The elevator descended smoothly, depositing me back on the bustling office floor where keyboards clacked and phones rang in a familiar rhythm.
My mind still swirled with the high of the meeting, Tricia's victorious smile etched into my thoughts, but I pushed it aside as I wove through the cubicles to my desk.
The partition walls felt like a safe haven, shielding my flushed cheeks from prying eyes. I sank into my chair, the soft padding a small comfort against the lingering electric buzz in my veins.
Work emails awaited, but my focus wandered, drawn to the lively hum around me.
Across the open space, through the gaps in the dividers, I caught sight of Candy Galvan. She was leaning back in her chair, her cheerful laughter floating over the chatter as she chatted with Marianne.
Candy's playful grin lit up her face, those teasing eyes sparkling with her usual energy. She radiated warmth, her bubbly charm like a beacon in the corporate grind.
My heart skipped, a shy flutter reminding me of the workplace crush I'd harbored since my first week. She was always so open, so supportive, turning awkward moments into lighthearted ones with her friendly teasing.
I fiddled with my pen, wondering if today could be the day I stepped out of my shell.
Before I could overthink it, Candy's gaze swung my way, her grin widening as if she'd sensed my stare. She waved casually, her fingers wiggling in invitation.
Heat crept up my neck, my soft curves shifting uncomfortably as I managed a small wave back. The office buzzed on—colleagues typing reports, the coffee machine gurgling in the break room—but in that moment, it narrowed to just her playful expression.
Emboldened by the meeting's afterglow, I stood, smoothing my skirt with trembling hands. Maybe a coffee break could ease this shy awkwardness knotting inside me. Her charm had a way of drawing people in, making the world feel less intimidating.
I approached her desk hesitantly, my gentle voice barely above a whisper at first.
'Hey, Candy... um, do you want to grab a coffee? If you're not too busy.' My words tumbled out, laced with nerves, and I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, avoiding her eyes for a second.
She looked up from her screen, her energetic smile blooming fully, those teasing eyes locking onto mine with a spark that sent warmth pooling in my chest.
'Sure thing, Loraine! I was just thinking I needed a pick-me-up.' Candy hopped up, her movements fluid and full of that supportive nature that made her so approachable.
She linked her arm lightly with mine as we headed to the break room, the brief contact sending a subtle shiver through me. It was innocent, but in my shy mind, it felt like a quiet promise of connection.
The break room was cozy, with its worn couches and the scent of fresh brew wafting from the machine. A couple of coworkers milled about, but Candy claimed a corner table, pouring us both steaming mugs with easy grace.
We settled in, the casual chat starting light—work gripes about endless spreadsheets, the latest office gossip about the SoftCorp deal.
'Heard Tricia nailed that meeting,' she said, sipping her coffee, her voice bubbly. 'You're on the team now, huh? Must've been exciting.' I nodded, my cheeks warming again as I recounted a sanitized version, my voice gaining a bit more steadiness under her encouraging gaze.
Her eyes held mine, playful yet kind, and the conversation shifted naturally, her teasing drawing me out.
'You know, Loraine, you should come to lunch with us more often. You're always so quiet, but I bet you've got stories that'd make us laugh.' She leaned in slightly, her grin mischievous, and I felt that electric tension building quietly between us.
The way her foot brushed mine under the table—accidental, maybe—ignited a subtle response in my body, a faint awareness of my futanari sensitivity stirring beneath my clothes.
It was low-key, hidden amid the work hum, but it made my pulse quicken, craving a deeper, more intimate connection. My shyness made it all the more thrilling, the awkwardness melting into hopeful warmth.
I laughed softly, a rare sound that surprised even me.
'I'd like that. It's just... hard to jump in sometimes.' My words hung there, vulnerable, but Candy's supportive nod eased the tension, her hand reaching across to squeeze my arm gently. T
he touch lingered a second too long, her fingers warm against my skin, sparking fantasies of quieter moments away from the desks. Her bubbly charm pulled me closer, the flirty undercurrent in her teasing eyes making the air between us feel charged, romantic in its subtlety.
As we finished our coffees, the office clock ticking toward the afternoon rush, I felt bolder, less exposed in my soft body and hopeful heart.
Candy's playful energy wrapped around me like an invitation, leaving me yearning for what might unfold next—a shared glance across the room, or perhaps another break where the tension could build even more.`