Page 15 of Factory Reset

“That’s right.”

She looked at George and smirked like she knew a secret. I wondered if she did. People had been watching me and George ever since I got there, as if they could sense the strong attraction between us. But ever since I went to his house two days ago, I had the feeling that everyone in town thought we were fucking or something. Which was a bummer, because we weren’t actually fucking. Not that I’d be opposed to rectifying that situation. I was becoming a needy mess the more time I spent with him.

“What’ll y’all have?” Chrissy asked the table.

“We’ll take a couple pitchers of Lone Star,” Leo ordered for the table.

“And a couple of baskets of fries, an appetizer platter, and some chips and salsa please,” Lillian added. She seemed to be the den mother of the group. “We need to soak up the alcohol so we can drive.”

We spent the next two hours working our way through several pitchers of beer and an enormous quantity of appetizers. By the time we started breaking up, it was just before eight o’clock. To my surprise, I was a little bit buzzed. I rarely drank, and the alcohol had hit me harder than I’d expected.

I rubbed my stomach as I pushed to my feet, then immediately tripped over my own feet. George caught my arm, and his palm burned against my bare skin like a brand.

“Whoa there,” he said, giving me a look of concern. “You feelin’ a little tipsy? You didn’t drink that much.”

I nodded. The rest of the people at the table drifted away with promises to see us in the morning.

“I’m kind of a light weight,” I said with a giggle. Alcohol turned me into a woman who giggled. It was super annoying for Sober Me when I remembered it later. It was one of the reasons I rarely drank, but tonight I’d wanted to celebrate our success.

“I better drive you home then,” George said. “Make sure you get home safely. I’ll let Chrissy know that you’ll pick up your car in the morning.”

I didn’t argue when he led me to his truck, wrapping his hands around my waist to boost me up into the seat. I wasn’t drunk by any means, but I was feeling good. Really good. Like lowered inhibitions good. So of course it felt completely natural to twist around in my seat, lean forward, grab George’s shirt, and kiss the stuffing out of him.

George

When Cassie grabbed my shirt, I went to her willingly. I’d been dying to get my lips on her again since we’d kissed in my driveway two days ago. That desire had only gotten stronger after I saw Jimmy put his arm around her in the factory earlier.

I knew that he tended to be an affectionate guy. I knew that I had no claim on Cassie. And yet I’d damn near seen red when Jimmy had touched my girl. Call me a caveman, but I didn’t like that. Not one bit. I was normally very even-tempered. Nothing really ruffled me. Except Cassie. She ruffled me a lot.

Cassie bit my lower lip, making me groan, and I opened up my mouth, letting her in. She kissed me like she’d been thinking about it for two solid days the same way I had been. I’d practically worn the skin off my palm since we’d parted ways on Saturday. I hadn’t masturbated this much since I was a teenager.

Our tongues tangled and on their own accord, my hands slid down to the hem of the knit top she was wearing, sneaking underneath to stroke the soft skin of her belly. When she groaned against my mouth, I grew bolder, moving my hands up to cup her breasts. I kneaded her flesh over the silky fabric of her bra.

Cassie widened her legs and I stepped between her thighs, pressing my rock hard cock against her heat as the kiss went on and on. Her hands slid around my hips, coming to my ass and giving me a firm squeeze as she ground herself against me.

Headlights flashed as someone drove past us, bringing me to my senses. We shouldn’t be doing this in public where anyone could see us. I pulled away regretfully, ignoring the pouty look on Cassie’s face. Reminding myself that she was at least half drunk, I helped her settle into the seat and closed the truck door. Groaning, I adjusted the bulge in my pants as I walked around to the driver’s side so I could drive her back to the house she was renting from my sister.

By the time we’d traveled a block Cassie was fast asleep, snoring softly with her head leaning back against the headrest. When we got to her rental, I woke her up and helped her into the house, my arm around her waist. I brought her right to the bed and sat her down. She looked adorably confused as she looked around the bedroom sleepily, mumbling something I couldn’t quite understand.

Heading back to the kitchen, I rummaged around in the cabinets until I found some ibuprofen, then grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. When I returned to the bedroom, Cassie was sleeping on top of the blankets, wearing only her panties and shirt. While I was gone she had removed her boots, socks, and pants, seemingly without fully waking up. I grabbed her phone off the floor where it had fallen out of her pocket and hooked it up to the charger, then placed the bottles of water and pain reliever next to the phone where she’d find it when she woke up in the morning.

Grabbing a blanket from the bottom of the bed, I covered her up so she wouldn’t get cold. I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and Cassie smiled in her sleep, still mumbling to herself. After I got her settled, I drove home before I did something stupid, like crawl into bed with her and cuddle her like I was a big spoon.

The next few days we worked together closely, both of us pretending like nothing had happened between us. Pretending like we weren’t in a heightened state of arousal whenever we were near each other. We were both professional at all times, but we shared enough hot and wistful looks and had enough ‘accidental on purpose’ touches to tell me we were both dying to pick up where we’d left off the other night.

We spent most of our time perfecting the changes in the processes with the day shift. It was working well, exceeding expectations, and the team had embraced the changes with a lot of enthusiasm. Next week we would roll it out to second and third shifts. Once that was done, Cassie told us that she was going to focus on ergonomic changes to reduce repetitive use injuries and improve biomechanics so that people could work more quickly.

I hadn’t seen my brother-in-law all week, but I knew that Cassie had reported on her changes to the suits, and they’d been thrilled with the improvements. No matter what we did, it might not be enough to save the factory, but I had to hope that our willingness to change and improve would count for something.

Work might have been going well, but by the time Friday came I couldn’t take the sexual tension any longer. I was at the point where I was pretty much thinking about Cassie every minute of the day, and something needed to break before I went crazy. I just hoped that I wasn’t misinterpreting her signals that she was feeling the same.

I was coming out of one of the machine rooms on Friday afternoon when I spotted Cassie heading for the ladies’ room. I followed her, wanting to talk to her alone. For some reason she didn’t look surprised to see me lurking in the hallway waiting for her after she used the restroom.

“What’s going on, big guy?” she asked softly. “Need to use the ladies room?”

Looking around to make sure no one was close by, I stepped close to her and spoke quietly, just in case I’d missed someone.

“I wanted to ask if you would you like to come for dinner tonight at my place?”