It had been at least three years since I had seen Janie in the flesh or spoken to her. Sure plenty of online chats over the years, but since she had moved north only the occasional work trip allowed us to meet up. It had been more than five since we became friends in the most trying of times for the both of us.
She had been badly treated by her long term boyfriend in a heartless breakup where he toyed with her emotions. I had been experiencing difficulties at work due to a poorly chosen fling with a colleague. So at the time we bonded and spent many nights drinking, dancing and flirting, but somehow never made the choice to actually get together.
When the chance for her to start anew in a different city came up we wished each other well and wondered what might have been. There was definitely a spark and on occasion we had found ourselves close to something physical. However discretion usually prevailed and some extended "alone time" to relieve the frustration was all that would come of the night.
So I saw Janie's name on my phone and was quick to answer. It had been too long. I had sent her a message that I would be visiting her new home town and she said she was keen to see me, but we had to talk first, we had to talk about "that one night".
Thinking of the night made me tingle instantly, I felt pressure in my boxers and released myself straight away. "The Night" had been unexpected and crazy, it was the making of our friendship, it was hot and just thinking about it made me grip my stiffening penis and slowly stroke as I answered.
After some friendly greetings Janie got straight down to business, she had a new boyfriend, his name was Bevan and she felt the relationship was going well. She told him we were going to meet and he had asked her if we had any history. She said yes and had told him the whole story. We had never been "together", we had never had sex, but we had fooled around a little, especially on "The Night".
"So I have told him everything that happened, it's the truth, but I want to go through what I told him, because if you meet he will ask and I don't want different versions of history causing him to doubt our friendship. He's a good man but a little old fashioned. So let's go through it. He's happy for me to go and meet you, I want him to trust us."
"Go for it", I was quick to reply. Squeezing my swelling cock a little harder, I was happy to hear her tell the story. I knew how much I enjoyed the memory of "The Night." I leaned back in my chair and flicked my phone to mute, I wanted to be sure there was no tell-tale sign of my self pleasure like heavy breathing.
She began. "So I was feeling awful about my breakup, your housemate Katerine was being a complete bitch to both of us at your place while we had some pre-drinks, which of course you paid for. I chose not to go, stayed with you and had a few more drinks then we decided to go and dance."
I agreed with the short summary and she continued.
"We had a great time dancing, you made me feel special again and I made you feel good about yourself too. As the night wore on we started drawing each other closer. As you gripped my hips I felt you hold me tight against you, I felt you start to swell between us, you almost blushed, but when you saw me smile you started to grind against me, becoming harder and harder. I breathed into your ear and you grabbed me tight with both hands, I felt your cock thrust into my stomach and throb like you were about to explode. Then you released me. We smiled and carried on dancing. That was close."
She was right it had been close then and was again now. I found my hand stroking my full length hard and fast. I stopped to unmute and agree. She continued.
"At he end of our night you went to your room, I went to the spare room and off to sleep it was. Well maybe not for you. I could hear your heavy breathing, so I quietly snuck up to your door and pushed it open far enough to see"
"Umm see what" I asked just a little puzzled.
"To see you stroking your self. I watched you. It's the first time I had ever watched a guy, it was almost hypnotic. Watching you stroke faster and faster, breathing heavier and heavier. Stifling what I am sure was my name as you shot that massive load of cum across your stomach. I'm sorry I never told you, but it was just so hot."
She was right it was, I picked up the pace to match the story.
"So I have seen you naked, I have seen what you've got and how you use it, so I had to tell Bevan and now you. I'm really sorry I spied on you, I hope you aren't angry."
I was far from angry. I told her I was thankful for the heads up and would be looking forward to seeing her in a few weeks. I hung up and released another massive load, this time not stifling her name. What a secret to tell me now. Far too late to do anything about it.
As the weeks went by we spoke a few more times and reacquainted ourselves. Now there were no secrets and we both admitted that we really thought a lot about each other and perhaps back in the day we really could have had something. That we had a connection, but those times were past.
I confessed "I know I would be aroused around you" and she replied "I know I would have contain myself, because well, it's you."
