"Let's just become a fuck buddy," I said that out loud randomly to my office-mate. He was startled, silent in disbelief. But then he agrees with me.
We started as a friend who doesn't really like each other. Although at some point, I don't know why he was so fluent in telling stories that I don't want to know. It feels like he put all his thoughts and words like a flowing river whenever he was with me. Maybe he's just too comfortable.
I knew his stories but he doesn't really know mine. I knew on how he was so broken-hearted after being dumped with his girlfriend. I know who his father was. I know how he grew up. I even know how his mother managed all his old man's money to the point that his family live comfortable in the suburb area by now. I knew all of them because he told me, why would I know the life, the friends, the lovers, the history of him if he didn't pour all those things to my head without me even asking?
***
We started our routine as a fuck buddy with me who regularly visit him in his house every weekend. I have nothing to do at the weekend by the way.
Sometimes I just bring myself in and sometimes I brought him something to eat. He doesn't really care about great food unlike myself. I dedicate myself looking for food delicacies. So he basically eat everything I brought for him.
We spend the weekend basically to release our biological needs. For me, it's normal and natural. I am at the age that needs to be biologically fulfilled, I can stand on my own and get my financial needs fulfilled by myself. Not with my biological needs. And I don't fancy having one night stand. So it's a win-win solution for us. We both need that.
After releasing what we need, we usually just resting on each other's body while talking about work. Him with all his high and mighty prejudice over other's work effort. Him with all his passion to his hobbies. I guess this person only needs someone to listen religiously to him. Because he basically had nobody to spit out all the things in his head. And I am basically there, listening to him, agreeing. Unless what comes from his mouth triggers my disagreement.
Then we're back again at enjoying each other's company. We started to kiss each other, smelling each other, and reunited once again in pleasure.
To think about it again, I like being in this kind of relationship. Where we act normally as an office-mate in daily life, but we have each other's arm and warmth every weekend without involving romantic feeling in that.
***
He started to get serious in relationship, he's saying to me that he is now hitting our other office mate. Strangely, I fully supported him on that. Probably because we're just a fuck buddy with no string attached after all.
He still asks me to come over to his house every weekend. And curious me asked, "How do you expect to move forward and progressing with her if you still spend your time with me every weekend?"
"Well, we can talk about that later." Then I didn't ask him anything after that.
We're back to our business again.
I often wear his shirts that are oversized in my body. I never really bring lot of clothes when I stayed every weekend in his house. So I wear whatever on his wardrobe. Sometimes I also cook for him although I consider my cooking skill was just par. Well, as I said he didn't really mind about taste. He only needs to fulfil his biological needs.
I love it when he hugged me from my back when I'm busy making him a simple fried rice or an omelette. I love it when he plays my breast under his shirt when I'm washing the dishes. And I love it when he kiss my nape or jokingly whisper in my ears.
It's strange because I don't really like him and his attitude at work. I don't really like interact with him at the office. But I like being intimate with him every weekend as if we don't work at the same place.
It is also strange that I enjoy on how he make me feel after we're having fun and pleasing each other's body multiple times on the weekend.
***
He starts dating the girl he was hitting on.
I rarely come over to his house again every weekend. I guess he now has done what we usually done with his girl now.
But I never said that we're ending our terms as a fuck buddy. It's naturally starting but it doesn't naturally end.
We're still a good friend at the office, acting like we never touch each other body intimately. We still sometimes argue at each other if we disagree to each other's opinion at the meeting.
Though deep down, I know that he wanted me to come over again to his house every weekend. And I just realised that, it's not just biological needs that I can fulfil. I also gave him the space and the ears that are always there for him.
