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Separation Anxiety

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My Girlfriend Has Feelings For Her Work Friend

While based on a real situation that I read about in an advice column, it is otherwise totally fictional.

{Many thanks to my sweet inspiration blackrandl1958 for her guidance and of course her editing. Thank you, Crkcppr for Beta reading.}


It had a beginning. Everything has a beginning, and this was no different. John loved Emily. That is not the beginning, but that is the stage for the action. After dating for two years, they knew they were meant for each other. The stage became crowded and the plot became complex because of careers.

It was the lure of Mecca. The Big Apple came calling and Emily answered the call. It was a tremendous career opportunity, one that comes only once in a lifetime; opportunity knocks and woe betide the unlucky soul who is away when the knock sounds. Emily was at home and waiting for that knock. Twelve months in the home office, one year to make her mark, return home as the newest star in the business firmament. There were tears, long and painful discussions, insecurities expressed and reassurances offered.

"John, I will never know unless I take a chance," Emily said. "It's the home office, John. You know that we will need my income for a long time. You'll be a star, but until then, trust me. You know I love you, don't you?"

John did know that. "Yes, there's no doubt in my mind, Emily, but Jesus Christ, a year?"

"John, we're young," she said. "We have the rest of our lives. You do intend to spend the rest of our lives together, right?"

"Of course," he said. "It's just... I don't know. I'm happy for you, Emily, I swear I am. I want you to have this chance. I know it means so much to you, but a freaking year!"

"It's not like we won't see each other for a year," she said. "I'll come home. This is my home, John, here with you. You can come to New York. We'll spend nearly every weekend together. You know we hardly see each other during the week, anyway."

It was true. He got up at five. She had a long commute and didn't get home until two hours before he went to bed, at the most.

She moved astride his lap, their noses touching and her impossibly long eyelashes mingling with his. "Besides," she whispered. "Just think of the sex. I'm going to be so horny after not seeing you all week that you're going to need at least five days to recover!"

John knew he had lost, and he really was happy for her. Making her eyes sparkle was something he lived for, and so it began.

The cracks began four months later. It had been building, but John was blissfully unaware of the danger. A stranger became an intruder. He was not a stranger to Emily, she saw him every day. John heard not a whisper of his existence.

Aaron was a transfer from another office. Emily first became aware of him when he became aware of her. She was a prize worth taking, and Aaron made the collection of prizes his business. He made sure she was aware of him.

Emily wasn't even sure how it started, but she found herself spending more and more time with Aaron. He became, first, her friend, and then her very good friend. Alarms began to go off in her head when the conversation turned intimate. It was gradual, and before she was even aware of what was happening, Aaron's manner became romantic, and she found herself in a quandary. How to disengage now? She knew she had to speak with John.

John's phone rang and he saw Emily's name on the Caller ID. He picked up the phone, and pressed "answer."

"Hi, Honey," he said, "how are things going?"

He noticed a little hesitation before Emily responded.

"Not too bad," she said. "The project's going really well, but we're very busy and I miss you so much..."

John could tell that she had something more to say, and just waited. After an uncomfortable couple of moments, Emily let out a sigh and continued.

"One of my good friends at work, Aaron Hunter, is making me a little uncomfortable; he's actually been making passes at me."

Emily had always had a flirtatious personality, which could be easily mistaken for genuine interest, but they were exclusive and John was very unhappy with this news. He felt that he had to do what he could to nip it in the bud.

"Emily," he said, "you're a smart, capable woman. You've dealt with guys making unwanted advances before... These ARE unwanted advances, aren't they?"

Emily again hesitated.

"Of course, John," she said. "I've told him that I'm in a happy committed relationship and have no interest in pursuing a romantic relationship with him, but he won't stop. He tells me that I'm his soul mate and that he is in love with me."

"Emily, you know his actions are entirely inappropriate. If he won't stop you should threaten him with sexual harassment charges, as he is creating a hostile work environment."

"Oh, no!" Emily said, "I can't do that, Aaron is my best friend at work, I can handle him without making a big scene. Please, you have to trust me."

John lost his cool a bit at her remarks.

"Just how good a "friend" can he be if he is trying to come between us? I do trust you, but I don't trust HIM."

