As is usual with many of my stories, if it's hardcore graphic detail you want -- move on to the next submission, This is about feelings, emotions, inner conflict. Also as usual, please give me feedback -- it's the only way I'll improve. If you don't like it -- tell me why. If you do like it, then tell me why as well. If you do read on -- thanks for making the effort!
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The second kiss was everything she knew it would be. There was a brief touch of tongues then he slowly moved away from her mouth, and softly kissed her cheek. She barely felt his touch as his hand eased her shoulder length hair out of the way and his breath caressed her neck and ears. Her head went back as she let out an involuntary moan.
Her brain screamed at her:
This isn't supposed to happen! Stop him!
He nibbled, licked and kissed her neck, then taking what seemed liked hours, he moved back to the softest lips he could remember. She exhaled and those same lips parted as her mouth sank onto his.
Brain to Lara! Brain to Lara! Remember what we agreed? Nothing physical. Just good friends.
Oh fuck! Why did you let him touch your neck?
Ah well, in for a penny. If he's as good at pressing the buttons as he seems to be ... I know where this will end up.
With all the racket shouting at her in her head, Lara was amazed she could concentrate on what he was doing to her.
Oh Christ! Not the other ear! Oh Goooooood!
She managed a whisper:
"Do you know what you're doing to me?"
His hands moved up to cradle her face; his grey-green eyes locked on hers. His answer was his crooked grin and those smiling eyes.
Oh fuck! He knows EXACTLY what he's doing!
It took every ounce of her will, but Lara took a deep breath, moved her hands to his shoulder and gently pushed. Her lips were slightly parted as her rapid breathing slowly came under control. She stared into his eyes:
"I'm breaking every single rule I have ..."
He said nothing, but his eyes were no longer laughing at her. They just smiled, knowing. Understanding the turmoil inside her. She swallowed and whispered:
"But would you like to come inside? For coffee ... or something?"
His whole face beamed the answer.
She fished her key from her handbag and turned to unlock the door. His arms enveloped her waist from behind. He did that thing again with his hands and her hair. All he did was breathe on her neck. She felt like her knees were refusing to support her anymore. She threw her head back onto his shoulder, offering him full access to her neck. His mouth moved round and his arms moved up to cup her breasts.
Oh my fucking God! That's so not fair!
She let out another moan as his fingers sought her nipples through the flimsy material of her top, and her bra.
"Oh you bastard!"
She twirled round. Looked him in the eye, grabbed his shirt near the top button and pulled his lips to hers. The kiss was hunger. Frenzy.
Lara pulled away again, her eyes shone in the light from the streetlamp outside her house. They were amber flames.
"Inside! Now!"
As she pushed the door open, her mind went back.
A week? Was it really only last Friday? How the fuck did I let this happen?
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"Lara, this is Keith. Keith, this is my best friend, Lara -- you'll be safe with her."
Keith thanked Sally, and turned to Lara:
"Pleased to meet you." He held out his hand. She took it and didn't let go for a few milliseconds longer than was normal. He just let his hand slide away from hers -- almost as if he were stroking it.
Well, well, well, this might not be a totally wasted evening after all!
The cocktail party, celebrating the opening of some photography exhibition or other, had been rather dull for Lara up to that point. But Keith looked interesting ... a bit old maybe, but her surreptitious look up and down his body showed he was in pretty decent shape (tick). And he had two gorgeous eyes (tick).
"So Keith, what do you do? Apart from drink free Champagne?"
He waved his hand dismissively.
"Oh the usual dull business stuff. But my pastime is writing. Maybe one day it'll bring me enough income that I can quit my day job."
Brain to Lara! Brain to Lara! That's another tick -- you missed it! Oh, and close your mouth.
She was just about to launch into the thousand questions that had started up in her brain, when she stopped herself, a thought nagging at her:
"Sal said you'd be safe with me. Why do you need to be safe?"
Keith smiled and shrugged:
"Oh that's Sally. She promised Kate, my wife, that she wouldn't let me fall into the clutches of any single women. Kate seems to think women might be attracted to me. Don't buy it myself, but I guess I fooled her into liking me I suppose."
Lara mentally scrubbed out the ticks and hoped the disappointment didn't show in her face.
Ah well -- he's probably crap in bed!
"So Keith, why's your wife not here?"
"Oh she had to work." Once again, that dismissive wave of his arm. "But what do you do?"
Lara told him about her job, as quickly and boringly as she could, and started on the writing questions.
It was almost two hours later when they realised the place had almost emptied.
Where the hell did that time go?
"Look, I dominated you with my boring conversation all evening. Can I give you a lift home to thank you?"
Lara smiled.
Why do I feel like I've known him years?
"That would be very nice. And it was far from boring."
They found Sally and thanked her. She smiled:
"I knew you'd come to no harm with Lara."
As they left, Keith asked Lara what Sally meant by that.
"Oh that's easy. I have a reputation. A strict code. 'No married men'."
She turned and her lips curled into a smile:
"I had one once, but I divorced him." (A wink)
