Anne and I hit it off at work almost immediately. She's sarcastic and raunchy, wildly intelligent and great to talk to. We seemed to follow the frantic nature of each others' mind. It was a special bond, but it was limited by Lin, my girlfriend.
Don't misunderstand, Lin is great in her own charming way. Thoughtful and generous, gracious and kindhearted. I care about her, but especially after a year of dating, the connection hasn't lasted. Our tastes have diverged from one another, our perspectives evolving on their own, often in contrast to the other. Even our communication patterns were shifting away from each other. I first met Anne in February and in July my girlfriend had a trip she needed to go on for a few weeks (I think it ended up being 3 uninterrupted, but ultimately it was about 5 or 6 with a few days where she'd stop in and say hey, just to hop on a plane a few days later or even the next day).
During this period I took a lot of time to assess the relationship. I was happier now, alone, than I'd been in quite some time. I went out and saw people, I did things, I enjoyed my life. Most nights I went out to the bars and meaninglessly flirted with girls, or played darts with strangers. It was a blast.
One night, about a week and a half in, I had the most hellish day at work though. Anne was working that night too and it was just a horrible day. Equipment didn't work, people were crabby, people were stupid. Every single part of the day was awful. We closed 15 minutes later than we usually do and we didn't leave for nearly an hour after we were supposed to get out. Hell. We've all had those days.
So, I did the reasonable, human thing to do. I invited the three other closers over for drinks and chats. Everyone said that they could/would come, but guess who actually showed up.
Anne.
We sat and waited for the others for a half hour or so, just chit chatting and the lot. 30 minutes turned into 2 hours, without noticing anyone else wasn't there. 2 hours turned into an overnight, not in bed, just at my table. We finally had a space to hang out and talk, outside the context of work, and it was blissful. She ended up heading home on her bike as the sun was coming up. Nothing weird happened whatsoever. I just remember standing outside as she peeled away in the early fog and smiling the whole way back to bed.
I felt really good about things, actually. I remember thinking "Yeah. We're just really good friends, I guess! This can work out alright!". I remember spending the rest of the day feeling very positive about how we interacted. We spent the rest of the day texting back and forth and that evening we worked again.
And it was hell again.
I invited everyone over again.
And Anne was the only one to show up. Again.
I was confident this time and felt no guilt about her being the only one. At this juncture I was sure that we were capable of being civil adult friends. We were certainly adults, but perhaps more than friends. It is possible, perhaps, that I had somewhat hoped she was the only one to show up.
When we arrived at the apartment it was hotter than hell.She was wearing those really tight biking pants and a loose tanktop with a sports bra. Before I had even sat down, she had taken her top off, complaining about the heat. I turned the air conditioning way up and got changed myself, into a t-shirt and some gym shorts. Admittedly, I had a moment where I could choose between the loose ones or the ones that were a little more… suggestive and I did choose the suggestive ones. It was ambiguous if she noticed, but it didn't matter much to me. I sat down across the table from her and we continued to chat. Movies, sports, politics. The whole gamut. Didn't really matter, it was all just a game. Each conversations was interlaced with innuendo and outright dirty jokes, gradually moving from the theoretical to the more tangible. We ended up on topics of past sexual exploits. It seemed as though we were swimming closer and closer to the middle, deeper into sexual territory, while still trying to dance around it as safely as possible.
About an hour passed and a few drink were consumed by both of us and I adjusted my body, moving my foot, brushing against hers. I noticed that she didn't move and I tried leaving my foot there, just continuing the conversation as usual. Our eye contact was broken a few times when she looked down and I started to catch subtle, momentary lip bites. Courage now in my blood, I slipped my foot around so the inside of our feet were touching, allowing me to slide my foot up her leg slightly, slowly, inquisitively. Unlike the initial brush, this gesture was much more obvious, much more directed and she took this as quite the invitation. Without breaking conversation she slipped her foot up my leg, down my thigh and firmly against my crotch. Her face was stoney and left little indication that she knew what she was doing.
And now the game was how oblivious could she act and how much could I keep it together. She was pretty good, better than me certainly, but her face would occasionally crack as she watched me trying to form straight sentences with this sudden change in our relationship that had just landed in my lap. It was certainly about that time that it hit me that we were not going to be able to just be friends. She slowly ran her foot back and forth, my train of thought raided and derailed by some manner of sexual bandit or another. She even had the devilishness to call me out. She's periodically just offer a "What? I'm sorry, that didn't make sense," as I tried my damnedest to form meaningful sentences.
Just as I thought I was about to lose my cool entirely, her foot slipped away, honestly to my relief. She moved and began complaining about the heat again. I didn't feel it particularly, but then again, maybe neither did she. I believe it was just a scheme to remove her pants, leaving her sitting across the table from me in just her panties and sports bra. Or, I assumed panties. From where I sat, I couldn't see any of it, I could only guess and she hadn't stood up enough for me to see.
