There was a guy named John who joined the company at the same time as me.
We were both 25 years old and although we were colleagues, we had the worst relationship, always arguing in meetings.
People around us even said we were like cats and dogs.
John had an elusive personality, and it was hard to understand what he was thinking, but he was sharp and quite good-looking, so he was popular with the girls.
One day, as I was working overtime alone as usual, John came down from the upper floor.
He said he had cut his finger and asked for a band-aid.
I was a bit annoyed, but I gave him a band-aid and we chatted for a while.
But the peaceful mood didn't last long.
We ended up arguing over something trivial again.
And as usual, when I was being sarcastic, John said,
"You're really not cute at all. If you keep that up, your boyfriend will leave you."
He said it jokingly.
Actually, I had just broken up with my long-term boyfriend at that time.
So honestly, his timely comment really hurt...
Normally, I would have just brushed it off, but I ended up crying.
And in front of John, whom I hated.
John was quite surprised to see me cry, as he didn't expect it.
I felt humiliated, but I couldn't stop crying.
I think I was sobbing for about 2 or 3 minutes.
Then, for some reason, John suddenly came closer and kissed me.
I tried to push him away, but he held my head and body so tightly that I couldn't escape, and he even slipped his tongue in. Despite my frustration, I felt weak in the knees and he supported me while kissing me.
It was a pretty long kiss.
When our lips finally parted, I was in a daze.
He said,
"See you,"
and left.
I was left dumbfounded...
From the next day, I couldn't stop thinking about John.
Every time he came near, my heart would race.
But I tried my best to act calm and composed.
I couldn't believe I was thinking about someone I hated so much!!
Looking back, I was already completely hooked at that time...
But even after a week or two, nothing changed.
John didn't say anything special, and everything was the same as usual. I started to wonder if that day's events were just a dream, a mirage, or a misunderstanding, and I felt a bit down.
Then, a month after the kiss, something happened.
Just like that day, John came down from the upper floor.
Of course, we were alone on the floor, and my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would jump out of my chest, but I managed to keep it together.
John, in his usual tone, said,
"Hey,"
and I replied,
"Hey,"
but my voice was shaky.
Honestly, I think I had high expectations at that moment.
But the next thing John said was...
"I'm going to dinner with Jane (a cute new girl). Do you want to come?"
"What? (゜Д゜)"
"I said, do you want to come to dinner?"
"Huh? What? Jane?"
"Are you listening? Aren't you hungry?"
"There's no way I'm going! I have work. Besides, why would I be there?"
"I see. Well, take care."
He left briskly.
That was the first time I shouted, "You've got to be kidding me!!"
At the same time, I realized I was really in love with him, and that night I cried a lot, surprising even myself.
But when I thought about it, it was all just my misunderstanding.
I felt so embarrassed thinking about how I got carried away just because of a kiss.
"He's a foreigner!! He's a foreigner!!"
I chanted like a spell.
But my feelings couldn't keep up, and I ended up acting awkward whenever John was around.
Another month passed, and John came down again.
His talk was always trivial.
About work, about the company.
I was getting quite irritated and said coldly,
"I have work to do, can you leave?"
Then he said,
"Are you angry? You've been acting like this a lot lately. It's annoying."
I thought, what is he saying! But I couldn't admit I was jealous and just said,
"It's nothing!!"
I couldn't be honest with myself.
We ended up arguing again.
Then John said,
"Could it be that you like me?"
"... No! I hate you!"
"Then why have you been looking at me all the time?"
"I haven't."
"Tell the truth."
"Shut up! I hate you, I hate you!!"
As I kept repeating it, John got angry...
He grabbed my arm with great force and pulled me into the back storage room.
John, with a serious face, different from usual.
I was quite scared and thought I might have gone too far. Was he going to hit me...? I trembled.
"What...?"
As soon as I said that, he tore my blouse.
"Ah! What are you doing!!"
I was wearing a shirt under my blouse, but I was embarrassed and immediately turned my back.
"You know, I've always liked you. I kept quiet because you seemed happy with your boyfriend. So, what about you? Do you really hate me? If you do, don't feel anything no matter what I do to you now."
As he said that, John hugged me from behind.
"What are you saying... what's wrong with you?"
Before I could finish, John's hand slowly slipped inside my clothes.
He started to caress my chest from behind while his lips moved along my neck.
"No... no... not here... stop..."
Even though I pleaded, he didn't stop and his actions escalated.
He turned me around, pushed me against the wall, and stripped off my blouse, lifting my shirt and bra.
"No!!"
I tried to cover my exposed chest with my hands, but John easily restrained my hands with one of his.
He buried his face in my cleavage, and the sound of him kissing echoed in the room.
My legs were shaking, and I could barely stand.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling it from someone you hate so much?"
He teased.
I felt so embarrassed that I crouched down, but he immediately said,
"Stand up,"
and pulled me up.
He told me to sit on the desk.
I did as he said, and he forcefully spread my legs, lifted my skirt, and quickly pulled down my stockings and underwear.
"You're so wet. You're really naughty."
He knelt down and started to devour me.
"No... ah, ahh..."
I had been holding back my voice, but I couldn't anymore.
In the company, being done like this by a guy I used to hate...
But John's relentless actions made me feel like I was melting.
Especially when he licked my clit while stimulating my G-spot, it was unbearable.
"No!! Ah... ahh!!"
The sound of our actions echoed, and I came in no time.
As I lay limp on the desk, John lifted me up and kissed me.
It was our second kiss.
But it was completely different from the first, a deep kiss.
We intertwined our tongues and tasted each other repeatedly.
I started to cry.
For the first time, I felt "love."
But I still couldn't put my feelings into words.
Then John said,
"Turn around, put your hands there, and stick out your butt."
Honestly, I couldn't hold back anymore, so I did as he said.
I heard the sound of his belt and pants being undone, and John asked,
"Do you want it inside?"
I said,
"..."
John said,
"Say it."
I said,
"... no..."
John said,
"Say it."
I said,
"..."
By then, I was so embarrassed that I started to cry.
"I really like you... so please don't tease me anymore..."
I said, turning around while crying.
As soon as I finally said I liked him, John entered me.
"Ah... John... it feels so good... ahh..."
He entered me raw while I was still dressed, thrusting with great force from the start.
He called my name repeatedly, saying,
"I've always liked you,"
while kissing and caressing my chest. The intensity was overwhelming, and I, who was weak to back positions, moaned uncontrollably.
Our first time was in such an erotic situation, with him thrusting deeply into me.
Moreover, in the company, with my clothes on, my skirt lifted, and only my underwear and stockings pulled down to my knees, it felt like I was being ravished... which made it even more exciting.
For about 15 minutes, he kept thrusting, and the sound of our bodies colliding and the wet sounds echoed intensely in the room.
It felt so good that I thought I was going crazy.
"Ayaka, I love you. I've always wanted to do this."
"Ah... I love you too... ahh..."
"I'm about to come..."
"You can come inside... it's okay..."
"What?"
"I'm on the pill..."
As soon as I said that, his thrusts became even more intense, and I felt him moving wildly inside me.
"I can't... John, I... ah!!"
I couldn't help but scream...
"No!! No!! I'm coming!! I'm coming!! Ahhhhhh!!!! Nooooo!!!!"
At the same time, I felt him pulsating inside me, releasing his seed.
As I lay limp on the desk, John lifted me up and said,
"You finally became honest. You were so cute just now."
He said that, and I started crying in his arms.
I'm glad I could be honest.
