Separation Anxiety

by SBrooks

Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Drunk/Drugged, Romantic, Heterosexual, Fiction, .

Desc: Drama Sex Story: A couple's relationship is tested when she takes a year-long assignment in New York City.

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.

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