This is part 2 of 4 and and still mainly setting everything up for part 4 and hopefully other future stories (assuming everyone doesn't hate it). I've marked it as coed as it is a story about a girl and a guy - but advanced warning that the messy part is on the guy.

Thursday:

Callum was walking through the city centre to his office,

"Should I get my normal coffee or could they be a bit annoyed with me after yesterday" he pondered as he was stood just outside.

"Boo" came a chirpy voice from behind snapping Callum out of his sleepy state

"I'd leave it today if I were you" said Sophie, "Dave wasn't too impressed with your little joke. I swear he was talking with Sally for like 5 minutes before I decided to step in and let them know what you did."

Callum guessed Dave must have been the other barista

"I'm sorry" chuckled Callum, "I just couldn't resist it. Were they really annoyed?"

"Sally's a regular, she's not usually up that early though. She's a DJ. Weddings, funerals, bar mitzvah's and cheesy club nights. She saw the funny side. Dave's off until Monday after today, he'll have killed enough brain cells over the weekend playing rugby to long forget about it by then. So no need to worry" said Sophie

"Good" responded Callum "One day without coffee is about as much as I can take!"

"Are you not worried about me being annoyed" Sophie had a little smirk on her face again when she said that. Well Callum was pretty sure she did

"I saw you smirk yesterday, you found it funny" he said

"Well maybe a touch but I still had to sort it out and I'm only off today. I'll be back tomorrow morning. Maybe I have a long memory" she couldn't quite control the laughter this time

"So why are you here on your day off" Callum pondered out loud

"Well the Lycra isn't a fashion statement, I'm jogging duh" was the response

Callum realised he'd actually been looking at Sophie's face and a quick glance down made him realise that was an error! A tight Lycra vest top, which had a lot to hold in, and from his height there was some spillage. He didn't even notice the leggings until she jogged away a few minutes later.

The "quick" glance down may not have been what Callum thought though

"Looks like you might like the Lycra then. Eyes up now". Not quite Sophie scolding him, but he'd been caught

"I might count that as strike two Mr Mocha" she giggled.

"I better get going, see you for your cappuccino tomorrow morning" and off Sophie jogged

Callum continued on his way to work and most of the morning found himself thinking about Sophie. Normally, this would have been absolutely no issue but it was monthly review day. Emma is his line manager. She must be 31 or 32 as Callum vaguely remembers her being in 6th Form when he started secondary school. He always thought she looked older though but might be due to how she acted around the office. She seemed to want to make sure she is thought of as management, maybe because she was younger than the other managers, she thought she had to try harder? Callum wasn't certain but some of the other staff hadn't really taken to her and thought she could be a bit, well... "managementy". Callum didn't think that but could see why they would and she did try to hard, especially when trying to get involved with office banter.

By banter, we're not talking anything extreme here, like I said most of the staff are a little older but its the school nickname conversation that Callum remembers most. He can't even remember most of what everyone said, but remembers Emma's. Callum's was Heinz. No Germanic background or anything in 6th form he had a bucket of beans poured over him during charity week. In terms of nicknames sticking he didn't mind that. Means he can explain he's charitable and kinda fun, plus it shows a step up from usual nicknames. Idiots would have just called him Beanie, Beans or Beano in your tradition drunken football fan shouting manner. Heinz was somehow almost sophisticated.

Emma's sounded cute; Tigger. A cartoon character from Winnie the Pooh. She explained it's because Tigger likes to bounce. Did she do trampolining when she was younger maybe??? Ooooh no, it was her chest that liked to bounce!! She was certainly well endowed and followed it with a little bouncy jiggle. Let's just say it felt over friendly when she really wasn't that type of boss.

Now for Callum, as previously mentioned, average was a good description and nice could certainly be added to that. At the end of the day though he is 25 and single and whilst certainly not pervy, as you may have spotted with Sophie earlier, eyes can wander.

Callum was always last on the monthly review list. Mainly because he was the easiest to deal with and was far less awkward with Emma than the others. He completed his work on time, had no issues with anyone and stayed out of office politics. Perversely that meant he was slap bang in the middle of office politics as everyone liked him and he therefore knew everything that was going on. Emma was astute enough to know this and regarded him as very important because of it.

