Hands, touching hands Reaching out, touching me, touching you... [https://i.imgur.com/yEQYowO.jpg]

Hands, touching hands Reaching out, touching me, touching you... [https://i.imgur.com/yEQYowO.jpg]

Part 2 - Willing

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But it was time to get out of the bathroom before a mob broke down the door.

I touched up my hair, squeezed back into my jeans, and adjusted my boobs in my soft, comfortable top. The next girl nearly pushed through me.

Leaning against the wall, I slipped my phone out of my bag. I fiddled with the lock screen and blew a long breath. I could call Greg and tell him where I was, explain I wanted to have a little fun before the wedding. Ugh...fuck the wedding. At least there were no pestering messages from mom.

I slipped into a nearby booth facing the door with my legs crossed. Tracing a nail along the edge of the screen, I took a deep breath. 

"Babs? Barbara Finnacker?"

My pulse quickened at the sound behind me. The strong, comforting, sexy tones of Greg. Right behind me. I dashed my phone into my bag, mouth trailing open in surprise. 

"Oh my god! Greg! I didn't expect to see you here."

He carried his gorgeous grin to the other side of the table, sitting across from me.

"Same. Wow. You look amazing, Babs." His eyes flicked across me, retreating before reaching the good part.

I leaned forward against the table. "You too."

His gaze was evasive, which made me want to pursue him, press into him, feel him. At the same time, I fretted. He was with someone. Maybe one of the girls in line. Shit.

Relax. I smiled and volunteered, "So I went and got all packed up for the wedding. Thank you again. But I'm bad driving at night so I'll go when I have more daylight. And, I figured, why not unwind? How about you?"

He brushed his fingers on the table and rubbed his forehead. "Oh...I was just uh, having a few with John. He's around somewhere. So, umm...Babs?"

I set my hands in my lap and put on the smile I wore best for office calls. "Yeah?"

Greg brushed at the scruff of his neck and worked out the words, "I just...well, how we said bye at the end of the day. I didn't mean to...I mean, I didn't want to do it like that. It just kinda happened."

I narrowed my eyes with one lean eyebrow curving up. "Uhhh...the hug? I didn't find it bad. If anything, heh, it kinda reminded me of a friend in college when I was on a weekend softball team. He gave everyone these almost bruising back smacks and slaps on the ass, no matter who you were." I couldn't resist an easy giggle at the memory, like my amusement at Greg's hug.

He flashed an incredulous look. "Seriously?" 

"Oh yeah, I have plenty of stories like that. But, first, let me get you something to drink."

Greg tried to wave me off, but I was firm, "You gave me the week off. It's the least I could do. Please."

I laid on my smile till he slowly nodded. 

I got up and walked over to the bar. I swayed my hips a little more than usual. I knew how many other ladies were around to draw the eye. I wasn't going to let Greg's wander. He would see me all the way to the bar. I turned and looked back over my shoulder with an inviting grin. He was still watching. His face looked flush, but he was watching. If other guys were looking at me and my ass, or anything else, it didn't matter. I had Greg. And I wanted more.

Barbara "Babs" Finnacker [https://i.imgur.com/89gomfC.jpg]

At the bar, I ordered a Raspberry Wild One for myself and a frothy pale ale for Greg.

He sipped it gently, noting he'd had a few already with John. I nursed mine as well, assuring him I wasn't trying to drink him under the table. However, thoughts of what I could do under the table flared up. I was more likely to get splinters than a good time though.

Trying to get as close to Greg as I could, I noticed a faint tint to his eyes. They were betting purple but very faintly off his regular tone. I mentioned it and he immediately tried to check. I offered him a little mirror from my bag.

His eyes widened as he noted, "Woah, I think I won. Or he lost. The color only fades when someone loses. But it's still slightly there so...I forget what that means. I made a bet with John...for fun."

I smirked and folded my arms on the table. "What'd you guys bet?"

Greg bent his hand in the air. I'd encountered a few wild bets in high school, like powder puff games where cheerleaders and footballers got a swap week or a temporary servant. I only bet for fun with my boyfriends. 

After an awkward breath, Greg told me, "It was a really drunk guy sort of bet. He had to hold his...liquor and I had to keep kinda chaste for the evening."

Well, that was quite disappointing. "No loopholes? I mean you seem to have beat out Johnny, so aren't you in the clear?"

He shook his head and gestured to his eyes. I missed his warm blue ones. "I still gotta keep my promise not to indulge in any...urges." He had a hard time not looking at my boobs. 

"Like playing find the nipple?" I teased him. It took him a moment to realize what I meant. He pursed his lips, brushed back his lovely hair, and resisted a blush.

