Her name was Rita. She was a co-worker from another office, and a good friend. She was no beauty queen by any stretch of the imagination, but that did not matter to me. There had always been a degree of chemistry between us ...a kind of static electricity.
I loved how she smiled shyly at me, but she also had a certain little sinister laugh that led me to wonder if there was another side of her. I fantasized about her occasionally, but -- until that night -- our flirting was restricted to one slow dance at a company party and some interesting double entendres.
That night we were together at a conference. A group of us had gone together to a T.G.I Fridays for dinner. When we got to the restaurant, the others went to the restroom. Rita and I sat at the table and resumed our good natured flirting. It seemed quite innocent but I couldn't help wonder, "Was it my imagination or was her voice huskier than it normally was?" The thought haunted me throughout the meal and every now and then I would glace up to find her eyes staring into mine. Then she would look down, and I would realize that now I was the one staring. I wondered if our colleagues noticed and I couldn't help but wondering if she was stimulated as I was.
Once we got back to our hotel, our colleagues headed for the bar to watch a basketball game. Ordinarily I would have been at the front of the line but that night I was torn. I wanted to be with her, and yet I had no idea of how to communicate that to her. I had always been reserved sexually. I wasn't a virgin but at this point I had only been with one woman sexually. I stood midway between the bar and the elevator and looked at her. I wasn't going to push things -- I really liked her as a friend and didn't want her uncomfortable around me -- but I couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking.
Seeming to read my mind, she waited until the crowd wandered off, looked at me and said in a voice that was definitely huskier than the one to which I was accustomed, "We can watch the game in my room if you want."
My initial thought was, "If I want? Of course I want!"
We got into the elevator alone and rode up to her room. There was an uncomfortable silence between us. I suppose that we were both wondering if we were about to make a mistake but, when the elevator doors opened, we got off and headed towards her room.
Once in the room, the game was quickly forgotten. She never went toward the television, nor did I. She sat down on the couch while I got a glass of water. When I returned she offered to move to allow me to sit down, but I said, "No, I'll just sit in the floor." We talked about the conference, what was going on in our respective offices and the organization's never-ending rumor mill. The initial tension of the moment was gone, but the sexual tension remained thick. By now, she had stretched out on the couch, lying on her right side. I was only a few feet away directly in front of her sitting on the floor "Indian" style.
Suddenly, we just stopped talking and looked into each other's eyes. My heart was pounding and my mouth was dry. It took all the courage I could muster, but I leaned forward, and so did she. The chemistry we had known was now confirmed. Our lips met and immediately her tongue darted into my mouth. She was thinking what I was thinking!
No sooner did we begin our kiss, than she practically launched herself into the floor on top of me. I caught her body and turned so that she lay on her back while I lay on my left side. While we continued our kissing, I slid my right hand up her blue jean clad legs and then up her sweatshirt to cup her left breast. The moment I touched her breast she moaned. We began to peel off each other's clothing all the while kissing and breathing heavily.
