It's amazing how some moments in life are so forgettable and others will remain with you forever. This day will be full of those moments, though I didn't know it yet. I'm standing in the bar, sipping my drink and flipping through the Sunday paper, trying to look relaxed, but inside I am anything but. My heart is pounding, my hands are a little shaky and every nerve ending in my body is on red-alert, waiting to feel that touch.
My sisters and I had spent the day together, but they each had parental duties that sent them in different directions. I was stuck for a ride and not ready to do the family scene yet. An old friend of mine from school lived close by so I took a drink for courage and called him. I was both delighted and terrified when he said he'd by to get me in just a few minutes. We had an attraction to each other that was so incredible, so dangerous that it got me all stoked up just knowing he would be near me soon. He knows me so well, from our talks on the phone and our occasional naughty chat online. We've shared dozens of fantasies, hundreds of ideas of what it would be like to be intimate together, things I have never told anyone else. We are both in a committed relationship with someone else and we rarely ever see each other in person, so that's all it ever is – just talk.
So here I am, standing, waiting for him to come get me. The place is full of men, watching football and it's loud and smoky in there. I'm trying to be casual, trying not to look at the door every 10 seconds. Every tiny hair on my body is like radar, waiting for his touch. Then I feel it – that strong hand on my lower back. I melt as I turn around to say Hello, his strong arms going around me, circling me into a warm deep hug. He looks so damn good. I remind myself again that we are just friends but can't ignore that my pulse has become a whole lot stronger since he wrapped himself around me.
Out to his car we go, talking small talk and trying to ignore how turned on I am. He asks about my plans and I reveal that I have none until 6, several hours from now, when I have to meet up with my sister once again. He offers to show me his house, something I've always talked about doing but never dared to. I'm praying his roommate is home, so I won't have to find the strength to keep my hands off of him. We pull into the drive and find our way into the house. No roommate. After taking my coat and offering a drink, he gives me the grand tour. Room to room we wander, ending finally upstairs in his bedroom. This is not good. I'm barely fighting it off now, the urge to throw him on the bed and savage him is strong. His room is dim, the shades pulled against the afternoon sky.
To this day, I still don't know who made the first move or if we both made it at the same time, but the next thing I know, we're pressed so close together, kissing deeply. I'm shocked and thrilled to find myself in his arms, our tongues dueling, mouths pressed into each other. It's surreal, this dim room on a Sunday afternoon, our bodies tight together. I can feel his arousal, straining and throbbing against my thigh and it only makes me hotter. My panties are hot and damp, my love center tingling and aching with want. We side step to the bed and fall onto it, laughing and touching and kissing.
He stops to sit up and remove his shirt. Any thought I was having of stopping this has now completely left my head. He is so beautiful, so sexy. His strong arms lower his bare chest to me and we kiss, more urgently now. Passion takes us both to a different world. Clothes are being torn away and now we are naked and entwined, skin-to-skin, so very sensual. Fingers and strong hands explore every inch of my body, nails lightly grazing, feather-soft touches taking my breath away, all the while kissing my face, neck, ears. I feel his hardness on my thigh and reach for it, wrapping my hand around it and feeling it's heat. His soft moan sets my pussy on fire and I press myself up into him.
