Monday morning tea date with my bestie. Same thing we have done every Monday for the last few months, but this time has a more dangerous feel to it. The air is thick with tension, normal conversation eluding us both.
Sat on my leather sofa, I have my legs crossed and am facing sideways towards him. My body slightly turned sideways so I can lean against the back. His hand lays in a fake relaxed manner on my knee, although it's unfamiliar it feels comfortable, so I don't move it. I know its fake relaxed because I can feel the tingles of energy between our skin.
We make small talk, general chit chat about work, anything to cut the sexual tension which is palpable now. This is uncharted territory, years of friendship and the fact we both have partners makes it all the more forbidden. Our past conversations have left indelible images in my head. Usually harmless jokes though, banter really, certainly nothing serious. This new energy is confusing yet so intriguing.
I catch him looking at my breasts, my braless nipples poking out beneath my vest top, already hard and inviting. A short sharp intake of breath, a slight shift in the position of his legs, I can almost read his mind. The longing radiating hungrily in his eyes. His tongue flickers almost imperceptibly across his lips. I can see he wants my nipples in his mouth, in his hands, I want that too. I must have gasped aloud because his eyes move up to mine, pleading wordlessly, I smile shyly. I can already feel myself getting wet with the anticipation, making me squirm in my seat.
He slowly moves his hand to my nipple, softly circling it with his finger. His deep blue eyes never leaving my nipple he cups my breast and continues to rub, the fabric moving and teasing my other nipple with every stroke. I try to stay still but I'm finding it hard to think, the deliberate movements of his fingers making me quiver. He looks up as I moan, and tentatively leans in to kiss me. His lips are soft against mine, instinctively my lips part to kiss him deeper, the swelling emotions inside me taking over. His tongue delving into my mouth making me want him deep inside me.
His fingers stop rubbing my nipples and I freeze, confused in my daze for a second until, in one fluid motion he slips under the fabric and I melt as he resumes his torture. Kneading, rubbing, squeezing me. I'm dizzy.
He pulls back and removes my top. I feel exposed, embarrassed. I try not to show it in case he stops. He lets out a light moan and sits back for a second, drinking me in. I'm fighting the urge to cover up, the battle in my head between right and wrong like a tug of war.
