[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4ul9bq/our_secret_part_1/)
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Part 2 is just a bit of a filler and a backstory. Part 3 coming shortly!
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He sets his things down and proceeds to remove his jacket. “How was work babe?” She asks. “It was alright. Nothing exciting.” He shrugs. Peter shuffled to the bedroom to change out of his work clothes. “You moved fast.” She teases me. I just roll my eyes at her. I got a major jolt to my system and everything that has happened in the last *checks watch* 3 hours is replaying in my head over and over.
“What have you girls been up to today?”
“We went for brunch. Had a couple drinks and maybe a couple more.” She giggled.
“Oh boy. Staying outta trouble I hope?”
“Trouble? US?” I put on my best appalled face.
He laughed.
“You two are pretty hammered” he notes.
“I have no clue what you’re talking about” she replies innocently then bursts out laughing.
He emerged from the bedroom dressed to go out. He was dressed in dark pants and a long sleeved casual shirt with the sleeves pushed up on both arms. Peter was a good looking guy. He stood about 5’10, medium build, gorgeous smile, hair that was a bit tousled, dirty blonde and green eyes. No doubt he was an attractive guy. There was a staff party tonight and all the guys were heading out to the bars afterwards. They closed a pretty big deal earlier in the week and the firm was closed tomorrow so they were going to celebrate in style.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come babe?” He asks.
“Uh no way. I don’t wanna go out with your gross colleagues.”
“Okay they aren’t THAT bad.”
“Mhmm”
He looks in the mirror one last time. Satisfied with what he saw he turns around and smiles.
“You look hot baabe” she coos.
He walks over and gives her a kiss.
“Behave yourselves. I don’t wanna get a call from the condo manager about a noise complaint” he jokes.
*The only noise complaint will be your girlfriend screaming my name orgasm after orgasm,* I thought and smirked. I caught myself having dirty thoughts and immediately shut them down. I could not believe myself!
“Enjoy your night with the boys and YOU behave yourself! I swear to God if I get a call at 3am from the police station I will be leaving your asses in jail for the night!”
I went home that evening, ~~probably~~most definitely still tipsy from the whole day of drinking. I couldn’t help but think about today’s events. I don’t know if it was the alcohol that made me do what I did and sway my better judgement or whether it was just bringing out what I was suppressing. Regardless, it happened. I couldn’t shake the feeling and images from my mind.
A few months passed without anything being brought up from that day. We hung out like normal since then. We drank and gossiped, sent each other funny things. Everything was normal. We would joke about “that day” and how we drank the day away but not about what happened when we got back to the condo. I guess it was an unspoken rule and we both understood the circumstances.
Turns out, Her and Peter’s relationship was pretty rocky. It wasn’t anything in particular. It was just an overall perspective. She wasn’t happy. She wasn’t feeling satisfied in the relationship in more ways than one. Sure they had a great time together but it was always fun and games. She wanted to see a future with him but he wasn’t looking that far. He was so engrossed in work and his ‘boys’ that his relationship was taking a hit.
“I don’t see us getting married” she said in a defeated tone.
“What? Really? You two are like 2 peas in a pod!” I replied.
“Yeah we get along super well and we always have a good time but when I want to talk about the future he just said brushes it off and says we are still young. I mean, we have been dating for almost five years!”
“Yeah..that’s true. The future is something you SHOULD be taking about. You’ve sorta hit that stage in life where you want to settle down and all.”
“I know. I don’t want to push him. I know he’s busy and his clients this year are extra demanding. I don’t want to pressure him. But I do want him to come to his own conclusion. We don’t even have sex anymore.”
I blushed at her confession. Flashbacks of that day came to me. The way she was looking at me, her lips, the softness of her skin…
“DO you think…we should break up? I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I can’t live like this. I want to be wanted, I want the physical AND emotional attraction. We are young! We should be fucking like rabbits for God sakes!!”
I blinked a few times to bring myself back to reality. I looked at her and she was looking back at me waiting for an answer. Her eyes were eager, anticipating my response.
“I think you should do what makes you happy. Although you’re content, you’re being complacent. You aren’t stepping out of your comfort zone. You’ve settled basically. You deserve to be happy and he deserves to know that.”
“I can drink to that!” She says as she takes a large gulp of her drink.
I take a swig of my drink too. I grimace at the strength of the alcohol. *Today could be interesting.*
We settle our tab at the bar and head back to the condo to continue our night. It was a bit chilly out. November weather was slightly unpredictable. Sometimes you need a sweater and sometimes it would have already snowed. Tonight was sweater weather. My favourite. The walk was short, about 10 minutes from door to door. We head upstairs and enter the condo. Peter wasn’t home yet. It was about 10pm. Clients keeping him busy again, I thought.
“So what do you wanna drink? I have wine and an open bar full of goodies.” she presents it like Vanna White on Wheel of Fortune.
I laughed. I couldn’t believe that Peter was neglecting this hilarious, smart girl.
I poured myself a vodka soda and plopped myself on her couch. She shuffled around the condo and headed to the bedroom to change Into something comfy. As I turned my head, I caught a glimpse of her back as she was removing her shirt. She stepped into the bedroom right after. I inhaled sharply. How I wanted to caress her back. Remove that annoying bra. Trace my finger down her sides and watch her tremble under my touch. Scratch that thought. RIGHT NOW. I physically shook my head to clear my brain.