It was 4:45pm before he was called through to a meeting room in a different part of the building. Always a different meeting room each month how many of them are there? Anyway, he walks in and Emma stands to shake his hand that was probably about as managementy as she gets with him.

Emma's about average height he'd guess about 5ft6, a black bob haircut and not skinny but not big. Callum clearly not good with sizes, so to help out here the "plump" that he described Sophie as is probably a 16, Emma 12/14 more a 12 really but top heavy so tops are a tricky choice for her and Sally would be a 10. Now what about bra sizes I hear you ask...well I'm a narrator not some magical fairy that knows everyone intimately but at a guess Sally: 32c, Sophie: 38dd and Emma well hard to gauge really could be 34 or 36 cup size wise defo onto an F maybe even a G.

Whilst we're just having a little chat rather continuing the story, let's even up the measuring up. So who do we have, Callum: waist size 34/36 inches defo a little podge, Gregg: 30/32 inches and Dave; well we've only seen him behind a big coffee machine but I happen to know he plays on the wing. Partial credit to those who paid enough attention to remember he's a rugby player. He's gonna be muscly let's face it so I think he'll be a trim 34 inches. As for those of you who want more intimate measurements, at this point shall we just say that Gregg is quite good with the ladies and we've used the word average for Callum quite a bit.

Anyway, back to the story..

Emma did go for skirts on the short side, presumably an effort to draw to them rather than the top heaviness. And no tights. Callum always thought they were nice legs. The top, well as mentioned she's an awkward shape and this one was probably on the too tight side. A button up, sleeveless blouse, well it is an unusually hot September. The issue was a little bit of gaping (bit of double sided sticky tape does the trick for any ladies with larger boobs reading, although you'll know that anyway so maybe for guys to impress a wife and/or girlfriend - or equally for muscly pecs. Now Callum kinda had boobs on the mind today after seeing Sophie this morning. This meant that by the way they sat, side by side at the table but with chairs turned to part face each other you know what I mean the way HR departments tell managers to do rather than across a table some crap about being more open and inviting. For whatever reason it was done, well it meant he had a nice view.

The work stuff was sorted in 10 minutes all targets met, helped the new girl straight out of college (probably more than the actual person training her) and stopped someone else's balls up from becoming a complaint. Callum didn't even know that Emma knew about that, he was stopping someone else getting in trouble. Turned out though they owned up to the mistake in their meeting, which is why Emma was running so late. She had been looking through all files and listening to calls to see how Callum sorted it and she was mightily impressed. Despite the end of the day being 5pm - she couldn't help a little chat.

"Did you know we went to the same school" asked Emma

"Yeah I though so" responded Callum, "I think you were in the 6th Form when I started, you might even have shown me around"

"Alright, alright don't make me feel old I'm only 5 years older than you!" said Emma a little snappily

"It wasn't a bad school really was it?" she continued. Clearly not posed as a question she expected an answer to. It was at these meetings that Callum had learnt she was a much a nicer person and chatty very chatty, "there's definitely a lot worse around here and the charity week thing is a really good idea. It used to raise so much and always for a small local charity too"

"Yeah that was good of them and it was always going to do well - at the end of the day who wouldn't effectively want a week messing around off timetable" Callum managed to get in

"I've heard they've stopped it now though" was the sad reply from Emma

"WHAT!!!" Exclaimed Callum, with real annoyance in his voice, "That's terrible and just. Well it just makes no sense. We should do it here. I know not a week obviously, but maybe head office would allow a day?"

"Didn't think you would have enjoyed it THAT much.Heinz", Emma giggled, "Was it a lot of beans?"

"I forgot you knew about that" smiled Callum, "All for charity and I don't think I'd get voted for here, plus there could be worse nicknames eh Tigger?"

Callum instantly thought he may have overstepped there. Even more so since he glanced towards said area that created the Tigger name.

