This is one of those rare occasions where Michael has been inspired to write a little piece of fiction…..
We had worked together for 5 years and for 5 years I had longed for her. Not that I did anything about it other than gazing longingly at her over the walls of my cubicle, that and trying to join in with office party games that she would sometimes participate in. Yeah, it was that kind of place, straight out of the 1950’s with Limbo and Hula hoop competitions. All of these designed to show off the charms of the bevy of young beauties the firm hired, mostly as a revolving pool of sexually available women for the executive managers. I have no idea how the place wasn’t swimming in sexual harassment lawsuits. I guess the extraordinary pay might have helped with that.
But Judy never got caught by any of the sharks that glided around the office floor looking for a tender tidbit to whet their appetite. She always knew just how to dance away, with a giggle and a suggestive wiggle of her pert bottom leaving them wondering just how she had slipped away from their sharp bite.
I never had the nerve to approach Judy, even though I was convinced she treated me to what I thought was a secret smile whenever she passed by my desk. The thrilling scent of her perfume that she left in her wake could keep me going for days on end. I was utterly besotted with her and the years didn’t seem to change that one bit.
Then it was my 5th Christmas with the firm and the annual Christmas party. It maybe because I had a few extra glasses of eggnog from the spiked punch-bowl or more likely it was that it was also my last day with the firm but when it can time for the party game and I realised it was the silly but potentially sexy pass the orange game, you know the one where you hold an orange under your chin and pass it to the next person in line without using your hands? Well I screwed up my courage and took my place in the line. Second to last in line right before Judy. I was so nervous as I took the orange from the person before me in the line under my chin that I almost dropped the damn thing. Imagine my shock as I turned around to pass it to Judy and saw that she had taken the office mistletoe down and was holding it right in front of me. All I could see were the green leaves and white berries and her blood red lipstick coloured lips which whispered “kiss me” through the foliage.
The room fell silent and the only sound I heard was the orange hitting the floor as I gathered her in my arms and took that kiss I had longed for over all our years here together. Her mouth was as sweet as I had imagined as her hands slid across my back before gliding down my body to my skirt and gently grabbing the globes of my ass. She broke our kiss and whispered in my ear,
“It’s my last day too, let’s not waste it here” and she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the elevator.