Previously on That's What Friends Are For... Phillip was best friends with Liz's husband years ago. During a drunken encounter, they experienced a night of passion neither one of them ever forgot. Years later, Liz was no longer married and she meets Phillip at a party. Finding time along, they realized the passion between them never faded. Now, Liz was preparing to continue a love affair she never thought she'd get a second chance at....
As Liz drove behind Phillip, she glanced at the GPS map on her phone. It said they'd be to Phillip's place in another 25 minutes. She realized now that he had remained within easy driving distance of her this whole time, that should could have easily had the incredible experience she'd just had in the park far earlier, if only she'd allowed herself the opportunity to consider it and pick up the phone.
Of course, it had been more complicated than that. She'd stayed married for years and by the time her marriage was over she had grown accustomed to banishing the memories of her first sexual encounter with Phillip. She hadn't allowed herself to consider him a possibility. That was the whole problem.
Her hands shook as she followed Phillip onto the highway and she brushed hair out of her face, memories of what they'd just done flashing through her. She felt like she could see her body from outside it, watching as Phillip was sitting behind her as she held herself up standing against a tree, his face buried in her ass and doing everything in his power to make her cum on his face. She'd never felt anything like it.
She almost drove off the road as she snapped back to reality, a car in the opposing lane honking their horn at her. As she jerked one hand back to the steering wheel she realized she had placed it between her legs, grabbing her pussy as she remembered how incredible it had felt with Phillip.
Could this really be happening? She wasn't a kid anymore, she was a grown ass 38 year old woman and here she was following some guy home from a party with only one thing on her mind. To get fucked. Hopefully repeatedly. Was there something wrong with her? She see's Phillip for the first time in years and within a very short time she lets him have his way with her, in public once again, and now she was hoping for more? There has to be something wrong with her.
But no. No. She shook her head. Absolutely not. She refused to think like that anymore. She deserved this. She needed this and above all that, she wanted it. She wanted it more than anything she'd ever wanted in her entire life.
Paying closer attention to the road, she let her mind drift a little to examine what she and Phillip had done to each other. He had been fucking her so hard and deep, in such total control over her body, she'd begged him to cum, and he had. She'd needed it. And god damn it, who cares what anyone else thought? She didn't have to consider anyone else's happiness but her own on this topic. She'd been trying to protect other people's happiness for much too long of her adult life already and she wasn't going to play that game anymore.
She just hoped he felt the same way now that he'd fucked her brains out. Based on what'd he'd said to her and the things he'd done to her, she didn't that the chances of that were too likely right now. But, there was a part of her that worried, where her anxiety was growing.
As they finally pulled up to Phillips house, she pushed her fears down deep. She parked her car and met him at his front door where he greeted her and gave her a kiss, she wrapped her arms around his waist and grabbed his butt, kissing him deeper as she squeezed and said, "I missed you."
He smiled and said, "I missed you too, c'mon, lets get inside."
They kicked their shoes off in the entrance hallway and he led them to his kitchen where they deposited some keys. Phillip activated an electric tea kettle and started heating up some water and pulling out some items from the cabinents.
"Whatcha making?" she asked.
"A hot toddy, would you like one?" he pulled out a handle of bourbon from a cabinent.
"Yes, please." While the water was warming up he led her into the adjoining living room and she sat down on the couch, looking up at him expectantly.
"I'll be done in a minute, doesn't take long for the water to heat up, and then we can um... chat a little and get back to where we were. If you want...." Phillip said smiling at her.
"Uh... yea," Liz giggled. "I very much do want."
As he walked out of the room he began to shed clothing, taking off his jacket and shirt and tossing them to the side. She saw him walk into the kitchen, now wearing nothing above the waist. She laughed more as she began to hear the sounds of his belt buckle being undone and his shoes and pants hitting the floor.
It had been a while for Liz since she had been in a situation like this. Actually, she had probably never been in a situation quite like this, but she was pretty sure this meant that she was definitely going to get lucky again. She chose to keep her clothes on for now.
She heard the tea kettle finish warming up the water as it started to boil and heard Phillip making their drink as she looked around his living room. It was about what she expected. Not really any art on the walls, just a nice comfy couch, a big TV and a simple table holding a Xbox and a computer. Boys were so simple sometimes.
When Phillip came back into the room he was only wearing his boxer briefs and she was happy to see that his large dick was fully ready for action. Him holding two cups of steaming hot toddy was completely secondary in her mind to the massive erection that was coming her direction.
