It was Friday evening and the voice message on Karen's phone was from Cindi. She said her college-aged next-door neighbors were planning a huge party and she needed to get away for the night. Would it be okay if she spent the night at our house? She was going to head over to our place in the hope that it was not a problem, since she really had no one else to call.
Karen was in a seminar at an out-of-town conference and apparently hadn't had a chance to check her messages, so she had not yet replied. Being one of our best friends since college, Cindi has a key to our house and had allowed herself in. She knows that she is always welcome in our home, especially since last year's divorce from Kevin, also one of our best friends from our college days. Cindi has been very lonely and has needed our support. While Kevin has moved to the west coast and we've fallen out of touch, we have maintained a close relationship with Cindi, for which she has been very grateful.
Cindi is a very attractive woman. She's 30 years old, about 5'7" tall, with silky dark hair down to her shoulders, and extremely fit. A track athlete at our small college, she has always been thin but not too skinny, athletic but not muscular. Her body is toned and her butt is round and tight, and her legs are absolutely incredible! Her medium size breasts still seem to be as perky as they were 10 years ago. I used to love watching her do the long jump and high jump events in those tight, form-fitting spandex uniforms they wear! I never told Karen why I was such a loyal supporter of our track team, but she probably had a good idea. She's not blind and I'm guessing she was probably envious of Cindi's figure.
Karen is a beautiful woman as well, but she wasn't given the same physical gifts as Cindi. She is 5'5" and has short blonde hair. She also stays in shape by jogging daily, but her proportions are not the same as Cindi's. Nevertheless, I have always been attracted to her both physically and emotionally, and that certainly hasn't changed after five years of marriage.
When I arrived home from work that evening, I was more than a little surprised to see Cindi's car in the driveway, since Karen was out-of-town. When I walked through the door, Cindi was sitting at the kitchen table drinking tea. I immediately noticed that she was wearing a tight blue tank top and silky pink hip-hugging short-shorts. She hopped up and gave me a quick hug and apologized for the late notice, and then explained her situation. She hoped I didn't mind the extra company!
I told her she's always welcome and it's never a problem. After I explained that Karen was out-of-town, there was a brief moment of awkward hesitation before she suggested that maybe she should get a hotel room. I told her that was silly - I would never let a good friend pay for a hotel when our home was available. Besides, Karen would be angry if I didn't make her stay! So I texted Karen a quick message and let her know what was happening, even though she already had the voice message as well. Apparently, though, she still hadn't had a chance to listen to it, since she hadn't responded to me or to Cindi.
To change the subject, I offered Cindi a drink and we both had a beer and sat out on the deck while she went through the details of her neighbors' party plans. We then covered all of the usual topics and I asked her how she was doing personally.
Cindi said that she was doing much better, but admittedly missed the closeness of a real companion. She mentioned how lucky Karen and I were to have each other and that she was always secretly jealous of Karen having a man like me to come home to each night.
Trying to keep things light, I joked that someone as hot as she was probably had a date every weekend!
But she said she hasn't been dating at all and is definitely ready to start spending some time with a man - that romance is what she misses the most since the divorce. (So much for keeping it light!)
As darkness fell, we continued with our drinks and our conversation, gradually getting more and more comfortable with each other's company. Just then, my phone rang and it was Karen. She said she was glad Cindi had a place to go tonight, and joked that I had better keep my hands to myself! She then talked to Cindi briefly to assure her that she was welcome in our home. She was hoping to be home early on Sunday, so she'd stop over and visit with Cindi at her house.
After the call ended, I asked Cindi if she'd like to go inside and watch a movie. She said yes, so we picked out a DVD and we both sat on the couch together, settling in next to each other but not inappropriately close.
I couldn't help but let my imagination wander with a beautiful woman, dressed in a sexy tight outfit, sitting next to me on the couch. Although I knew nothing would happen, it was a tantalizing fantasy that I felt guilty about even entertaining.
As the movie wore on, our conversation continued and I noticed that Cindi took several opportunities to brush my arm or leg with her own, and eventually she allowed her leg to rest up against mine. As I was already having thoughts that I knew I shouldn't be, it was getting a bit more dicey as I considered the idea that Cindi was divorced and in need of a romantic connection with a man. Was it possible that she was actually looking to seduce me? I knew I had to resist if this was the case, but human nature is a formidable adversary!
