There was this dreamy guy at the university. You know the kind - sooooo cute, with curly, dark hair. My heart would beat a little faster whenever we passed in the halls. The eye contact was intense. Since we were both committed to other relationships kinda' sorta', it seemed nothing would ever happen between us except for those hot, heavy looks.

Lucas - that was his name - he had a work/study job at the U, in Office Services. In those days there wasn't a photo-copier sitting in every office. He ran the only copier on the entire campus. His work area was tucked away in a corner of the basement of the Office Services Building at the end of a very long hallway. It was an isolated area.

He was always alone down there, unless some sweet little secretary, like myself, went tripping in with an original clutched in hand, complete with the little form saying how many copies were needed and all that. It was amazing how many times during the day I found reason to go to that little corner in the basement. Batting my eyelashes furiously, I'd hand him the paperwork. He'd lay it aside and gaze deeply into my eyes as we flirted and teased and longed for one another.

One thing led to another, as those things so naturally do. Eventually the flirting accelerated into hurried kisses and brief hugs. As we became more comfortable with each other and with our surroundings, the hurried kisses turned into long embraces which aroused us to delicious heights.

On this particular day, I hurried to his basement corner the minute I got into the office. I was wearing a new sweater and the V-neckline revealed just a little cleavage. Feeling very . . . well . . . feminine, I went eagerly into his waiting arms. Five minutes was the longest I dared stay away from my desk, so there was time for only the one, loving embrace before I reluctantly stepped away from him and started to walk out. He came after me, wrapping his arms around me from behind, pulling me in close to his young, strong body. I nestled against him while he tenderly kissed my neck.

I was shocked when I felt his hand slip through the V opening of my sweater and inside my bra. He gently cupped my breast as I gasped in surprise and pleasure. Our friendly flirting was indeed moving into new and exciting territory.

Just then we both heard the elevator door at the far end of the hall slide open. We still had a few minutes before the intruder would reach us, so we didn't panic. He gave my neck a final gentle nibble and started to remove his hand from inside my bra.

That's when disaster struck. The yarn on my sweater caught on his watch band. His hand was trapped inside my bra! Startled, he peered over my shoulder to see what was hindering him. My hands flew to his wrist and started pulling on the twisted yarn. We were startled, yes, but both of us felt confident the matter would be resolved in just a few seconds. I kept tugging, not caring if it ruined the sweater. I had no idea how strong a few strands of yard could be; it stretches, but it does not break. All the while, we were listening to the click-clack, click-clack of high heels coming closer to us down that hallway. I tried pulling the band apart, to ease the caught material free, but it only snared into more complex tangles.

Panic did hit us then. We had only a few moments before we would be discovered. Like the Keystone Kops, we tried going in different directions. My intent was to crouch down behind the counter where we would be hidden. Lucas was headed for his desk and a pair of scissors. I yipped at the sudden jerk on my breast and we bounced together and bumped heads.

The click-clacks were right outside now - we had run out of time. I thought of pulling the sweater off over my head and running for the supply closet, but it was too late for that. Lucas desperately yanked his hand free and the watch slid off his wrist. His hand was free, but so was my breast. It dangled there, outside my sweater, with the watch hanging on a stretched piece of yarn peering from underneath it.

The intruder stepped into the room then, and there we were, in all our glory. Me, staring down at my exposed breast and the dangling watch; Lucas standing close behind me, his arm just completing the downward journey to his side.

And who was the intruder on our moment of bliss? My boss, you probably think. No, worse than that. It was Cathy, the office gossip, the lady who would walk a mile for a good story to tell at the water cooler. She took in the situation with one quick glance. Her laughter started even as I came to my senses and quickly tucked my breast safely away inside the bra. My head held high with what little dignity I could muster - and with the watch still dangling down the front of my sweater - I walked out. Her laughter echoed down the hall as I ran to the elevator.

Lucas either bribed or blackmailed her somehow. That part was never clear to me, but it was good enough - or bad enough - to keep Cathy's mouth shut. But keep it shut she did and the story never made the rounds, to my everlasting gratitude. ~~~



Martha R. Thomas
1994
Belen, New Mexico

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