This is a story is something that happened many years ago as a long term friend and I found ourselves in marriages where sex had dried up but we hadn't. Our drought became a flood, at least for one night. I should mention that all the parts of the story during university days were for people over 18.
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Becky and I shared a birthday and we'd always felt this special bond. I was 1 year older but that never mattered. The 10th of June was our date.
We'd met as students in Nottingham, where she shared an all-girl house with 3 other physios and I shared an all boy house with 3 friends, all studying different subjects. There is an old saying that there are only 3 certainties in life: death, taxes and a nurse! Physios were one step away from nursing but the 4 girls were a lot of fun and always ready to party.
There was Becky, about 5'4" very cute face, button nose, light brown, curly hair, blue eyes, lovely small breasts, pert bum and slim figure. Bubbly, friendly, playful. It was sometimes hard to tell if she was being flirty, or if it was just her friendly nature. She had a really cheeky side to her and you just knew she'd be fun in bed as well. She was dating Robert, one of my best friends and housemates. I should add that Robert was also dating another girl who lived in a different city. That all exploded at a party and Becky won that particular battle and stuck with Robert.
Michelle was the more bohemian of the group, often wearing berets, long scarves and retro clothing. Taller, dark hair and more olive skin, slim with slightly larger breasts and a fairly flat bum. She was the more reserved of the group and was dating Mike from our house. Little did she know that Mike was a real fuckboy and was seeing at least 2 other girls on the side. This made evening sleeping arrangements tricky and Mike and Robert had a code to let the other know which of their girlfriends were with them and staying on any particular night.
Elaine was the loud one. Outgoing, opinionated, loved dancing, playing pranks and fucking. She was not in a committed relationship and cycled through plenty of guys. Relatively plain in looks, she made up for it with personality. About 5'5", short brown hair, fuller figure with DD breasts and a bubble butt (although I don't think that term was invented then!). I liked her but we remained party friends and never hooked up.
The final one in the quartet was Sarah. Tall at 5'10", slim figure, blond hair and nice C cup breasts, flat tummy from her hockey and rowing work, firm butt and long legs. Sarah and I had had a few nights together in bed but nothing ever came of it. The fucking was nice -- but that description says it all. No fireworks from either of us. We liked each other but I think we both knew there was nothing special. Perhaps nowadays that might have constituted a friends with benefits relationship. I guess that would depend on who was in a dry spell sex wise.
But Becky was the one I liked and fancied the most. But with Robert being my friend, that was not going to happen. The only time we crossed any sort of threshold was at a Christmas party at the girls' house, where Becky and I had a drunken kiss, under the cover of some party game, which found us in a room alone and we took the opportunity. I enjoyed it and pulled away buzzing and I think Becky did too, given the lustful look in her eye.
But wait a minute. I have not introduced myself. How rude. I'm Chris. 6'1", studying business (or was), light brown hair, blue eyes, slim and fit. Decent looking without being drop dead. Sense of humour was my trump card and combined with my looks, I did all right with the girls. I was definitely not a fuckboy and had passed up numerous opportunities over the years, some through decency, some through naivety and some through hesitancy. Right now, I was between girlfriends, so my juices were flowing and my cock twitching after the long tongue kiss with Becky. Ok, it was rock hard and needed a lot of adjustment before I went back to a room full of people.
There were other occasions where we both hinted at a mutual attraction. The extra couple of seconds of eye contact. The slightly tighter embrace. The friend's kiss that allowed our lips to touch ever so slightly. The touch of an arm or leg. All very subtle. Unnoticed by anyone but ourselves.
Our lives moved on after university, but we stayed in touch and because Robert, Becky and I were all from Manchester, we managed to catch up over the years and stay friends. Which brings up to the present day. Becky had been married for 15 years, had two kids. The same for me and Robert. We're all in town without our spouses and decide to go to see the Cure in concert, still touring after all these years and one of my favourite bands. Probably the 5th time I've seen them but always enjoyable.
We have seats 4 rows from the front and it's like we're back to being 20, having a laugh, not a care in the world. Loving the songs. Loving each other's company. Laughing and smiling.
The gig ends and Robert heads off leaving Becky and I alone. It's cold and rainy and it's natural that I offer Becky a lift home, as she is not driving. She's married and this is the home she shares with her husband and kids, so there is not a thought of any other than dropping her off. If I were 20 and I'm single and giving a single girl a lift home, I'd be pretty hopeful of some action.
But as we are driving back, Becky mentions that Ian is away and the kids are on a school excursion. She has the house to herself. A flutter goes through my body. I am a very sexually frustrated man at the moment and the temptation to stray has been growing for some time. All sorts of thoughts go through my mind, mainly around if the opportunity arises do I act on it or does that potentially cause more problems than it solves. But Becky is a girl I have fancied from afar for ages. How will this play out?
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We get to her house and she asks, "You're going to come in for a night cap, aren't you?"
I look at her. Her cute face is the same as it ever was. Her body, from what I can see, hasn't changed, despite having two kids. Pert breasts. Slim figure. Tight bum. Bright eyes and kissable lips. I fancied her then. I fancy her now. "Of course".
It's strange being in someone's family house with the sense that things may play out in a way that you want but you also feel guilty about. Photos of her with Ian and the kids. The clutter of a family. This is not a student apartment. This is a family home. But then I looked at Becky and thought about our history, which made me uncertain as to whether this was simply her inviting an old friend in for a drink as a thank you for the drop off, or her testing whether I was interested in something more. So far, neither of us had given any indication of anything more than our normal platonic relationship. Both playing it cagey. Who would make the first move?
We get our drinks and sit on the sofa, separated by 3 feet and facing each other. We talk casually about the night, the gig and our lives. Nice but somehow, I felt we were skirting round a more personal conversation. I decided to open up a more personal line of questions. "So how are things with you Becky?"
"Oh, you know. Not so bad".
"That's a pretty average answer" I say. "It doesn't sound that good."
And then it all spilled out. How Ian and her were basically living separate lives. No shared interests. He not liking her friends and his friends mainly work colleagues. How they slept in separate bedrooms, argued all the time but that he wouldn't sit down and have the hard conversation about their marriage.
"It's just lonely" she said. "I miss the intimacy of a loving relationship".
