Everything's going swimmingly

            Everything’s been going pretty swimmingly since A and I became engaged. We were talk of the ENTIRE factory and every department for almost a week. It was rather amusing to be honest!! The funniest thing about it is that D was sending me nasty looks ever since A told him about the engagement. He’d been making working on the day shift worse than it already was. A told D’s boss that I’ll be working closely with A on every shift; I’d be scheduled the same shift that A was….We’d start with the overnight shifts, the following week would be afternoon shifts and the last week would be day shift. He thought it’d be best because D was treating me much worse than he had been for a while.
            More often than not, I’d spend the night at A’s; slowly moving my belongings into his house. The nights that I was at my house with my parents’ house were the nights that A would go through his deceased wife’s things figuring what to donate, throw out or to sell. I told him that I want him to keep her wedding dress, engagement and wedding rings, their wedding photos and anything else of sentimental value. He cried hearing that. The days that A went through his wife’s things, I’d stay at my parents’ house to give him as much space as he needed and him knowing that with one text or phone call, I’ll pack a bag and head back to his house.
            When we weren't working, we’d go through small venues and small churches to see which ones we liked the best. Considering that this is his second wedding and my first, we wanted a small venue because we didn't want many people; we only wanted the people closest to us. My nephew would be the ring bearer and my friend, B, would be the flower man. I’d have two of my closest friends as a matron of honor and maid of honor, he’d have his father and his closest work buddy “M” as his best men.

            We had several big discussions of the food. He wanted spicy food and I wanted Italian food as well as comfort food (like macaroni and cheese, fried chicken). We finally agreed on the Italian and comfort foods; some choices would be spicy. The cake tradition wouldn't work out. I love cake, he doesn't  He loves cheesecake, I don’t. We both love ice cream, cookies and brownies….so that would take the place. Over the weekends that we didn’t work, we baked brownies and cookies and storing them in the huge storage freezer at my parents’ house.

            Our funds for the wedding and reception venues, my dress, the cost of the food (including the ice cream, brownies and cookies), there wasn’t enough money so we had an idea. We emailed everyone in our individual email addresses – plus our joint one – and explained that if they received a text from either A or I with wedding details, to save the text, RSVP (with or without a date) and when the get to the church for the wedding, show the security guys the text (they’d have to show the same text at the reception).

            The other day at work, M – A’s best man – was wondering how I got A’s attention a few short months ago. I said that I had no idea how but grateful that I did. B asked how A got my attention and I said that he went out of his way to chase me down every shift that we worked together and his smile. B said that sounded cheesy and yet romantic. I told him to wait until he finds the right person. He said that nobody at work knows that he’s bisexual. I had a conspiracy brewing in my head. I asked if A knew of B’s bisexuality and M said that A did. All I said was good then went off to find A

“Baby!! Babe, two things. I gotta have you soon and I need your help setting M up at the wedding with a friend of mine!” I said

          A grabbed me by the hand and we ran to the supply closet where we had our sexual encounter. Once he locks the door, we rip our clothes off and start having hot, wild and crazy sex. After fulfilling our needs several times, I tell A my plan.

“You know my buddy, B, right? The one that’s gonna be the flower man, right?” I ask.

“Yeah I know him. What about him? He’s gay?” A asked.

“Kinda. He’s bi. M’s bi. I’ve seen them eye each other when they work the same shifts. It’s not the “I’m weary of you” eyeing but it’s the “I’m undressing you with my eyes and imagining 101 ways to have sex with you” eyeing. We’ll set them up at the wedding. I don’t mind if it’ll be a one night stand or if it leads into a relationship!”

“I’m in! B’s you’re best friend and M’s mine! We gotta get them set up!” A said.