Now Emily was getting a little angry.

"I'm a big girl," she said, "and I can take care of myself!"

"All right, Emily, all right, I believe you. Please don't let me down."

"I won't, John, you'll see. Love you."

"I love you, too. Good-bye," John said. He hung up, but didn't see any way that this could end well.

Emily hung up, a little shaken by her anger at John. She knew that he meant well and she could only imagine how she would feel if some slut was moving in on John!

She finally fell asleep after tossing and turning a bit, and woke up still feeling a bit weary.

She spent the rest of the weekend straightening up around the apartment, started a wash and did some prep work on her project for Monday morning.

Monday morning, she woke up much more refreshed and headed in to work, determined to dial back on her flirtatiousness and stick to business.

While she was having her morning coffee with her friend Karen, Aaron came over.

"How was your weekend, Emily?" he asked.

After a brief hesitation, she responded coolly.

"Nothing special. I had a nice chat with my boyfriend John, then took care of some things around the apartment," she said before returning her attention to Karen.

Aaron had played this game before, noticed her emphasis on her boyfriend, and backed off.

"Well, I've got to get back to work," he said, "Enjoy the rest of your break; maybe we'll get together later in the week."

"Yeah... maybe," she said as he walked away.

"Wow, did it just get chilly in here, or is it me?" asked Karen.

"Oh, that," Emily laughed, "It's just that he's been testing my boundaries lately, and I'm afraid I've been a little lax on setting him straight. It's caused a little tension between John and me, so I decided a little course correction was needed."

"Boy, it must be nice be able to toss prize catches like him back!" Karen said, "I can't even get a nibble out of him."

They shared a laugh as they got up and returned to their desks, but Emily wondered about what Karen had just said. Emily had no false modesty; she knew that she was hot, but Karen was just as attractive, why wouldn't Aaron go after her instead? Was it because Emily was "taken," and thus harder to get? Could he be that perverse, that he wants what someone else has? It was making her dizzy; she shook it off and got back to work.

Over the next few days her dealings with Aaron were much more comfortable. He never approached her except for business, and was friendly but professional.

Friday afternoon, Karen invited her to join a group for dinner and a few drinks, and she accepted. Before leaving work she called John.

"Hi, Honey, how are you doing?" she asked.

"As well as can be expected without you," he replied, "How's work been?"

Emily heard the unspoken question, but decided not to answer it.

"Pretty good," she answered, "productive, but not overly busy."

"I hope you're making time for some fun," he said.

"I'm usually too tired, but I'm joining Sally and some other folks after work."

John's antennae went up.

"Will Aaron be there?" he asked.

'God, give it a rest!' Emily thought, but replied, "I'm not sure, but I suppose so."

"Well, have fun, but not too much fun," he said with a laugh.

Emily was a little irritated, but decided to take it with the humor she hoped John intended.

"Don't worry, Honey, you're the only one I have too much fun with. I'll talk to you later."

"Okay, Baby, I love you."

"I love you, too, John," she said and hung up.

John knew that he should feel reassured, so why did he still feel so tense? With nothing else to go on he decided to just wait and see, as uncomfortable as it was.

At the end of the day Sally swung by Emily's desk and they went to meet the others at the restaurant. Emily was pleased to see that Aaron was already there, and made it a point to sit at the opposite end of the table. She noticed a small frown on his face that was quickly replaced by a pasted on smile.

After a pleasant dinner, most of the group moved on to a local bar. Emily was concerned that there was a dance floor, but steeled her resolve to stay in control of the situation.

Unfortunately, Aaron was able to grab a seat beside her, but Emily made an effort to ignore him as much as possible, and concentrated on the others in the group.

When the second round of drinks was served, someone put music on and members of the group started pairing up to dance. Aaron took the opportunity to take Emily's hand and tried to get her up to dance. Unable to refuse gracefully, she let him lead her to the dance floor.

Aaron was pretty much a gentleman for the first number, but as the second song came on, he tried to pull Emily in closer. Emily remembered the instructions from the nuns at her church dances, "to leave room for the Holy Spirit," and gently pushed Aaron away.

