Abby and My Older Work Friend

A little bit about me, my name is Abigail but most people call my Abby and I am about 5 feet 3 inches tall and about 130 lbs. My hair is blondish brown, shoulder length and I have brown eyes. I always wanted to be taller but my older brother wasn’t that tall for a guy and my parents are on the smaller side so I wasn’t holding out hope to be anything more than a short white girl ha ha. Anyways, I developed a little earlier than most girls and since I was kinda short, when I developed, it was pretty noticeable. I had full C cups when I was 14 which looked bigger because I was barely over 5 feet tall. I am a D now. That being said, the guys I went to school with seemed to prefer the skinnier girls which was a bummer but there was nothing I could do about that. I did seem to get attention from older guys because they thought I was older which changed as soon as I smiled or something where they would see I still wore braces. Anyways, that all changes over the next few years as we all got into high school and everyone started to develop curves too. Finally I started to fit in again.

My sex life was pretty non-existent except for the three times I had steady boyfriends who were mainly close to me in age and all white. The largest age difference was when I was a freshman and a senior asked me out. I thought it was so cool because he could drive and I wasn’t relying on our parents to drop us off and pick us up.

Anyways, the story I wanted to tell was how I became a slut for my older, black friend that I worked with. It was my sophomore year and I was 19 years old and I had just broken up with my boyfriend, who was more interested in drinking at frat parties with his friends than hanging out with me sometimes, or not to mention how mad and jealous he would get if I wanted to hang out with my friends on a weekend night instead of hanging with him. He always thought I was going out to hit on guys or something but I really just wanted to see my friends. What sucked was a lot of guys I dated in college were like that. At what age do guys stop being so possessive or jealous?

Back to my story, sorry. So I was complaining to my work friend, Michael, who is 53 years old, about 6 feet 2 inches tall and looked to be pretty strong and in shape, although it was tough to tell since we are usually wearing aprons all the time. Honestly, I never even thought of him in any way other than a cool work friend so how he looked never mattered. Plus he was almost 25 years older than me. He would make some funny flirty remarks sometimes but I knew he was just being funny and not serious. I mean what was he trying to accomplish by being flirty?

So while I was complaining to Michael about yet another crappy relationship, he made a comment that I need to expand my dating range and should even consider someone older and more mature. I told him that I wouldn’t even know where I would find someone older that would be interested in me plus it’s not like I could talk to older guys because most are in relationships or even married. That’s not even considering the fact that I wasn’t really attracted to older guys. Most of the ones I see at the restaurant have big bellies and barely any hair. He told me that he could have a line of guys ready to take me out, if I just said the word. I told him to quit teasing and get back to work. He just smiled and laughed.

At the end of the night, he asked if I was feeling better and I said yes but it still sucks being single. He asked what I would miss most about having a boyfriend and I said I would just miss having someone to hang out with and watch tv. He said I was more than welcome to come over anytime to watch tv with him and he was actually being serious and sincere which felt nice. He really is a good friend, I remember thinking. When I got to my apartment, my three roommates all had their boyfriends over which made me feel worse so I went to my room to watch tv.