She plopped down beside me with a glass of wine in hand. She reached for the remote and clicked on the TV. She flicked through the channels and settled for some rom com. She was sitting on the other end of the couch. I glanced sideways at her and at the same time she did too. I smiled my sideways smile and turned back to the TV. My stomach did a few somersaults and suddenly I got really nervous.
A few hours passed and we were completely wasted. Beer cans and bottles of wine, glassware, snacks littered the coffee table. Somehow we managed to have scooted closer to one another and were sitting side by side with our legs touching. I was tracing her fingers with mine saying something along the line of how small her hands were. We put them up against each other’s hand and she agreed. I joked with her asking for a massage. She said she hated giving or getting massages.
“How can you hate massages?!” I exclaimed.
“I don’t know. Because I just do” she replied nonchalantly.
“Have you ever had a hand massage?” I asked.
“No….”
With that answer, I grabbed her hand. I started with her palm. Slow, lazy circles in her palm. Then I traced her fingers one by one lightly massaging each one to the tip of the finger. I looked up at her and she was sort of zoned out. Hand massages have such affect. I put her hand back down and she looked at me.
“I actually really enjoyed that” she commented.
“I told you so. Massages aren’t all the same.”
She laid back on the couch and sprawled out.
“I’m…dru..nk”
“Me too. I’m so fucked”.
She sat up for a bit then snuggled into my side. I put my arm around her and shifted her hair so I could see her face. She was drunk. I was drunk. I wanted to see how far we could go from where we left off last time those months ago.
I heard the door open and she sat up slowly. Peter was drunk. So much for working late.
“Oh hey. I Uh…went out for a couple of drinks after work with the guys. It was a long day. ” he explained in slow slurred words.
She looked at him not even caring about what he just said.
“Go to bed babe. We are just having a girls night. You’re drunk and tired.” She said this with such confidence that I was unsure if she was actually still drunk.
“Uh..yeah. I’m gunna do that.” He shuffled off to the bedroom after shedding his shoes and dropping his briefcase on the floor in the living room.
We listened as staggered around the room. His belt buckle hit the floor and we heard him groan as he hit the bed with a thud. After we were sure he wasn’t going to get back up, we resumed our position. She tilted her head and leaned it against my shoulder and let out a small sigh. I wrapped her with my left arm around her shoulders. Her hand was in my lap. I turned her hand over and traced the lines on her palm. I put my hand on hers and linked my fingers through hers and held on. I was holding my breathe and I didn’t even realize it. She clasped my hand and we were holding hands. I don’t know how it got here but here we were. My heart was pounding out of my chest. *The alcohol and my nerves were going to be the end of me. Tonight would be the night I self combusted.*
She sat up, leaned back against the couch and swung her feet up on my lap. I placed my hands on her shins. I looked over at her and she had her eyes glued on the TV. Slowly, I moved my hands up and down her shins rubbing them ever so slightly. She didn’t flinch. I started lightly massaging her legs with no complaints. I was drunk so I don’t even know how sloppy my hands were being at this point. We were drunk talking about nonsense: life, gossip, the ugly dress the woman on the show was wearing. Suddenly, I felt the need to lay down. I laid my head on the opposite side of the couch of where she was. At first, I had my feet hanging off the couch but eventually it got uncomfortable so I plopped my legs onto her and we became an intertwined mess.
“Why are you so far away?” She mumbled. She sounded beyond drunk and I wasn’t far off her state.
“I dunno. I needed to lay down.” I replied back in the same mumbled manner.
“Come here”
“There’s no space for me though”
She shuffled closer to the edge of the couch and moved a cushion aside.
“Come here” she repeated.
I sat up slowly, really trying not to make my head spin when I got up. I crawled over to her side and laid down beside her. I was being the big spoon. I held my head propped up on one arm while my other draped lazily across her waist.
“Happy now?” I asked.
She replied with a “mhm” and intertwined her fingers through mine.
My arm was falling asleep. I felt her body leaning against mine, relaxed and calm. I could get used to this, I thought to myself. It’s been years since I’d been this close to somebody and I was loving every guilty moment of it. I’m guessing her body was getting numb too because she switched sides and was now facing me. Our silence was comfortable. I think both of us were enjoying the comfort and touch of another person and nothing needed to be said to be understood. My hand laid conveniently on the small of her back when she turned to face me. Her shirt rode up a little bit, caught between her skin and the fabric of the couch. I touched her skin ever so gently, dragging my fingers and swaying my arm side to side. I felt her move against me, cuddling up closer into my chest. My breathing quickened. I drew lazy circles on her lower back, slow and light. My hands were now moving on their own accord. Higher and higher my hand drifted, up her back my fingers drawing gentle patterns all over. I felt her slightly shudder under my touch. I smiled a little bit knowing whatever I was doing was having an effect on her. My hand was hovering around her bra strap. I wanted so much to just undo it and see what would happen. But, being the gentle woman I was, I did no such thing. I ran my finger along the seams of her bra, teasing her skin as I brushed against it on and off.
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