       We get dressed and head back to work. I return back to the line I was working on with M. M knew that I just had sex with A (I still can’t believe that we’re engaged!) but is unaware of the plan that A and I have. When the shift ends, I pull M aside and ask him to join me for a beer at the local dive bar. He said sure and I went off to tell A. A is a little surprised but is fine that I’m heading out with his best friend. I swing by A’s house, shower and change then out the door to meet B. 

“Hey, M. Thanks for meeting me here. This bar is my favorite place to go after work. The owner and bartender knows what I want by the look on my face after plopping down on a bar stool after a shift."
"I'm just a little curious why we're meeting. We've never hung out after work before; with or without A"

Aye. Afternoon shift

I wasn’t originally scheduled to work this week but ended up going in Wednesday for the second shift. It was kinda uneventful until I accidentally nicked my thumb with a box cutter (I was thoroughly distracted by A!). He brought me over to the team room so I could clean the nick (bleeding a bit) and put on a special band aid (it has a metal strip between the gauze thing and the adhesive).

“Lemme see your hand” A said.

“I can do it myself, thanks!” I said.

“I know you can’t stand blood. Lemme do it” A said.

“Oye!” I said. “Fine. But it’s not that much blood.”

“Are you meschuggina? You’re turning all shades of green!”

“Just feeling a little funny. Can’t stand the smell of blood. Yeah I know it’s a small amount but I can still smell the iron in blood” I said.

A gets out of the chair, guides me to the chair, helps me sit and places a garbage can near me in case I need to vomit. No wonder I’m crushing on him!! Anyways, he grabs an alcohol wipe and a band aid. After opening the foil up, A reaches for my thumb and gently cleans off the blood.

“HOLY FUCK!” I scream. “Sorry, I keep forgetting how much alcohol stings any kind of scrape or cut! Please forgive me…..I normally don’t curse like that.”

“It’s fine. Look……I just wanted to let you know how sorry I am I didn’t tell you about my wife before. I don’t want to forget her nor do I want to replace her. She did tell me before she died that she’s fine with me remarrying and having children. Grrr; stupid band aid. Where was I? Oh yeah. Anyways, I love you very much and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know that this is the last place to propose, but Deppgrl, would you marry me?” A said.

“YES!!” I said as I flew out of the chair and into his arms, kissing him with every fiber of my being. “Yes, yes, yes, yes and yes!!”

“I take it that your answer is a yes! I’m so glad you said yes!” A said as he leaned down to kiss me. He reaches into a drawer at his desk and pulls out a Tiffany blue box. How did he know that I absolutely ADORE Tiffany’s? I have no idea but the man has class!!

“Now, I need to do this the right way,” A said as he dropped to one knee; opening the box. “Deppgrl, would you do me the honor of being my wife?”

“Yes, A!” I start crying as he pulls out a 3 carat diamond ring set on a platinum band; placing it on my finger. “How did you know about this ring?”

“Long story but I’ll make it short. I talked to D who talked to your folks and your mother said that you ADORE Tiffany’s and wanted a ring similar to this one. I’ve met your parents a few times and they asked me after the first few minutes of meeting them for the very first time if I was going to marry you. I said that I wanted desperately to and they know about my first wife.

That day that you came over was going to be the day I proposed but it wasn’t meant to be that day because you needed the time to know about and accept my first wife; I’ll always love her but my love for you is different; stronger and better.

Now as for D, yes, I am aware that you guys had sex in the office upstairs. He told me that after I told him that I wanted to marry you and take you out of his grips. I wasn’t happy to hear that you had sex with him but that’s in the past and before anything happened with us. Yes, I did call him to ask him to reach out to you the day you stormed out of my house. I didn’t want to reach out to you too much but thought it’d be better if your boss did.”

“I wish I could’ve been the one to introduce you to my parents but I’m kinda glad I didn’t. I would’ve suspected that you were going to talk to them about us and proposing; I most likely would’ve stopped you! But thank you, in this case, for going behind my back. Please don’t do it in the future, ok, love??” I said.