"Babs, you are an amazing co-worker. You light up every room of the office. You allow me to keep my sanity when things go crazy. You are a lovely lady. And I'm gonna miss you next week. But we've been drinking and that's where we should leave it..."

His words were level-headed and strong. That only made me want him more. Screw splinters. I slipped off a shoe under the table and bent a leg across the way. No one was seated in the tables in front of us and the attention of the bar was elsewhere. He was rock-hard as I reached him with my toes.

"Thank you, Greg, but this is what I think. Let's go to your place."

I didn't want to push too hard, but he got the message. He closed out the bill and did ask around about John before I urged him out the door. I doubt he remembered much of the cab ride with my hand inside his pants. I went as slow as I could. 

After paying the driver, Greg unlocked his door. He took a deep breath and we both slipped inside. No waiting once no one was watching. 

His lips on mine were almost as delicious as my lips on other things of his. His first round lasted long enough that we were naked in his room with my bag on his nightstand and my top wrapped around his shoulders like a scarf.

He finally let go with his warmth buried in my chest and my lips still lightly kissing. His musk, his manly aroma, which I caught in faint traces from his sweat and off his neck when I was close, tantalizing me with feeling, enveloped me with a wet, warm rush. 

I cleaned up for him and, once in bed, he gave me some fun too. He was rather rusty but still quite talented with his touch and his firm tongue. 

At some point, we needed a condom, but it barely slowed us. I'd had some nights like this before but not since joining OWL and not with such a surging need. Every quiet evening with the door shut and papers spread across Greg's desk. Every closing where it was just the two of us left. Every time we stood next to each other. Every ounce of restraint it took then was a snap back of fury that creaked Greg's bed long and deep into the evening.

Eventually, he was too raw and tired to go on. So, we showered together, and I made sure he was a clean man. As I changed his bed sheets, I quietly hoped for a second wind. But, once we climbed underneath again, he was out. I conceded to cuddling and resting him against my boobs. Placated but not totally satisfied, I was soon asleep too.

I woke early, as I usually did, and got to work. I used Greg's laundry room tucked away in the back so I would have something clean to wear once our fun ended. I set out the ingredients of a hearty, worthy breakfast from what he had in his fridge. And I checked my phone. 

No messages from mom. Nothing the whole evening. Figures. She promised to send a message about the pre-ceremony plans. I was definitely an afterthought to her since she had her bridesmaids and other stuff all planned. Humph. 

She always went on about how our family had brilliance in it. All the Finnackers and Flanagans who had degrees, whereas I dropped out of college because it was bullshit. She gave a pass to the cousins who never had work despite Masters in Sociology, Anthropology, and English. And sympathy for the one who was a valedictorian on welfare with two kids and countless boyfriends. And not to forget mom marrying a local 'entertainer'. I clenched my phone firmly.

In the dim, morning light it took me a moment to realize something was off about Greg. His hair was lighter, and it wasn't curly like always. Even in the sweatiest moments last night, it hadn't done that.

I hustled over beside him and peeled back the blanket. His beefy form was receding like a slow leak. Quickly, I switched over to the camera on my phone and recorded it. 

My mouth open, I watched as his bulk dwindled away. His stomach flattened. His rough legs became slim and hairless. His thick arms now looked so tiny. His shut eyes wore an accent of black liner. And his deep-red lips became trim with a fair, pink tone.

It took me till a wide-collared, silver cotton baby doll shirt clung to him, from his fair neck to his pale thighs, to recognize who he was changing into. His cousin, Lina.

Her snaking, lean waist. A pair of trim, navy shorts poking out the bottom of the shirt. But especially the layers of bracelets that sparkled with bright, glittery beads. 

Her developing bust wrinkled the shirt with a prominent pair of boobs. No match for mine but they stood out on her petite body. Her legs curled together as a swoop of flaxen blonde hair, like a disheveled crescent, framed her face. No changes followed that. No changes were needed. He was Lina.

I rested on the edge of the bed, staring at the image my phone was recording. Well, fuck...

Saving the recording, for now, I rubbed at my face and pondered what to do. Obviously, Greg hadn't been freed from his bet. And he had lost. She groaned and turned over onto her side.

No point waiting. I shook her small, rounded shoulder and said, "Wake up". She turned to look and murmured, with a little squeak, "Babs? What?" The different feeling to her gaze concerned me.

Curling her legs, she sat up in bed. I wondered what to say but she quickly asked, "Bathroom...oh my gosh. Where?"

I helped her up as she staggered nervously to her feet. Once she had her bearings, she was able to make it the rest of the way. I remembered Lina had an especially small bladder to go with the small (well, mostly) rest of her.

When she was finished, she stared at the walls and asked, "Why am I at Greg's place?"

Well, that settled it...