Page 5 of FWB

Kenny

A s I leave Tiegan and her crazy car, I get a call from my supervisor, Max. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Hey. I hate to do this last minute, but I’m gonna need you to fly out to LA tomorrow morning for the rest of the week. I was supposed to, but my kid is sick and I have to stay home with him.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose as I approach my beat-up Chevy Impala . Fuck. “There’s no one else who can go? What about Marty?” I ask, knowing fully well that Marty, of all people, isn’t going anywhere last-minute.

“Marty is training the new guys. You’re all I’ve got, man. I’m sorry. I’ll owe you big time.”

“Yeah, you do. Alright. I’ll pack my bags and make my arrangements.”

“Thank you so much, Kenny. I’ll talk to you later.”

I hang up without saying goodbye. Well, it looks like I’m going to LA.

Normally I wouldn’t mind a free trip to sunny California, but now that Tiegan is in the office …

You know what, this is crazy. I have a job to do, and I do not need to be distracted by a woman.

A very beautiful woman with curves in all the right places— no!

Stop it, Kenny. No women. That’s what I said and I meant it.

I get home, Sam is already there, sitting on the sectional couch watching whatever game is playing on ESPN. “Damn, dude. Who pissed in your Cheerios?” he asks me when I come in and throw my backpack on the floor before slumping into the other side of the couch.

Sam and I are more like platonic life mates instead of friends; he’s my brother for all intents and purposes.

I met him during my sophomore year of high school in Boston.

He had just transferred from Tennessee, and we instantly clicked.

He was the only person who didn’t look at me as “the kid without a mom.” He just saw me as Kenny.

We got into plenty of trouble in our youth—smoking, drinking, hooking up with random girls.

But by senior year, we were both tired of Boston and Sam wanted to move back to Nashville to try and make it in music.

I decided I was going into IT because I had always been good with computers, which I could do anywhere.

So as soon as we graduated, we packed up a U-Haul with our minuscule belongings and made the drive south.

He was eighteen; I was only seventeen. Twenty years, many failed relationships, addictions, and recoveries later, our friendship is still going strong.

“Eh, I just got a call from my boss that I’m flying out to LA tomorrow morning. I’m just not feeling like traveling right now.”

“You’ve been in a funk ever since–”

“Don’t say her name.” I never wanted to talk about her ever again, let alone think about her.

“Okay, fine. But seriously, ever since your run-in with the cops, you’ve been shaken up. Maybe getting out of town will be good for you. It’ll help you clear your mind off all this shit that you’ve been dealing with lately.”

“Yeah, maybe you’re right.”

“I’m definitely right. Go to the beach after work one day. You’ll thank me when you get back.”

“Alright, alright. I don’t have a choice anyway. I’m just bitching and moaning.”

I pull out my phone and see that Max has already transferred his plane tickets to my name. Sweet. That’s one less thing I’ll have to deal with. I get up and head to my room to pack my duffle bag for my trip.

My mind wanders back to Tiegan and that bizarre raccoon tattoo she has on her leg.

I wonder what other tattoos she has. Obviously, I saw the hint of one in between her breasts.

I want to explore her body and find out every one of her secrets.

I imagine her tattooed legs wrapped around me, my body on top of hers.

God, my dick is getting hard just thinking about touching her.

I have got to get a grip when it comes to this girl.

She’s gonna be the death of me if I don’t.

I finish packing my bag and mentally prepare myself for my morning flight.

I don’t have a problem with flying. It’s the people I have a problem with.

All of their constant movement and chattering is exhausting.

Flying out of BNA is the worst. You get to see all of the wannabe musicians coming and going, carrying their broken dreams in their guitar cases.

I want to get on the plane, put my sleeping mask on, and snooze until I land at LAX.

That’s why I cut it as close to boarding time as I can when I have to fly.

If I have to spend more than five minutes waiting to board, I get antsy.

I’ve always flown solo—both literally and figuratively, ever since I was a kid.

I never needed anyone and no one ever really needed me.

I don’t like dealing with people. I never have.

That’s why I work in IT—there’s very little human interaction.

Sam is the only person in this world I can think of that I would genuinely miss if he were gone.

But even with Sam, there are some things I keep private.

I have a feeling Tiegan is going to be one of those things.

He won’t think it’s a good idea if I get involved with someone from work.

Don’t shit where you eat. Isn’t that what they say?

There’s just something about Tiegan, though, that draws me in. She’s like a magnet. I’m being pulled to her, and I don’t even know her last name.

Well, that’s easy enough to figure out. I pull my work laptop from my backpack and open the company employee database.

I type in “Tiegan” and hit SEARCH. There’s only one result.

Tiegan Schulz. Gotcha. I click on her profile and see her employee statistics and information.

She already has a company photo as her profile picture.

She must have taken it today because I can make out the neckline of the black-and-white polka-dot dress she was wearing.

Her ruby red lips shine in the photo, popping against her bright white smile.

She’s absolutely stunning, even in a crappy work headshot.

I can feel my cock getting hard just looking at her glorious face.

Walking over to my door and locking it before strolling back over to the head of my bed, I strip out of my jeans, leaving only my boxer briefs and T-shirt on, and climb onto the navy blue tartan comforter.

Snatching my laptop, I bring it closer to me, clicking on Tiegan’s picture to enlarge it as much as it will go.

I gradually grab my semi-erect cock out of my boxer briefs and begin to stroke.

Grabbing my cock by the hilt, I slowly make my way up to the tip and back down again.

I get harder with each pass of my hand. I look over at Tiegan’s smiling face and imagine those red lips leaving prints up and down my shaft.

Tightening my grip on my now-throbbing cock, I pump harder.

With each pass of my hand, I picture Tiegan’s hands wrapped around me.

I keep pumping harder … one, two, three times.

And then it is blissful release. My hand is covered in my hot, gooey cum.

Picking up a towel from the foot of my bed, I clean myself off.

I look over to my laptop, which still has the picture of Tiegan up.

Did I just get off to a picture of a woman I work with?

Fuck, I barely know this girl. I need help.

This is as far as it can go. No one can know about this little workplace crush.

That’s all it is. She’s just some eye candy for the office and something to make the day go by faster.

I go into the bathroom adjoining my bedroom and splash some cold water on my face. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Kenny.” I’m totally fucked.