It’s raining when you come to visit me. Your little dog doesn’t like getting his feet wet so you’re carrying him through the puddles. This dog struggles, throwing your balance off, landing your cheek kiss squarely on my mouth. I can feel myself blushing, like my desire is written in neon above my head. You hurry ahead of me, inside and out of the wet
We stand in the hall, looking at each other. You set the dog down and he waddles off.
We hug again, long and comfortable. I rest my cheek on your chest. Looking at the print of Muhammad Ali on your t shirt. We just hold one another, thinking about the years we were friends, before I went away. I’m in my pyjamas, working from home. It feels comfortably intimate.
I break away and go to the kitchen, to compose myself. When I come through with the tea, you are settled on the sofa. I perch at the other end, bring my knees up to my chest. My pyjama pants are black with white stars and my socks have pink love hearts on them. I’m wearing an oversized long sleeved t, promoting an airline I’ve never flown. I got it at the flea market. This is not what I’d expected to be wearing while vibrating with sexual desire.
You finally break the silence. “Don’t worry, I know. Husband, kids, pets…. this,” and you wave your hand around the room.
I meet your gaze. Hold it. “That’s not a hard no.”
I’m not sure which one of us is more shocked by my reply. I feel like my clitoris has seized control of my mouth, and my brain is standing there asking what the FUCK is happening?
Ms Clitoris is running with it. “It only happens once, and not now. We’re going to do this well, and it goes with us to our graves. We don’t ever tell another soul. Does that sound good to you?”
The cat’s got your tongue now. Yes, you nod, yes it does.
My brain decides to hit the pause button on this one the only way it can, and takes the talking libido back to the kitchen. I roll a joint, thinking we could do with a timeout.
I do roll a very neat joint, and I’m leaning with me elbows in the counter, trying to poke the filter in. I feel your hand on my waist.
I smile over my shoulder at you, and you wrap your arm around my waist and nuzzle my neck. I can feel I’m slippery wet already. It wouldn’t take too much more of that hot breath to make me come.
I can’t, M, not today. The kids will be home from school soon. But… a small warm-up, yes.
Inside my pyjama top, you slide your hands up from my waist to cup my breasts. I can feel your hard cock through your jeans, pulsating against my ass. You’re squeezing my breasts and whispering my name.
I spin around to face you, and jump up int the counter. I wrap my legs around your waist and kiss you deeply, grinding into your trapped cock. My pussy is so wet my pyjamas are soaked, but I can’t take them off. If I do that, our one and only time is going to be right now, on the kitchen bench.
We can’t, M. I’d better walk you out. You are walking awkwardly, with your hard-on still raging. Your dog trots up to you. I escort you with my hand on the small of your back, my fingers inside your waistband. We kiss deeply again inside the tall gate, and I cup your tight balls in my hand.
Soon, I say. I’ll message you.
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