So, in the midst of this, I decided to play along, taking off my shirt in agreement and letting my shorts slip down slightly. I adjusted myself so the head of my member was peeking over the brim of the shorts. I walked to the kitchen, not allowing her to see as I got a drink of water. I wanted to snag a peek at what she was left wearing, while subtly letting her see what she had done to me. Casually, I leaned against the counter, finishing some statement, turning around so she could see. I definitely caught a good lip bite and one of her tell tale laughs she does when she's being flirty. I also caught that she wasn't wearing anything underneath those bike pants. Just a sports bra. My eyes reset to hers and I heard her quietly call out "Come here" with no real indication as to why. So I walked over to her.
In that moment I could feel, before anything else even happened, that the tone of the evening had shifted, that a decision had been made and that we were not about to come back from it.
I stood in front of her and without a word, she grabbed the edge of my pants and slipped them down, taking my cock in her hand, so gingerly, but with so much confidence. She had no sooner gripped my cock than she had the tip in her mouth. Her frosty blue eyes looked up at me as she took the length in her mouth. She didn't completely deep throat it, but she used her tongue playfully and craftily. She swept it around my shaft, moving her head back and forth slightly. I didn't say a word and, frankly, I couldn't move. I'd occasionally get a glance of her wide, blue eyes looking back up at me and it would give me chills as I realized not only what was happening, but who it was happening with. I caressed her head, not realizing that it would be the point that pushed me over. I didn't even have time to warn her, but she didn't seem to mind a bit. she held my cock deep in her mouth as I came and just nonchalantly swallowed.
Without a delay, she stood up and smiled at me, lifting her bra off. She quipped about "meeting the dress code" as she stood there before me, completely naked, my body exposed as well. It felt strangely normal, maybe even good. I don't know exactly how to put it into words.
Regardless of my inability of language, she convince me to move to the bedroom, where we turned on a small lamp that cast warm light on the bedroom. We made out on the bed for a while, occasionally stopping to take stock of what was happening. We were both kind of in a state of celebratory shock. Kissing and celebratory shock gave way to deep sexual tensions as my cock became hard again.
We laid on our sides, kissing deeply, caressing our bodies with whatever flesh we could connect, her leg wrapped tightly around my waist. As I grew harder and more excited and she became more irresistible to me, she rolled to face away from me, grinding her ass against my member. She swayed her hips as I spooned her, my hand gripping her side as my other arm slipped underneath her to grope her voluptuous breast.
I can't think of a moment in time in which I was so engrossed in the sensual aspects of sexuality, the essence of smell, the quality of sounds, the nuance of touch, the particularity of a person's singular flavor and the sight of honey cast light, dripping over the curves and bumps of every form of another human being. I could hear her breathing, her high pitched, hitching sighs as she ground against me. Her smell was familiar to me at this point, but it was very different in an erotic context. I would catch what I can only describe as wisps of pure pheromones, and my heart would race in circles inside my chest. I suddenly felt knew things about sex I hadn't known existed in this space.
I pushed back against her, kissing her neck as we lost ourselves to ourselves. As we ground against one another, I could feel that I was slipping slowly lower, closer and closer to her opening. My heart raced as realization burned inside my blood and burnt on my skin.
I groped both of her breasts as she swayed her hips, pushing against me furiously as my cock slipped lower still, finally slipping free so my cock was between her thighs, just below her soft, warm, inviting pussy.
Every other point in my life, seriously without exception, I have had the common sense to put on a condom. I never cared how passionate things were or seemed or felt, I was always the responsible one to say "hey, one sec. Lemme get a condom." But here I was, grinding against this beauty who wanted to fuck me as bad as I wanted to return the favor and I lost my mind. I found myself so utterly wrapped up in the moment that I gripped my cock and slowly teased at her opening, her body tensing, but responding. She was tight at first, but soaked so completely. She didn't reject my advances and so there was nothing stopping us from going bareback.
I rolled over on top of her as she gripped a pillow moaning. I rolled my hips, moving slowly inside of her, watching how she responded, listening for cues and feeling for non-verbal responses. She slowly opened up to me and I found a reasonable pace, feeling her hips glide up slightly to greet me as I pushed deep. She called out my name, sending ice down my spine, starting at the vertebrae where her fingers touched my spine, her hand stretched back to grab at my hair.
Staying inside of her, I rolled us over on our side, wanting to grope her, wanting desperately to feel her ample breasts. She leaned back so we could kiss. I'd love to tell you that I'm some master lover, or that that moment lasted a lifetime, but the truth is, with her lips pressed against mine, her warm body encompassing my cock and her beautiful, soft breasts in my hands, the pleasure overwhelmed me. I continued to stride inside of her as long as I could before finally, I could hold it in no longer. She gasped a little bit as I pushed inside of her and came, her body tensing, before it eased against me. We just lay there in the slew of emotions floating around our heads.
Eventually she got up and cleaned herself off and eventually I realized how stupid we had just been (we used protection the rest of the weekend) and eventually we got back to our regular lives. And eventually Lin returned home and Anne and I figured that what we'd been doing would come to a stop.
But eventually our resolve wore out and fate would put us together again. But that is certainly a story for another evening. Hope you enjoyed this (and hope this was a lot better than the first time I posted this!)
Cheers!
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