For a while, I had quite a big crush on QC2, but I admitted it to few people as I had no intention on acting upon it. We had been friends for years before these non-platonic feelings surfaced and I was concerned what acting upon that might do. She had no interest in me beyond a friend, that was obvious. She was an attractive girl, catching the eye of many people in the office, and she did tick boxes for me - intelligent, brunette, slim, drank pints, went to pubs rather than clubs.
Most weekends, we ended up in the same bar, albeit separately. She would be with her friends, I with mine, and also, Friction Guy. In work, we were like the Three Musketeers. Outside work, we were friends who sometimes socialised and sometimes just bumped into each other in our favourite pubs.
One night I was sitting with a group of friends, including BW and a guy from work that knew BW separately. A group of girls came in and went directly to the bar. BW's eyes widened.
"Look at the ass on that!" he declared.
Work guy and myself turned around, saw who he was talking about and nodded.
"QC2!" we said in unison.
And to be fair, in a pair of black 501s, she really did look good.
It was only a few weeks earlier that her and her friend turned up, in black 501s, telling me about their new underwear.
"No VPL" they declared. QC2's friend grabbed my hand and made me grope her ass.
"See? You can't feel anything!"
QC2's friend wasn't exactly unattractive herself, but hers wasn't the ass I wanted to get my hands on.
Still, I did end up getting some jealous looks from the males who were nearby.
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