2.
One day recently Isabella came round to my house and we drank wine together. We were alone in the house together as my wife was away for the weekend. Isabella hadn’t realised, she said. I could see her weighing up the implications of the fact, but I couldn’t read her, tell what she was thinking.
It was early in the evening and I was very happy to have her around and really quite excited, thinking that in another life we might have fallen into each other’s arms leading to a night of mad passionate love making. In other words, I was feeding my fantasies.
Besides, her partner was coming over, like he did every Friday evening and she would soon be off, doing whatever it was they did.
We drank and laughed easily together just like we always have done. But she seemed to grow a little braver. And whilst we still sat quite separately in different chairs, the mood changed. She told me that she still had sexual feelings, and even that she had bought herself a vibrator from a store. She told me the story of how she had braved going into the shop, and how a charming young man had served her, made her feel comfortable.
She bought a Rabbit, she told me, and described it and how it worked.
She threw her head back as she told me how she loved to come and that she couldn’t live without it.
‘There’s nothing wrong with that is there?’ she asked, watching my reaction with interest. That had since been replaced by three little bullet vibrators. ‘They are very powerful.’ I joked that she had managed to wear out her rabbit.
I sat opposite her growing very aroused. She glanced at my lap where it was obvious that she was turning me on. The air was so charged in the room, or was I imaging things? Here we were talking about sexual desire, about the need to enjoy sex, with or without a partner. This was a complete revelation to me, a side to her I had only imagined and never really expected to be discussing. I put it down to the wine we were drinking and felt grateful that I had been trusted enough to share her intimate secrets with.
Isabella had to leave when her partner arrived but asked me to print something for her, a return label for a parcel.
I said, ‘Shall I bring it round one evening in the week?’
‘Yes,’ she said, with a twinkle in her eye. ‘That’d be nice.’
After she left I replayed the scenario over and over in my mind thinking, was I reading the situation right, was she coming on to me? It seemed obviously so, but I was also uncertain. What if I got it wrong? I was her friend. Worse still, she was my wife’s friend. It would have been a disaster to get it wrong and embarrass us both by taking things further when she was just talking honestly and openly to a trusted friend.
This was a very risky and potentially damaging scenario developing here. Was I thinking straight, or were my balls doing my thinking for me? I honestly couldn’t tell, despite turning it over and over in my mind.
That night I masturbated thinking about her, like I had every night for so long. But on this occasion I came so hard and called put her name as my legs gave way beneath me. I fell asleep quite exhausted, unusually so following a session of self loving. It had been intense, despite being the only kind of sexual pleasure I had for quite some time. Intense and explosive, like part of me believed we were on the brink of something amazing.
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Now I’m hooked. ?