This is my fourth story in the 'Glenn β series', thanks Sexychik69 without who's help you would not be reading any stories from me.
My name is Glenn and by now you may have read my stories.
Caroline and I had spent weekends together following her return to head office; she had spent time with me in Brighton, while I had gone to be with her in London. However, after nearly six months we both realised that while we were both fond of one another the initial lust had worn away. It had become clear that we did not share common interests and we had different circles of friends. The distance apart had not helped and one weekend in London we had agreed that we were only really going to be friends. We parted agreeing to stay in touch and that we would both never forget the time we had been together.
The Monday back in the office was not my best day. It was clear that something was up with me but most of my colleagues just steered clear letting me have time to myself. All except Sally who approached me at the coffee point.
"What's wrong with you today Glenn?" She asked.
"Nothing Sally." I lied, which was less than convincing as she looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I could tell she had not bought my answer. "I am going to be okay. It's just; I've had better days. Thanks for asking."
"Look I don't want to pry, but you know you can talk and chat to me about things don't you." I knew this as Sally had been behind things when Caroline and I had first got together.
I nodded, "I would love a chat, but just not in the office. Do you understand?"
She nodded and simply said "Caroline?" I gave a wry smile, "Give me a couple of minutes when we get back in the office I'll see what I can do." We both returned to our desks and I tried to covertly watch Sally across the office as she picked up her phone. She was ringing her boyfriend Paul, then she turned slightly and I couldn't see her face. I concentrated on my work and decided to get on with things. Suddenly my telephone rang and I answered, it was Sally.
"Glenn, I have spoken with Paul and told him that I will be later out tonight. Do you want to take me out for a drink?"
"Sure, any particular pub?" I asked.
She replied, "Meet me in the Cricketer's, I will find a quiet area. Best bet is if we keep apart for the rest of the day, we don't want the tongues wagging do we!"
After work I hung around then made my way as planned to the pub. Moving to the bar I ordered myself a pint of beer and white wine for Sally. Taking the drinks I turned and quickly scanned the pub looking for Sally, there was no sign of her, which I was not unduly concerned about, as the pub had been picked for a very good reason, as at the rear was a very quiet area. Entering this part I saw her, our eyes met and I went over to her.
"Hi, you look stunning. You really didn't have to you know." Sally was dressed in almost skintight jeans with a very figure hugging long sleeved white t-shirt. Her figure was fantastic, at about 5'10 most people noticed Sally. She was slender while retaining a nice curvy waist and arse while her boobs were beautifully rounded. She was 24 years old whereas I had recently turned 20 so she had the allure of an older woman. I always felt that Paul was one lucky bastard but now I felt genuinely jealous of him.
As I put down the drinks she playfully rabbit punched my arm. "Don't be so cheeky. I am meeting up with his lordship later. Thanks to you I owe him a favour cause he was not happy I delayed our meal tonight." My heart sank, it was foolish, as I knew Sally lived with Paul but when I was with her one to one I sort of forgot him.