Chapter One: Solo
7:30 Sunday morning........
Dread washed over me as I unlocked the front door to my home. It was eerily quiet, and the morning light was still creeping through the windows casting a soft blue light on my living room. I walked softly and gently set my things on the kitchen table. Taking a deep breath, I made my way to our bedroom, and as I came to the door I saw him lying there with my pillow snuggled next to him, eyes half open as if he hadn't drifted off to sleep yet. Only when he smiled at me did I enter, and I felt a strong rush of relief as he opened his arms to me. Warm, smooth skin met me as I sank into our bed with a sigh, and it was then that he asked me how my night was........
Thirteen hours earlier............
It was when I was making my way onto the interstate that I realized that I had left my rings at home. The most important one, my wedding ring, was the most missed. My finger felt naked without them. I almost turned around to get them, but I wondered if wearing it would make what I was about to do any easier.
I was on my way to Jeremy's house. We had originally planned to have a threesome with him, but Anthony didn't want that. So, he suggested that I see him alone with the exception that he be allowed to do the same with another woman. We talked about it for days prior to this decision and this was our solution.
My nerves were almost getting the best of me, but I had to keep telling myself that this is a friendly affair. I wasn't lying to anyone, and I wasn't cheating. My naked hands trembled as they gripped the steering wheel. I kept thinking of him, his soft kisses and sure hands, and it made me wet.
His front door was open. As I walked up his stoop I felt my stomach drop and turn; that was until I saw his smile. We both were tense. I could tell that he was just as nervous as I was by his demeanor. But, all I could think about was kissing him....moving on to other things. He gave me that look....the one that makes me tingle. We talked for a little while about this and that. The both of us lamented on Katie and her ferce kissing skills.
"Yeah, shes a little too toothy for me, though", he said. "I like lips, and I can't stand the feeling of teeth on teeth."
I agreed and we shared a laugh.
"Should I call the cab?", he asked. I got out a "yes" before I started to laugh again. I remember thinking, 'if you don't call them now we'll never get out of this house'.
While we waited we talked some more as we sat on his couch. There was a silent moment in passing, and he leaned in to kiss me and as I moved closer to him I felt that heat again. Without another moment of hesitation we embraced, kissing and touching. My core ached for him instantly, and his lips discovered mine over and over again. We paused only to take a breath and he stared deeply into my eyes. I thought those blue eyes would look right through me.
After what seemed like a few short minutes the cab arrived and we collected ourselves to leave. I felt silly walking to the cab, my panties already soaked and my lipstick smeared.
On our way downtown we chit chatted with the cabbie. Jeremy knew him pretty well and was very generous to him. As we got out at the restaurant, I looked back only to see the cabbie's huge grin as he sped away.
We made our way up to the top patio bar, he gave my ass a light pinch as he followed me up the stairs, and we sat next to the edge. Every small moment of silence was filled with knowing glares. He would wink at me and grin. Funny how something so small can move a woman. Our conversation was light, and we shared stories as we both eyed the gorgeous women walking through the bar. We both were particularly fond of our server, a cute petite blonde with bright green eyes.
I found Jeremy to be very calm, almost cool but not snobby. It was nice to get to know him a little better, and sharing a casual dinner with a friend was just what I needed.
As the night went on we finished our dinner and drinks; he suggested we go to a club further in the city. A dueling piano bar on the main strip that I'd never been to. He called his cabbie and we were on our way.
A few short blocks and we were there. Again, up the stairs he pinched my ass, only this time a little harder, more assertive. By this point I was ready to go back to his place but I didn't want to rush anything. He bought me a drink and we sat outside by ourselves. No words this time. Just eye contact, kissing. I liked the way he cradled my face in his hands as he slowly kissed me. So sweet and gentle.
I doubt we spent much time there..he called his cabbie and we headed back to his place.
There were many things said on the ride home, but not with words. This time his kisses were deeper, more aggressive. And the more he pressed the more turned on I became. Thankfully the cabbie kept his eyes on the road.
When we arrived at his home it didn't take long for us to get undressed. I let him pull off my top, but he fumbled with my bra. I thought it was funny how something so simple can stop a man in his tracks. And as promised I ripped at his shirt and jeans. He put one hand around my throat and from there all my inhibitions were washed away. I was honestly shocked by the size of his cock. Before I didn't really get a good feel, or maybe he wasn't fully erect, but this time he most definitely was.....and wow! He took my hand and led me to his bed. Almost immediately he began to lick my pussy. It took all my strength to hold on. There was a moment there when I felt a little awkward about what I was doing, but then I remembered that this was not a secret anymore.
Once I came for him he sat up and seemed very pleased with me. That smile crept across his face and he asked me, "Did you like that?"......"MMmm, yes. MORE!" I said. He took his time, caressing my body, hesitating at my curves and letting his fingertips dance on my skin. I took his cock in my hands and he melted for me. At once he went from a man...a strong man to a boy, when I touched him. This only excited me more. With each stroke his breath hitched, and he seemed so sensitive to every sensation. Once we decided to move on, and he put on a condom, I let him in.....only.....we both realized at that moment that he may have been a little too big for me. I asked him to take it slow and he said, "Yes, you're so very tight. Let me know if I hurt you."
