Author's Note: This is my Christmas story that I elected not to enter into the Literotica's Holidays contest. I hope that you enjoy it because If you do, there is a series yet to come. Let me know. Cheers!
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"Cissy! Hey, Cissy!"
I look over my shoulder for the source of the familiar voice in the bustling crowd of the shopping mall. A broad smile graced my lips as I spotted a tall, tousled-haired blond with bright blue eyes hurriedly making his way to me through the crowded shopping mall. Turning and waving back, my heartbeat throbbed a bit faster as I found myself eagerly moving towards him. Duncan somehow had an uncanny knack of brightening my spirits, making me laugh and forget my troubles and worries which was something I needed desperately.
We met years ago when his daughters and my son were taking swimming lessons at the local YMCA. My name is Cecilia but Duncan thinks that's too formal and has taken to calling me Cissy whenever we're together. Since our respective spouses couldn't be bothered with such mundane aquatic activity support, we were drawn together as the designated parental towel holders for our kids. Meeting each weekend, we chatted easily by the poolside to pass the time and quickly became acquaintances and then more.
For some strange reason, I didn't think it strange when Duncan evolved into my best friend who was always there for me regardless of what was happening in my life. This became amply apparent when my husband, Derek, suddenly bought a home in the suburbs and by moving, forced me to quit my clerical position.
"God, Duncan," I exclaimed in exasperation at the poolside when shortly after Derek had dropped his bombshell on me, "You'd think that Derek would have at least consulted me before signing the papers for the new house. Now, besides having to pack up the household, move, and enrol my son in a new school, I have to look for another job since my current one is too far away. What the hell am I going to do?"
Although Duncan looked thoughtfully at me as if pondering my dilemma, I didn't know until he later shared was that he could think about was, "Shit, I love Cissy's sparkling almond-shaped eyes and her lovely face. For a slender Japanese-American woman, she becomes more and more enticing with each passing weekend. She's so passionate. I wonder if she would be willing..."
"Cissy, this is going to sound strange and I won't be offended if you say no, but how would you like to work for me? As you know, I just was selected as a Dean at my college and the secretary who was there for the longest time has decided that it was time to retire with the regime change. I can select my own private secretary and from what I know about you, you possess the necessary skills and abilities to do the job. What do you say?"
For me, it was a no-brainer since the offered job was closer to home, with better pay and fringe benefits, and was made easier because I knew and got along with Duncan. Through his shared insights and suggestions, he subtly saved me from learning through trial and error, and my acceptance by the campus community and immersion into the general College environment came effortlessly.
Our obvious relationship might have become rumor-fodder if it wasn't for our kids and especially spouses who made it readily clear when visiting that Duncan and I were just long-time family friends. As our friendship and our smooth working relationship became an accepted fact, people paid little attention to our personal interactions at work.
I found myself looking forward to Duncan's inquires as to how I was doing, and our late-afternoon discussions about the day and what was to come in the next day gradually morphed into a continuation of our former poolside conversations about the similar problems of family life and teenage kids. Before long we were each other's confidantes, sharing our marital problems and the intimate details of our spousal dissatisfaction.
"As you might have guessed, Megan is a hardcore career woman who lives and breathes the banking world," Duncan confided in an after-work talk. " With the exception of having to give birth to our twin girls, Megan's sole focus is on the wheeling-and-dealing of high finance. Hmmph, she is able to so by saddling me the same familial demands that leave you ragged, exhausted, and depressed. You would think at my age and as a key college administrator, I wouldn't find myself being pressed into a "Mister-Mom" -- but I am. Huh, is cohabitation and once-in-a-blue-moon sex really worth it?"
"Ha, I have you beat, Duncan! Derek is as equally neglectful of me as Megan is of you. While he isn't into work as Megan, he is always willing to "hang out" with his friends in sporting, drinking, gambling, and especially hunting events -- none of which involved me. His continual absence from home has forced me to fend for myself and my son when it comes to a range of familial and household needs.
"However, when Derek is at home, he expects to be treated like a king with me as his personal serving wench. He had no qualms demanding that I satisfy his physical urges and then promptly ignored me once he has relieved himself...if you know what I mean?" I had to quickly bite my tongue when it dawned on me that I found myself hoping that Derek could be more like Duncan. Recently when my husband boringly labored between my thighs that I wondered with it would feel like if Duncan was there.
"Hi there, good looking!" immediately brought me out of my fanciful musings and back into the present day world and the bustling shopping mall that surrounded us. "We've got to stop meeting like this or people might start talking," joked Duncan as he normally did. It seemed second-nature when I nonchalantly folded into his friendly embrace and gave him a casual peck on the cheek.
"God, how I never get tired of hugging Duncan," I sighed to myself as I felt his body against mine. "I shouldn't be saying this, but he makes my heart skip a beat and my panties get damp especially when I subtly press against him and feel a goddamn trouser-bump -- something I haven't evoked in a long time.
