants that was begging to be set free. The sound of my belt buckle and zipper cut through the silence. Their eyes were glued to my groin. I reached into my boxers. Then stopped.
"Tell you what. I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
Shock raced across both their faces.
"Our...what?" Emily asked.
"I'll settle for your tits. Show me your tits, I show you my..." I shook my hidden beef.
The girls looked at each other.
Amanda laughed. "Don't look at me! It's your call."
"But...but you wanted to see it, too!"
I smiled at Amanda and nodded. "Tits or leave."
"Oh for fuck's sake," Amanda grumbled. After a short pause, she started to pull her top over her head. "I don't fuckin' get it," she complained under her breath. "I don't understand what the fascination is with tits." She laid top on the counter and reached behind her back to unsnap her bra. "They're just two mounds of flesh on a woman's chest. Jesus." She laid the bra on her shirt and held her arms out wide. "There. Happy now?" Her dark brown areolas encircled a pair of stiff nipples centered on a set of small, perky mounds of flesh.
"I'm not unhappy," I chuckled.
Our eyes turned to Emily.
"Oh! Right." She paused. "Oh my God," she sighed. "Okay." She began to pull the sweater over her head. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she muttered under her sweater just before it came over her head, revealing a lacy white bra stretched to its limits.
Amanda laughed. "Ha! I can...beause you're such a slut! Ha!"
Emily shot Amanda a look. "Shut up! I am not!"
Emily's eyes danced between my face and Amanda's hoping one of us would make her stop, but no such reprieve came. She reached behind her back. I was practically salivating as the straps slid down in her arms. She looked away when she finally pulled the garment away, revealing an incredible pair of white, full, and firm breasts.
"Whoa," I breathed.
"What? She gets a 'whoa' and I get nothing? Just because she's got big titties? Men suck," Amanda huffed.
"I'm sorry," Emily said quietly.
"Don't be sorry. She's just jealous," I said playfully.
"Jealous of what? Her future back problems because she has to carry those fuckin' things around? Fuck that." Her comment made me laugh and Emily smile. She nodded at me. "Okay, Romeo. We showed you ours. Let's see yours."
With one hand I pulled down the waistband of my boxers and the other exposed the beast.
Emily's hands flew to her mouth. "(gasp!) Oh my God!"
Amanda's jaw dropped. "Holy shit!" She regained her composure and asked, "How the fuck do you walk around with that thing in your pants?!"
I smiled back at her. "Very carefully."