Phillip invited some of us from the office to his house for an afternoon barbecue and to discuss one of the most awaited days in our line of business, national convention but most importantly, awards night. It's that one night in a year where we all must come looking formal, serious, hardworking adults who thrive on designing and conceptualizing brand image. Those of us designers, lucky and inventive enough to get nominated for best creative design in certain categories, get a trophy and recognition award.
This barbecue though, was mostly get together of the boys, yes, no female colleagues around. Most probably because we talk about them and the need for younger, sexier ladies in the workplace. So there we were, in the huge backyard, a good distance from the house, with beers in hand, chatting about nothing even remotely close to work really.
I turned to the side and noticed a familiar figure from afar. Ah yes, the beautiful Katie yet again. She was sitting on a couch on the veranda on the second floor, her long legs stretched out. I could only make out a short white skirt and her hair, blowing away from the wind, the rest of her was covered by the back of the couch. Her back was turned to us. I grinned at the hope that I could be there with her, caressing her skin, just admiring her face. All I could picture out though was her face when she was in so much pleasure, her eyes closed, her lips partially open, little moans purring out.
Suddenly, a figure popped up in front of her, a man... well, a boy really. He was probably about her age, white, sandy brown hair, about 6feet tall, athletic. For a moment, I thought I felt a touch of jealousy well up inside me. Then, Katie stood up as well and I realized they were arguing.
"Don't mind them," I heard Phillip say. I realized I must've been staring up at them for far too long and turned to the group.
"Oh, looks like somebody's picking on your little girl," one of the guys remarked.
"Ah, they're always like that," Phillip replied, "which is why I don't worry at all that she has him for a boyfriend. Eventually, she'll realize he's an ass and leave. She's a smart girl." He took a sip of his beer and looked elsewhere.
I took one last glance and looked away, joining back into the conversation.