“Anything for you, my beloved, anything for you!” A said and leaned down to kiss me again. “I’m taking you back to OUR home after the shift. We have some catching up to do!”

I blushed like an innocent woman. After finishing the shift, I showered at work and drove a minute to A’s house. After letting myself in, I headed back up to the master bedroom and put on a lacey, sexy negligee. It was a little on the older side but still looked good. I knew that A would have a hard time resisting me wearing it and knew he’d rip it right off.

He came home about 30 minutes after I arrived, came into the room, carrying a bottle of Jack Daniels. I knew I was right when I accepted his proposal. Gorgeous and loving fiancée, the ring I always wanted and some JD.

I don’t think we slept a wink that night but did manage a little bit of sleep before he had to mow the lawn. I looked around the room and I was right. He ripped the negligee into shreds. The bottle of Jack was empty. I looked at my reflection in the mirror above the armoire. I looked a little worse for wear but I was happy

Nothing really to report

Sorry I've been leaving y'all hanging. There really hasn't been anything exciting going on at work...A is out sick, D has been leaving me alone; somewhat. I'm taking some extra hours on V's shift to help with bills. B wasn't scheduled this week so it's a little quiet now.

On a different note, as I was at church Sunday....it seemed like a lightning bolt hit both the pastor and I at the same time. I can't describe what happened or how it happened or let alone WHY it happened.....All I know is that it happened.

We talked a little bit and I invited him to join me for lunch. He accepted and we went to my favorite place less than a mile from the church. We just talked, laughed and got to know each other.

Oye....one of those days.

Today was more interesting than I thought it was going to be. For most of the day, I felt like I should’ve stayed in bed.

I was sent to several lines throughout the day. At one point, D waved me over to show another coworker (from another shift) the gloves I use for stacking boxes on a pallet. I reach to my waistband (where I keep those gloves; nylon with rubber grips on the hands and pads of fingers) and I barely touch my gloves and D’s tugging at them to show my coworker. I just let it go, knowing that I’d talk to him later on in the day.

After I return to the line I was originally on, he comes over. I call him out on pulling my gloves from my waistband. His response? Maybe I wanted him to. I rolled my eyes and told him that I didn’t. So we ended up talking about a bunch of shit (like him hating me, could treat me better and show a little more respect).

He came out of left field and said that he heard that I like him. Wow. What’s with him and hearing shit that I had NOT said to his face?? Oye. I told him that if he hears it from someone else, it’s a rumor; if he hears it from me, then it’s true. I told him that I like him as a person. The look on his face after saying that…..not good. I can’t even describe the expression on his face. It was like a mix of hurt/pain and disappointment.

As he turned to leave, he asked me when I was working again and I told him. His response? “Daaaammmmmmnnnnn!” He said that he wants to sit down in the conference room with me the next time I work to discuss things that I could improve on and things he’s heard that I’ve supposedly said.

My buddy, B, overheard the conversation and thinks that D’s planning on having sex with me on the conference table. I just laughed.

Not as many calls and texts

D has finally given up on calling and texting me, thankfully. Just so tired of him trying to butt into my personal business and to find out what’s going on with A. A is still calling and texting me; he wants to talk but I’m being a stubborn pain in the ass. Personally, I think it’s slightly wrong to screw someone on the anniversary of a spouse’s death. It doesn’t seem right to me.

Anyways, I don’t really feel used by A but he should’ve used a little bit more discretion when we had sex. Plus there have been many opportunities for A and I to have sex before this past Thursday. If I had known that his wife had passed away a few years ago to the day, I would’ve said for us to have sex another time.

I just wish both D and A could make up their minds and decide what they want. I’m tired of the bi polar moods, flirtiness, the anger and the hatred that D shows me. I’m not really tired of A always coming around, being super friendly, having a big ass smile around when I’m nearby, always waving at me. * Le sigh*.