Again, I came, only harder. He felt so unbelievably large inside me, and I asked him to back off at one point. He was so kind about it, obliging and sweet. I guess from his experience he knew what to do and how to do it. But, I didn't let him stop when I came. I urged him on, taking him in completely, making room. He kissed me as he moved slowly within me. Every breath was a release. I wanted him to come for me, and I held him tight. He began to move as all men do when they come, and his moans became louder...more immediate. Pushing farther, deeper, harder he did so and I was so elated.
Afterward......we lie on his bed panting, smiling. "I've never cum the first time with a girl before." he said. I didn't take it as a complement. For all I knew it could have been one of those things that guys say after sex. We talked some more. Kissed some more. Took a cigarette break, got some water, and went back to his bed.
We did this several times throughout the night, almost until dawn. The last time he came he did so with his own hand while he probed by backside. I thought it was funny how such a thing could turn him on, but I didn't dislike it one bit. When we were finally spent I asked him if I should leave. "Only if you want to....But, I don't want you to." he purred. He leaned in to kiss me and grazed my teeth with his...."EW! That's it I'm out of here.", I said with a laugh...
So, I stayed. We crawled into his bed and curled up together. This was, in no way, romantic. Just two people passing out of pure delicious exhaustion.
I slept for a little while, dreamt odd dreams about home. And when his alarm went off I rolled over and kissed his forehead, stretched and got dressed. He was so nice about saying goodbye. With a hug a kiss and a thank you I left. But before I got into my car he said, "Tell Anthony that disk golf is at 1 and poker is at 7".
How weird........
They hung out that same day. No jealousy, no bitterness. We even played a few games of poker together, though Jeremy's flirting was a little more intense. We still want each other, but I'm not going to throw my life away for fleeting moments of passion. It was fun, a lot of fun. And maybe someday it'll happen again.
Since that night, we've been texting each other randomly. I like the crass things he says to me, even though I'm used to more eloquent wording. We've even shared a few more secret kisses which are still as exciting as they were before.
I like this kind of friendship.....lol Because that is what I consider this person, a friend.
Anthony and I have made a few more such friends since this event, and I promise to write about those experiences, but for now I have to, ahem, take care of something.
Dread washed over me as I unlocked the front door to my home. It was eerily quiet, and the morning light was still creeping through the windows casting a soft blue light on my living room. I walked softly and gently set my things on the kitchen table. Taking a deep breath, I made my way to our bedroom, and as I came to the door I saw him lying there with my pillow snuggled next to him, eyes half open as if he hadn't drifted off to sleep yet. Only when he smiled at me did I enter, and I felt a strong rush of relief as he opened his arms to me. Warm, smooth skin met me as I sank into our bed with a sigh, and it was then that he asked me how my night was........
Thirteen hours earlier............
It was when I was making my way onto the interstate that I realized that I had left my rings at home. The most important one, my wedding ring, was the most missed. My finger felt naked without them. I almost turned around to get them, but I wondered if wearing it would make what I was about to do any easier.
I was on my way to Jeremy's house. We had originally planned to have a threesome with him, but Anthony didn't want that. So, he suggested that I see him alone with the exception that he be allowed to do the same with another woman. We talked about it for days prior to this decision and this was our solution.
My nerves were almost getting the best of me, but I had to keep telling myself that this is a friendly affair. I wasn't lying to anyone, and I wasn't cheating. My naked hands trembled as they gripped the steering wheel. I kept thinking of him, his soft kisses and sure hands, and it made me wet.
His front door was open. As I walked up his stoop I felt my stomach drop and turn; that was until I saw his smile. We both were tense. I could tell that he was just as nervous as I was by his demeanor. But, all I could think about was kissing him....moving on to other things. He gave me that look....the one that makes me tingle. We talked for a little while about this and that. The both of us lamented on Katie and her ferce kissing skills.
"Yeah, shes a little too toothy for me, though", he said. "I like lips, and I can't stand the feeling of teeth on teeth."
I agreed and we shared a laugh.
"Should I call the cab?", he asked. I got out a "yes" before I started to laugh again. I remember thinking, 'if you don't call them now we'll never get out of this house'.
While we waited we talked some more as we sat on his couch. There was a silent moment in passing, and he leaned in to kiss me and as I moved closer to him I felt that heat again. Without another moment of hesitation we embraced, kissing and touching. My core ached for him instantly, and his lips discovered mine over and over again. We paused only to take a breath and he stared deeply into my eyes. I thought those blue eyes would look right through me.
After what seemed like a few short minutes the cab arrived and we collected ourselves to leave. I felt silly walking to the cab, my panties already soaked and my lipstick smeared.
