I Suppose I Should Start Calling Her My Girlfriend And Not My Coworker

I took a job downtown for the pay. I used public transport. At work I met a woman and we became lunch friends. She invited me to her home for a Saturday night home cooked meal. I helped her prepare the meal and set the table, we listened to music, curled up on the love seat to talk about more personal stuff. When it got late she offered to host me overnight, I could take the sofa. Unless it didn't bother me to sleep with her.

Honestly, it didn't click until she put her arms around me and 'checked' me out under the covers. She checked everything, and kissed me. It was the beginning of an office affair with her. Three years later I met her college boyfriend, who insisted on getting friendly with her and she let him. Because I was there she told him I was available to him if he wanted. The night was already weird and I went along with them.

I hadn't been with a male since high school, and honestly I didn't remember. Or maybe a boy in high school is different. That night when he visited is something we talk about, but we've never repeated it. Would I? Maybe, it was different.

We are going on five years together, that's a long time for a casual start with my coworker.

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