Kinda hoping that A and I can maybe work out after I return his calls and texts. I really do enjoy working with him (when he’s working day shifts, that is). Plus he’s super sweet. I just hope that he understands where I’m coming from when I call him back. Should he have told me that he’s a widower? Yes. Was the timing right? No. He’s human just like the rest of us…..a damn good looking guy.

Not getting left alone.

The last day that I worked this week was Thursday (I had my best friend’s wedding yesterday; Friday). Between leaving work Thursday afternoon, yesterday and today, I had more phone calls and text messages than I had in the past 2 weeks. Most were from D and the others were from A.

The messages that were from D were asking me if I was ok, to see what happened after work on Thursday, wondering why I was at A’s house….that kinda thing. It was so annoying. I mean, seriously? My boss checking on me about what I was doing with another person after work is crossing the line. He has no business to know what I’m doing outside of work. It’s solely my business…..unless it involves him (which we all know, it does NOT).

A’s messages were just him apologizing to me about not telling me about his deceased wife. He made an attempt to say that since it was something personal, he didn’t tell me at work but because he wants me in his life, he wanted to tell me on Thursday when he arrived home but I found out before he had the chance to say something.

Not too long ago, I received a phone call from an unknown number but I usually don’t answer it. I hit the “end call” button so my phone would stop vibrating. A few seconds later, the unknown number called me again. Hesitatingly, I answered.

“Hello?” I answered sweetly.

“It’s D. Please don’t hang up!”

“D, its 12:45 am. I was dead asleep and yet you had the nerve to wake me up?? For what? To make me dislike you even more??”

“I’m sorry that I’m calling you so late and waking you up. I’ve been wanting to call you all night….I finally had the nerve to after spending half the night drinking.”

“Ok. You called after you drank. You called me after blocking your number just in case I actually looked at my caller id. Now that you called, you can hang up and let me get back to bed. I’ll see you in a few days!”

“Deppgrl……please don’t hang up there’s something I wanted to tell you the afternoon that you came up here to tell me about the operator who made you feel uncomfortable.”

“Look, D, I don’t care what it is at this point. I just want my bed. Good night”

“But……”

“No buts. It’s time for bed and I won’t be thinking of you!”

After hanging up with D, I turned off my cell phone but set the alarm across the room so I can actually get up on time for church.

Kissing one man but desiring another

I was working in a different area yesterday than I was on Tuesday. I enjoy NOT working in the same area all the time but the not so good thing about where I was working yesterday, I barely saw A. I hadn’t seen him since he kissed me on Tuesday and D wasn’t in (for which I was kinda grateful for).

Anyways, the conveyor belt on the line that I was working on was a little shakey on its stands so I told the operator. A few minutes later as he’s coming back with tools, the conveyor belt falls off its stands and crashes to the floor (and breaks), throwing a thousand pounds of candy on the floor. I hop over the spilling candy, hit the E stop and then run back over to the operator. As I’m waiting for instructions, I end up getting knee deep in candy.  Of all the times to walk in, A had chosen this moment to walk in. I’m a little embarrassed but he knows that it wasn’t my fault.

The operator, A and I move the pieces of machinery out of the way and start to sweep up the candy. As we sweep up the candy, we have to look for various pieces of machinery. Looking for bits and pieces made the clean up tedious and took about 2 hours. We finally get the area cleaned up and since the line is broken and no work for me, A takes me to another line to work.

As we head to another line, he pulls me to a small corner where practically no one goes to. I know the look in his eyes. He leans down and kisses me, gently guiding me to the wall and pushes me up against the wall. I push away a little to say not to kiss me while working but instead he deepens the kiss. I kiss him back with the same passion he’s kissing me with.

I can feel his sexual arousal. I slide two fingers in between the space of two snaps of his shirt and unsnap that area of his shirt as well as unsnapping the snap below it and slide my hand against his abdomen. With one of his hands, he gently grabs one of my breasts and squeezes my breast a little; I let out a moan. He pulls away and grabs me by my hand and leads me to a supply closet.