"You smell wonderful," he said. She knew that was bullshit, she wasn't wearing any cologne, if anything she was sweaty from a hard day at work!

After the second song, she excused herself to go to the Ladies' Room, and when she returned to the table, she finished her drink, put some money on the table and said her good nights.

Aaron tried to get up to see her out, but she put her hand on his shoulder.

"It's okay, Aaron, I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself," she said, and left before he could get back up.

Aaron was uncharacteristically unsure of himself. Emily was proving to be a tough nut to crack! Maybe he should just go after Karen instead... No! He was the Alpha male. He took what he wanted. He'd just have to turn things up a notch or two, but he would have to play it cool.

The following week, Emily noticed that Aaron wasn't paying as much attention to her as he had in the past; he seemed to be hanging around Karen more, and the little slut was eating it up.

'What the fuck!' she thought, 'Why am I feeling jealous? Isn't this what I wanted? He's leaving me alone, I should be happy.'

Friday night, Emily decided not to join the usual gathering, got some take-out and went home, looking forward to a nice chat with John.

Just as she walked in the door, she got a call from John.

"Hi, Sweetheart," he said, "I'm sorry, but we have a bit of a crisis here and I can't really talk right now. It shouldn't take very long. Can I please call you back in a couple of hours?"

Emily had a devious thought.

"Of course, Honey," she said, "I just got in with my dinner anyway. As a matter of fact, be sure you have something to eat before you call."

"That sounds intriguing. Just what's going through that dirty little mind of yours?"

"Never you mind. Just get your work done and get yourself ready for a very special call," she said, then hung up.

'Well, THAT was different,' John thought, then dove back into his work.

Meanwhile, Emily was wolfing down her dinner, planning her surprise.

She drew a nice hot bubble bath, got herself nice and clean, and shaved all over, leaving her pussy mound bare, with just a landing strip above, just the way John liked it.

She laid out her outfit for the night: her tiniest sheerest thong, black lace thigh-high hold-up stockings with black CFM heels, a black lace bodysuit and her sexiest Little Black Dress.

As she got dressed, she stood in front of her full-length mirror and took a series of selfies. She assembled them into a slide show with the sexiest background music she could find, and attached it to an Email all ready to send. She sat back, waiting for John's call.

John could hardly concentrate on his work, wondering what Emily had in mind, but he finally closed down his workstation, grabbed his coat and practically sprinted out of the building. He just grabbed a hot dog from a street vendor and ate it on the run before nearly breaking his door down.

Tossing his briefcase on the couch, he went to the bathroom before making himself a drink and calling Emily.

Seeing that it was John calling, Emily gathered herself together and answered, speaking in as sultry a voice as she could manage.

"Good evening, John," she purred.

"G... Good evening, Emily," he said nervously.

"I have some instructions for you to follow," she said, "It is VERY important that you follow them precisely. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Good, good. Now I want you to take your laptop and phone up to the bedroom and make yourself comfortable. Let me know when you're ready."

John grabbed his laptop, and with his phone still in his hand ran up to the bedroom and kicked off his shoes. He took off his jacket and tie and unbuttoned the top button on his shirt.

Turning back the bedspread and adjusting the pillows, he picked up the phone and said, "Okay, Honey, I'm ready. What should I do now?"

"Put your phone on speaker and put it on the nightstand. You'll be needing both hands," she said with a smirk, "Then set up your laptop and open your email. Do you see an email from me?"

"Yes, yes I do. Shall I open it?"

"Yes. Download the attachment and turn your sound up, but don't open it until I say so. Let me know when you're ready."

John's hands were shaking so that he could barely function, but he managed to get the attachment ready.

"I'm all set, Emily," he said.

'Well, this is it,' thought Emily, as she stood looking at herself in the mirror.

"Go ahead, John, open it."

John double-clicked on the attachment, and as it opened he heard the music and saw the picture of Emily in the LBD.

"We've just come in from a night on the town, and now we're ready for some fun," Emily said over the phone. The picture faded out and faded back in with the dress pushed down to her waist, as Emily was doing the same.

"You always did enjoy unwrapping your presents," she said with a giggle as the next picture showed the dress pooled at her feet.

