Lucas and I decided to meet up just before the lunch hour for a casual walk. He was working at a new company and I had the day off, but we were trying our best to behave ourselves regarding our frequent hook-ups from the past couple of years so we agreed it should be somewhere public. He was always afraid that someone would see us together and go tell his girlfriend, I always laughed at him for worrying because I could not give a fuck less about her knowing that we were still friends. Am I the asshole? Probably.
I parked down the street and waited for him to get far enough away from his building that I could join him without his co-workers knowing. I hopped out of my car and walked over, already grinning at him because of the general pointlessness of this whole ruse. He smirked for a moment, “What?” I just shrugged and shook my head, still grinning, as I gave him a hug. I couldn’t resist grabbing his ass, but I did resist a quick nip to his neck. He huffed and pushed me away a little, grabbing the offending hand and pulling it behind my back as he sternly tried to warn me off doing it again with a “Behave,” and a frown. I never liked to behave for any consistent amount of time around him, so I’m sure I frowned back or sucked my teeth. He let my arm go, either way, and I folded my hands behind me, resting them on my ass for a short time. I walked just a little ahead of him and did the type of walking that jiggled everything from my knees to my lower back in my favorite (his too) yoga pants.
We walked and talked for a couple minutes, laughing and chatting like we always did. It was easy and comfortable and I became more and more aware that I was balling my hands into fists or digging my nails into my palms to distract me from how much I just wanted to tackle him into the bushes or run behind the apartments and fucking ravish him. It had been too long and we had never really talked through what boundaries would be before he got back with his girl. He said something and I stood still, stopped our meandering walk, and turned to look at him. Something in my expression or how I was standing must have made him realize that he was treading a bit too close to the line and he froze. I looked around and saw no one within half a mile of us, realizing we’d walked a very long way from his office.
When I looked back to him to make some sort of filthy innuendo, he was a lot closer to me than a second before. I let out a controlled breath, and I looked up into his eyes as my hands clenched behind my back again. I took a few steps off the sidewalk near a little shaded spot against a fence and watched him with a clear expression of need on my face. I knew that, if he didn’t follow me, I could safely walk back to my car and we’d probably fall into speaking once every 6 months to a year until he decided (again) that he was done with his girl and I contemplated whether I was ready to see him again. I was never really hurt by this, because some part of me said “It’s cheating and cheating is wrong.” Most of me, however, was overwhelmed with sex hormones and I felt like I was sizzling and popping almost all the time when he was near me.
He followed me over into the shade, a sigh of relief as my expression changed a little. He laughed at me, asking if I thought he’d pass me up on this chance. I told him I half-thought he would since she was around again. He shut me up as he threaded his fingers into my hair and sealed my lips with his. I inhaled again, lifting up a little, thoughtless as my body attempted to mold to his, my hands wrapping into the fence behind my back as I returned the kiss. He broke the kiss with a little groan as one of my hands raced up his back and dug nails into his skin, then he pressed me hard up against the fence, his frame against mine and his free hand gripping my ass while he pressed his knee between my legs and lifted me up onto his thigh, anchoring me there while he went in for another hungry kiss. I ground my hips against his thigh, every single thought consumed by him, my eyes closed as I softly moaned into each kiss. It seemed like half an hour later, but was probably just a few short minutes, but he finally pulled free and huffed out another breath, saying something about it getting late and being worried about getting back to work.
I did what I could to straighten myself out. I’m sure that several cars had gone by, maybe even some people out or a walk themselves, but I never noticed. We walked back in silence, for the most part. I knew that I’d see him again if he asked me to, I just hoped we’d get a longer walk then.
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