After we’re both in the closet, he locks the door from the inside, he rips his uniform off, rips mine off and throws me on the utility table. He drops to his knees, spreads my legs and dove face first into my apex. In a matter of seconds, I’m moaning and screaming in pleasure.

When the release is over, he reaches to his pants to grab his wallet, pulls out a condom and rolls it on. He moves me a little bit on the table and slides his appendage in me. We moan in unison. A starts to thrust into me.

“Deppgrl, you’re amazing.” A pants. “I never thought this would happen with us."

“A…don’t stop!” I moan. “I always wanted us to have sex!”

 “With you? It’s making love!” A thrusts deeper and a little harder. “You deserve better than this table. Come home with me after work. I live a minute down the road.”

“Ok” I said.

Seconds later we climax together. We get our clothes back on. As I leave A stops me. He told me that it was time for me to leave since it was the end of my shift. He scribbled down his address and told me to go ahead in (after telling me where the spare key is), shower and relax.

I nodded my head and booked it to the locker room and change in less than a minute and run out of work after making a stop to get my lunch bag. A few co workers were wondering why I was in such a rush and I said that I have a ton of stuff to do today.

I headed to A’s house and found it with no problems and entered. I left my purse in the hallway and headed upstairs to find the bathroom so I could shower. I open the first door I get to and it’s the spare room. The next door I open is the master bedroom. As I turn to leave, I see a picture of A in a wedding picture. I walked back into the room to take a closer look at the picture because I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. But my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me. I left the room, closed its door and headed back downstairs to grab my purse and leave. As I open the door, A’s there just about to unlock the door.

“Honey? Where are you going?” A asked me.

“I don’t mess with married men. You of all people should know this, A!” I said.

“What are you talking about? I’m NOT married” he stated.

“Bull shit, A. I saw the wedding picture in the master bedroom. I’m sorry I went into your room but I was looking for the bathroom. I wouldn’t have known that you’re married if I hadn’t seen your lips locked with your wife’s lips!!” I said.

“My love, I WAS married a few years ago. You didn’t hear me that I’m no longer married. My wife passed away a few years ago. A few years ago today….” he was saying.

“Whhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaattttttttttttttt?????????????” I shriek. “You fucked me earlier because you’re wife died a few years ago today!!!! How could you use me like that!?!” I said, crying.

“I was going to explain after you showered but obviously you had to find out the wrong way. I wanted to tell you myself because I love you and want to be with you the rest of my life. I even bought…….” A said.

“I don’t go replacing a man’s first wife because she died. I refuse to replace the first wife that a man still clearly loves. I’d be playing second fiddle to your wife for the rest our lives. I won’t do that. Use the ring for someone else to replace your wife.” I said.

I leave the house and hop back into my car and drive off. My phone starts to ring, I answer not even looking at the caller id.

“Hello?” I said.

“Deppgrl. It’s D. How are you?”

“I could be better. Not having a good day. I can’t talk right now. I need to go”.

“Baby, tell me what’s wrong!”

“Why the hell do you care? You hate me. We already had this conversation the other day.”

“I don’t hate you but that’s not the point. I just got off the phone with A. He just told me what happened at the house. He feels terrible!”

“If he loved me like he said he did, he would’ve told me in the first place. Anyways, I desire someone else despite the chemistry between A and I. But whatever. I need to go”.

“I saw him kiss you the other day,” D said. “That really made me mad and jealous!”

“To be honest? I don’t really care what makes you mad or jealous! I’m hanging up. I’ll see you next week!”

I hung up and started receiving a shit load of texts; all of them from D. I just couldn’t, in my vulnerability, let him know that it was him I desired and thought of while A and I were having sex.

Personally, I’m grateful that I don’t have to see A for a few weeks as his schedule changes. But I still have to see D; I don’t want him to pity me at all.