Emily was silent except for her heavy breathing as the body suit was slowly peeled away, leaving her in the thong, stockings and heels.

John just barely avoided popping his buttons as he removed his shirt and unbuckled his pants.

"I hope you're enjoying this as much as I am, John," she said breathlessly, "I swear I can feel your hands on my breasts, tweaking my nipples, making them ache..."

Emily was so lost in the sensations that she nearly forgot to take off the thong.

Meanwhile, John had removed the rest of his clothes as the picture of Emily changed to a fully nude shot, then shots of her caressing her breasts and pussy.

"Tell me, John, how are you feeling?"

"I don't know if I can describe it, Emily, this is just so hot! Please don't take this the wrong way, but I don't think I've ever been this hard."

"No, not at all, John, I feel the same way, my pussy is just dripping. Tell me, John, are you stroking your cock?"

Normally this would be embarrassing to John, but something about the whole situation had him so turned on that he just didn't give a fuck!

"Oh, yes, Emily, I'm rubbing it so hard, just wishing that I could feel your sweet lips on it, feel it sliding into your hot pussy."

"Oh, uh, I feel the same way, John. My fingers help, but they can't compare with your cock. Oh, John, I think I'm going to come soon. Can you come with me?"

"I'm close, Emily, oh, so close," he said as he stroked his cock harder and faster, while Emily was plunging her fingers into her pussy with one hand and playing with her clit with the other.

They each came so hard that they couldn't tell if the other was also coming, but it was so close that it really didn't matter.

Before they fell asleep they managed to reach their phones to say "Good night" and end the calls.

The next day, they were still too tired to do much more than thank each other for the wild night, clean up and go back to bed.

Monday morning, Emily was still floating on a cloud, and even seeing Aaron hanging over Karen didn't bother her.

Aaron noticed that Emily was ignoring him and his frustration grew exponentially, but he didn't know what to do about it.

For the rest of the week, Aaron played it cool. He did start dropping by Emily's desk a little more, but he was very careful to keep things platonic; he didn't want to put her off again.

John and Emily were on a much more even keel after their Friday night session, John wasn't even concerned when Emily said that she was planning on joining the group after work on Friday.

At the end of the day Friday as Karen and Emily walked over to the restaurant, they were chatting.

"So, Karen," Emily said, "Aaron seems to be spending more time with you now. Feeling better?"

"Yes and no," Karen said, "He has been talking to me more, but sometimes it seems like his mind is elsewhere. I think that he might still be hung up on you."

"Oh, Christ, I thought I had settled that. John and I are just getting back to a good place; the last thing I need is him messing things up now."

"Well, let him down gently," Karen said, "I don't mind picking up the pieces, but I'd rather they not be shattered!"

Emily and Karen were still laughing over that one as they entered the restaurant.

This time, Emily couldn't avoid sitting next to Aaron, but he was a perfect gentleman, not making any suggestive remarks or saying anything disparaging about John.

"You are so lucky to have a boyfriend that trusts you so much."

"I certainly think so. This assignment is such a great opportunity, but I could never have taken it without John's support."

Aaron looked a little wistful.

"What is it, Aaron? You look like you're a thousand miles away."

"Oh, I was just thinking about my ex..."

"I didn't know you were involved with anyone."

"It was long before you came here. I had been working in the Chicago office when I got the opportunity to transfer here; it was about a year before this project started.

"My fiancée wasn't able to get a position here right away, and I was going to turn this down, but she encouraged me to take it, said it was too good an opportunity to refuse. She was sure that she could re-locate within a year, so I took the job.

"I wasn't here six months, I went home for a visit and got the "We have to talk" line. She had re-connected with her old boyfriend and was breaking off the engagement, I was crushed."

Emily put her hand on his arm.

"Oh, that's so sad; I can only imagine what you're going through."

"Th... Thank you, Emily," he said, turning his head to hide his smirk. 'They fall for that one every time,' he thought.

The following week he joined Sally, Karen and Emily for coffee two or three times. Karen looked a little puzzled.

"What's going on, Emily? I thought you were through with Aaron?"

"What? Oh, this is nothing; we're just friends. We had a nice chat over dinner Friday night and he's really a sad soul."

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