Action at the Old Folks' Home

Submitted by Sierra:

Ken and I worked together at a retirement complex.  We were good friends, teasing and talking, for a while.  His overtures became flirtatious, and despite having a bad experience with a workplace tryst (elsewhere) once before, I liked the way I felt around him, and flirting back felt right.

Once, when I was in a supply closet, he came up from behind me, impersonated an eldery man, and said, "Now I'll have my way with you, you young'in!" and kissed down my neck.  I spun around and we made out.  It was our first kiss, and it was really hot.

We spent time together outside of work, too.  We did dinner a few times, took a couple of day trips, and, for all intents and purposes, were dating.  Ken told me that he really liked me, felt that we had something special, and that he was glad to have met me.  Everything was great.

Unfortunately, my supervisor, Ellen, was a year older than I was, liked Ken herself, and was the jealous type.  This also made workplace indiscretions a little harder to avoid, as Ken and I both knew this and found it even hotter to hook up right under her nose at work.

About a month after Ken and I had begun our supply room "chats," Ellen caught us.

She fired me on the spot (which, to be fair, I would've done, too) and she told me to leave the supply closet so that she could talk to Ken alone.  I did as she asked.

Ken came by my place after his shift was over.  I gave him a big kiss and asked him what had happened.  Ellen had apparently confessed her feelings to him and asked him to go down on her.

Half of me was shocked, the other half in hysterics.  Ellen and I had never meshed well, but I certainly didn't wish her humiliated.

Jokingly, I asked Ken, "So, did you?"

"Yes."

I laughed.  He was joking.  He had to be.

He went on, "It was just a one-time thing."

My first thought: I just kissed him.  My smile vanished.  I said, "You're kidding.  Right?"  I wouldn't have put it past him to be joking about it.  Ken could be pretty deadpan sometimes.

He said, "I need this job.  I don't like her or anything.  It's not a big deal."

I screamed, "What?  It's a huge deal!  You went down on Ellen and you come in here as if it was nothing at all?"

He backed away.  "I thought you'd want honesty."

I couldn't believe that he couldn't see what was wrong with the situation.  "Forget honesty!  You went down on another woman!  Get the hell out!"

He apologized over and over, but I was done.  Nothing was more unattractive in the world at that moment than he.

He called, texted, e-mailed, and even showed up at my place once since then, but I was done with him.  I found a new job in another nearby town, and forgot all about him.  Well, until I wrote this.