After an afternoon of video games and delivery pizza, we concluded it was an opportune evening for a walk. We had been flirting all afternoon; I laughly freely at his jokes and him being more animated and sarcastic in his humor. As we wandered along the trail behind my house we chatted idly. Me griping some about my parents and all their annoying mannerisms that I didn’t recognize until I wasn’t living with them anymore. Him sharing of his adventures from when he was away traveling around the world for work. Occasionally the conversation would fall into a companionable silence, both of us just appreciating the presence of the other. When the subtle breezes played with the skirt of my casual summer dress, I felt as though I was dancing. Suddenly, my phone was buzzing. “It’s John” I said, answering the video call. We walked along as I explained that I was out on a stroll with one of our friends. My husband, not wanting to keep on the phone when I was with company kept the call brief. “Just calling to say goodnight ” he said, “I love you and will see you tomorrow.” “Sounds good” I reply, “love you too. Have a good night at work.” I hung up. And was suddenly blind.
“I can’t see!” I exclaimed. “You can’t?” My friend wondered. “A bright screen was just pointed into my eyes for several minutes and it’s dark out to begin with.” “Here, take my arm until you can see again.” I gratefully took his arm. We continued walking like this going through a thicket of trees which masked the light of the night sky. ” Can you see yet?” He asked. “Not really…its super dark out here.” Without cause, he shifted and took my hand in his. I felt fireworks pulse along my nerves. I was holding hands with this attractive, single friend of mine who I had secretly had a crush on since high school. After a few more minutes he inquired again about my visibility. “I can see a little better now, yes.” And with that he let his hold on my hand go. As we turned a corner and had the house back in view, I was left to wonder if he had felt the fireworks too.
He had mentioned in past conversations that I wasn’t his type, but it didn’t help me to move on emotionally. I abruptly felt guilty. Marriage hadn’t even impeded my feelings, although it really should have. When we got back to the house he packed up the games he had brought that were in disarray all over a near by table, we talked of our plans for the rest of the week. The drive to drop him off at his place was uneventful and we mostly listened music. However, as I pulled down the drive to his apartment he asked, “Do you ever masturbate? What are your thoughts on it?” An interesting and taboo topic, but one, that with this friend, I was comfortable pursuing. I parked the car in the turn around and we discussed various aspects of sex, intimate experiences, stories of others we had come across and a little bit about porn. Then as fast as the topic came up, it faded into silence.
I was worked up slightly from our conversation, but was too coward and too married to make any advances. Besides, I thought, not his type. Then, my ears brought me from my personal turmoil. As quiet and husky as a primal growl he uttered a name. My nickname. He was the only one who addressed me that way anymore. A name I made for myself in college. I looked at him and he reached for me. We leaned together as he gently hooked the back of my neck with his hand and kissed me! An series of explosions this time; heart racing, nerves dancing, fluids ebbing. The kiss; Slow, and questioning at first…exploring the sensation, then as I kissed him back, the rhythm heated.
In a flash of alarm, I broke the intensifying embrace. “But, I thought I wasn’t your type?” I puzzled. “I only said that to make myself try not to have feelings for you” he began “honestly though, you look amazing. I can tell you’ve been exercising and that dress has been hugging your curves all day!” I blushed at the compliments and was about to rebuttal when I changed gears last second. “So, I’ve been a tease all day, huh? You like when I tease you?” I asked sliding the hem of my skirt up to reveal a smooth silken knee and lower thigh. His eyes grew wide and his breath quickened.
Then, his expression changed. He smirked. His devious beautiful smirk. His full facial beard only faintly shifting to show his grin. “Get in the back. On your knees.” He whispered. Now it was my turn to be wide eyed. I did as I was told – and waited.
To be continued….?
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