"Well firstly" she responded, "I may need to take partial blame"

Callum just looked puzzled

"Well it was when I was in 6th Form that I suggested a gunge vote for charity week" admitted Emma, "It was meant to be teachers but they weren't keen. Think that means its my creation that got you all beaney"

"You never answered whether it was a lot of beans by the way?" she giggled and a proper schoolgirl giggle at that

"It was two whole buckets, so yeah it was" confirmed Callum, "Did you ever get voted for?"

"I'm guessing not in your school uniform" Emma was virtually laughing out loud now

"No, that would have got me in trouble, swim shorts so easy to clean" said Callum

Emma shifted in her seat slightly "oooh so A LOT of you got covered then. You poor thing. I bet it went everywhere"

Callum just laughed. He thought that was the safest thing to do. Plus Emma laughing helped him understand the Tigger nickname!

Emma continued "I did get it, I had come up with the idea after all , just put an old t-shirt on over a bikini. Not a great deal of protection though and I know how much seeped inside the t shirt for me, so I bet you found beans in your shorts and no protection under those"

The Tiggers were bouncing again and the gap between the buttons meant Callum could clearly see her bra which was very much half cup rather than full so a good amount of skin too.

Emma had noticed and hadn't forgot what he said before

"Now, you said that you wouldn't get voted for if we did a charity day thing here and then you called me Tigger" she was still giggling, "Well I think that would get one vote from me. It's very hard living with these you know? Just look at the gap on this top.

At this point she wiggled her finger in the gap.

Callum had never thought of Emma in a sexual way, she's just kinda not like that and he knows she's married. However, she has just pointed out to him that he can see through a gap in her top, which he had noticed anyway, but having it pointed out to him meant he could look freely.

Emma continued "If I buy the right size it just doesn't fit across here properly and buy a bigger size and it makes me look fat. I know I'm not the skinniest in the world but I really don't think I'm fat. Actually, you can probably see my bra can't you? What's the point of even having this top button done up?"

Probably nerves, trepidation or maybe even a little fear but Callum thought trying to show he's a modern man would be the right thing to do at this point. Like I said he's nice

"Well I'm not an expert" stammered Callum, the stammer being because Emma was now fiddling with that top button, "But I'm sure I saw a TV show where it said about about distracting from an area by showing off another"

"Are you suggesting a shorter skirt?" said Emma, "because I don't think a crop top is suitable office attire and my tummy's not that flat! Although I guess yours was out when you were beaned"

She was laughing hard now

Callum actually felt a little self conscious about his belly.

"I'm sorry" said Emma "I bet you looked cute covered in beans. I'd spotted you looked a little down today just thought a little chat might cheer you up. I'm always happy to talk if you need to"

"Oh I'm fine, nothing to worry about" said Callum, ignoring the beans comment for now but remembering there is a video of it on YouTube.

Emma jumped straight in, almost before Callum finished speaking, "That means its a girl, I understand. So you didn't say how much of my bra you can see, through this gap?

"Ummm, there is a little that can be seen" Callum answered

"More or less with the button undone" as she undid the top button

Callum was now looking at a lot of cleavage. Boobs spilling out of her bra and a good part of the bra on show.

"It is a little more cleavage, but it's very nice" he blurted out

"So, I should probably say that I have actually suggested in a management meeting about a charity day" Emma changed the subject, "It got sent to head office and they're pretty happy with the idea. So I'm picking you to help me with our departments ideas. I've arranged a meeting for us next week so we can work out the best way to get you covered in gunge I mean come up with our ideas!"

"Woooah wooah wooah" was Callum's over elaborate response, "We can work it out properly next week but I want an honest vote"

Emma's face lit up, "But you're happy to risk a gunging?"

"If I'm up against you, I'll consider it" joked Callum

That was then put aside for next week and after chatting for another 10 minutes or so with Callum's eyes occasionally being caught looking a little low the interjection of the cleaner meant they realised they had run quite a bit past the end of the day.

Gregg was already back when Callum got home. A Thursday night with no football, meant a simple decision Fifa or Call of Duty. Call of Duty was the decision and Callum died. A lot. His mind was elsewhere, so a fairly early night was taken with 2 big-boobed ladies on his mind and weirdly gunge.