By the end of the movie, she was snuggled up next to me and had her head on my shoulder. She mentioned that this is exactly what she had envisioned having for the last several months, a cozy evening with an attractive man.
Attractive? I joked that she must be thinking of someone else.
But no, she said, she has always found me very sexy, but could never bring herself to verbalize it due to her friendship with Karen.
At this, I immediately felt an erection developing and told her that I've always thought she was beautiful as well. If I wasn't dating Karen in college, I would have asked her out many years ago.
She took her hand and put it on my chest and said what a shame it was that I was married. Otherwise, this would be an extremely romantic setting.
I expressed my agreement and said that she will find a man soon. As she began rubbing my chest, she looked me in the eyes and said "I hope he's a man like you."
I replied, "Cindi, you deserve everything you want in life, and someone as beautiful as you are won't have to wait long."
"I really don't want to wait any longer. Will you give me what I need?" she whispered in my ear, almost begging.
"I want to more than anything, Cindi, but I can't. I just couldn't do that to Karen." I was doing my best to stay strong, but my will was fading quickly.
"Karen is my best friend," she said. "I don't want to hurt her, but she won't know anything. I just want to borrow you for one night. You are a strong, handsome man and I am so attracted to you. I just want to know the feeling of being close to you right now."
At this point, I made what I knew was a bad decision and I put my hand on her cheek, locked eyes with her, and moved closer to her face so that our lips were just inches apart. After a few seconds in this tantalizing positon, she slowly leaned in and our lips met. The kiss was soft and tentative. We then pulled away slightly, looked at each other and considered whether or not to continue. And then we hungrily attacked one another with open mouths and eager tongues looking for a partner.
As our tongues wrestled with one another, I let my hand roam down over her shoulders and onto her chest. I could feel her erect nipples and I rubbed and squeezed both breasts firmly, with the enthusiasm of someone who hasn't been with a woman other than my wife in many years.
Soon I pulled her on top of me and grabbed her ass in those tight, silky shorts with both hands while my erection, which was trapped in my pants, rubbed up against her so that intercourse was only being prevented by a couple of pieces of fabric. As I squeezed her butt, we dry-humped passionately and I felt an orgasm already starting to build. Our hips rocked back and forth to a wonderful rhythm and I soon decided that I had to be on top. Without interrupting our kiss, we rolled on the couch until I was completely on top of her. I was lying with my hips in between her legs, and continued thrusting my imprisoned penis into her crotch. I grabbed her arms and held them above her head, clinching both of her wrists in my left hand. With my right hand I continued squeezing both breasts, first on top of her skimpy shirt, and then reaching inside so that the only barrier was a sheer bra that had no chance of concealing her excited nipples.
"Oh, Doug," she moaned. "I've wanted you ever since I first met you."
I didn't respond verbally, but my animal instincts were taking over. I put both hands at the bottom of her shirt, grabbed it tightly, and then quickly ripped it apart, straight up the middle, and threw it to the floor in front of the couch.
Now she was lying on the couch only in her extremely thin purple bra and those tight pink silk shorts. After another minute of greedily feeling her tits, I unfastened her front-hook bra and released her beautiful 34B breasts. Her nipples eagerly awaited the wet touch of my tongue and I wasted no time in getting there. Licking and sucking her tits, I watched her nipples grow harder and more responsive with each flick of my tongue.
I then turned my attention a bit lower and I rubbed her very fit stomach and licked her belly button. I teased her by putting a finger inside the waistband of her shorts and pulling them down just a bit, but no further. I then slid my hands down to her thighs and squeezed them firmly, slowly moving to her inner thighs, being sure not to make contact with her crotch. The tension was driving her crazy and she was trying to thrust her hips to get closer to me, hoping to convince me to quicken my advance. Finally providing her with some relief, I moved my hands to the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down past her thighs, then her knees, and finally over her ankles. Remaining between her legs, I now had her completely naked except for a pink thong that matched her silk shorts.
As lovely as she looked like this, I could no longer control myself. I pulled the thong off of her and revealed a nearly-shaved mound. There was just a small, neatly-trimmed patch of pubic hair and I could tell she went to great pains to maintain her most private area, a habit of which I am very appreciative!
I then grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs into the air, one on either side of my head. I have always liked this feeling of control over a woman. I set each leg on my shoulders and rubbed her inner thighs and then the crease between her legs and her pelvis. Slowly I caressed her, running a finger around her mound, exploring the outer region of her pussy, and then teasing her ass and taint.