On our way downtown we chit chatted with the cabbie. Jeremy knew him pretty well and was very generous to him. As we got out at the restaurant, I looked back only to see the cabbie's huge grin as he sped away.
We made our way up to the top patio bar, he gave my ass a light pinch as he followed me up the stairs, and we sat next to the edge. Every small moment of silence was filled with knowing glares. He would wink at me and grin. Funny how something so small can move a woman. Our conversation was light, and we shared stories as we both eyed the gorgeous women walking through the bar. We both were particularly fond of our server, a cute petite blonde with bright green eyes.
I found Jeremy to be very calm, almost cool but not snobby. It was nice to get to know him a little better, and sharing a casual dinner with a friend was just what I needed.
As the night went on we finished our dinner and drinks; he suggested we go to a club further in the city. A dueling piano bar on the main strip that I'd never been to. He called his cabbie and we were on our way.
A few short blocks and we were there. Again, up the stairs he pinched my ass, only this time a little harder, more assertive. By this point I was ready to go back to his place but I didn't want to rush anything. He bought me a drink and we sat outside by ourselves. No words this time. Just eye contact, kissing. I liked the way he cradled my face in his hands as he slowly kissed me. So sweet and gentle.
I doubt we spent much time there..he called his cabbie and we headed back to his place.
There were many things said on the ride home, but not with words. This time his kisses were deeper, more aggressive. And the more he pressed the more turned on I became. Thankfully the cabbie kept his eyes on the road.
When we arrived at his home it didn't take long for us to get undressed. I let him pull off my top, but he fumbled with my bra. I thought it was funny how something so simple can stop a man in his tracks. And as promised I ripped at his shirt and jeans. He put one hand around my throat and from there all my inhibitions were washed away. I was honestly shocked by the size of his cock. Before I didn't really get a good feel, or maybe he wasn't fully erect, but this time he most definitely was.....and wow! He took my hand and led me to his bed. Almost immediately he began to lick my pussy. It took all my strength to hold on. There was a moment there when I felt a little awkward about what I was doing, but then I remembered that this was not a secret anymore.
Once I came for him he sat up and seemed very pleased with me. That smile crept across his face and he asked me, "Did you like that?"......"MMmm, yes. MORE!" I said. He took his time, caressing my body, hesitating at my curves and letting his fingertips dance on my skin. I took his cock in my hands and he melted for me. At once he went from a man...a strong man to a boy, when I touched him. This only excited me more. With each stroke his breath hitched, and he seemed so sensitive to every sensation. Once we decided to move on, and he put on a condom, I let him in.....only.....we both realized at that moment that he may have been a little too big for me. I asked him to take it slow and he said, "Yes, you're so very tight. Let me know if I hurt you."
Again, I came, only harder. He felt so unbelievably large inside me, and I asked him to back off at one point. He was so kind about it, obliging and sweet. I guess from his experience he knew what to do and how to do it. But, I didn't let him stop when I came. I urged him on, taking him in completely, making room. He kissed me as he moved slowly within me. Every breath was a release. I wanted him to come for me, and I held him tight. He began to move as all men do when they come, and his moans became louder...more immediate. Pushing farther, deeper, harder he did so and I was so elated.
Afterward......we lie on his bed panting, smiling. "I've never cum the first time with a girl before." he said. I didn't take it as a complement. For all I knew it could have been one of those things that guys say after sex. We talked some more. Kissed some more. Took a cigarette break, got some water, and went back to his bed.
We did this several times throughout the night, almost until dawn. The last time he came he did so with his own hand while he probed by backside. I thought it was funny how such a thing could turn him on, but I didn't dislike it one bit. When we were finally spent I asked him if I should leave. "Only if you want to....But, I don't want you to." he purred. He leaned in to kiss me and grazed my teeth with his...."EW! That's it I'm out of here.", I said with a laugh...
So, I stayed. We crawled into his bed and curled up together. This was, in no way, romantic. Just two people passing out of pure delicious exhaustion.
I slept for a little while, dreamt odd dreams about home. And when his alarm went off I rolled over and kissed his forehead, stretched and got dressed. He was so nice about saying goodbye. With a hug a kiss and a thank you I left. But before I got into my car he said, "Tell Anthony that disk golf is at 1 and poker is at 7".
How weird........
They hung out that same day. No jealousy, no bitterness. We even played a few games of poker together, though Jeremy's flirting was a little more intense. We still want each other, but I'm not going to throw my life away for fleeting moments of passion. It was fun, a lot of fun. And maybe someday it'll happen again.
Since that night, we've been texting each other randomly. I like the crass things he says to me, even though I'm used to more eloquent wording. We've even shared a few more secret kisses which are still as exciting as they were before.
I like this kind of friendship.....lol Because that is what I consider this person, a friend.
Anthony and I have made a few more such friends since this event, and I promise to write about those experiences, but for now I have to, ahem, take care of something.