A Need for the Same

The text read, 'I purchased the pink shirt and I am excited for tomorrow.'
The pink shirt and tomorrow made reference to my office Christmas Party. I had "the" perfect outfit and was taking "the" guy I was totally into.

The shirt that I selected was revealing, to say the least. My breasts were more than partially exposed, as one could have popped out with a slight sudden movement! Still, it was sophisticated, in a highly sexy way. Jew Boy had an orgasm on my doorstep when he laid eyes on me. Just why I paid too much for it!

The party was over-the-top uppity. Not my kind of event, but among all of the bottles of wine, my boss did remember to get me a case of beer! We made the rounds, talking and laughing. Jew Boy and I would frequently escape for a smoke. He had been waiting to get me and the shirt alone all night. When, he did he attacked me. Not that getting a hard-on was difficult for him, but as soon as he touched me, he was totally turned on. He said, "I can't help myself, look at you." On that comment alone, we made out on level four of my parking garage. Classy.

When we were totally wrapped up and he was clothes humping me, I told him that to me, he was more than just sex. Yeah, no response. I repeated myself three times before I got a reaction out of him. Jew Boy sluggishly muttered, "What do you want me to say?" I wanted him to tell me that it wasn't for him either, that he wanted me not for the shirt or for the sex, but for me. He made it clear that he was at my office party and that was enough to show me that it wasn't all about sex for him. I couldn't argue with him on that, but still that wasn't enough.

There were a few strange moments when the party goers referred to Jew Boy as my boyfriend. Some people are just dumb asses. One idiot lady asked Jew Boy directly if I was his girlfriend. He slowly said, "I am whatever she needs me to be." It was very confusing and awkward.

When we had consumed enough alcohol to drive home, we did just that. We had sex two times. After the second, I thought I was dead, my face quivering. I was compelled to communicate that I had never had an orgasm that good. He said, "Ahhhh" and explained that it was hard for him to him to believe that because before me, he was inadequate. I think he was bullshitting on that one. Come to find out, he thought all of the same things I did. He said, "Sex is always amazing with you and I love it."

I wish he would have felt all of the same things for me that I did for him, outside of sex.