Mia was in a deep slumber, sprawled out on the bed.
I watched her body heaving soothingly with each breath as I took a slow puff on my cigarette. With her back to me, legs askew and slightly apart, her magnificent black hair was scattered out across the pillow. She was stark naked.
I was transfixed and twitching, as I observed the contours of her peachy bum. Despite my want to kiss her ass and rouse her up, I restrained myself. She needed the rest. We had spent majority of the day in bed making passionate love or fondling each other, only stopping to hydrate ourselves, and regain our stamina. Even though it was late in the evening, we still had a few hours left until we had to head back to our own houses. I smiled wistfully at the way the universe had brought us together despite our boundaries.
Mia and I shared a great friendship. But then, so did I and her husband. And my wife was just as close to the two of them. We'd gone from best friends to lovers in the last two weeks. We'd hardly been able to satiate the colossal mountain of a desire we had for each other. Nevertheless, I was thrilled to spend the brief time I had with her. The journey that brought us to this point was just incredible.
Let me start from the beginning.
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Almost all of us have experienced it. While some people move on quickly, others, like me, struggle with it. I am referring to a person's crush on their friend's spouse. Between Mia and I, it wasn't always like that. We were just close friends who genuinely enjoyed one other's company for a number of years. I can't recall the exact moment when a friend's fondness evolved into an infatuation and finally a crush.
A crush so powerful that she took over all of my perverted fantasies. Every-time I touched myself Mia would invade my mind and do the most erotic things with me. Sometimes, when I was overwhelmed with guilt, I would try to think of other women, but it was a pointless endeavour. She would always turn up at the end, giving me an orgasmic high with only her presence dominating my mind.
Mia was simply gorgeous, almost as tall as me but shaped like a dream. Her body was curvaceous with just the perfect proportions. Her complexion was golden and she had abundant thick black hair. A beautiful smile with sharp features further enhanced her beauty. Naturally, I secretively watched her every chance I got. The way her trousers clung to her thick thighs and the ample bottom, the low neckline she rarely displayed made me want to just pick her up and carry her off to the bedroom. At times she used to tie her unkempt hair and put it in a bun. The innocent motion made my palms tingle with lust as I envisioned clutching on to her topknot while I thrusted myself in between her legs and mouth. With Mia, I had completely lost control of my body.
I remember that exact moment so well--the one where our friendship turned into intimacy. We struck up a conversation at random one day, and I felt so at ease with her that I told her about my passion for writing erotica. I made her promise that she would never, not even accidentally, divulge my secret to another person. I trusted her wholly to oblige by my swear.
Mia was a voracious reader and had an excellent command of language and vocabulary. I informed her about my pen name as a novice writer and the website literotica. She had heard of the website, but more than anything, I appreciated that she never ridiculed or passed judgment on me for indulging in a taboo pastime. As we spoke, I asked if I might share one of my works with her and get her feedback as a beta reader. I'm grateful that she consented. It was extremely exhilarating to share something so personal, with someone you care about.
I forwarded her the link to my story and waited for her review. When Mia didn't immediately respond to my message, I figured it wouldn't be good. I didn't hear anything from her on that day or the day after. The two dismal days were filled with idle speculation that only made the anguish of waiting bleaker. I was nervous as hell, starting to fear that she would think I was a weirdo. What I had written about was not your typical vanilla erotica. My stories were beyond the understanding of an ordinary person; they were dark and wicked.
At last, she replied, apologizing for the delay as she had work commitments that prevented her from reading. She presented me with writing guidance and pointed me areas where I might improve, just like a professional would. In her role as the reader, Mia never shared any personal views. But from her statements, I could sense that she had liked reading it. I figured it was because she was afraid of how our relationship would change if she admitted to me how much she enjoyed reading my story. Nonetheless, her inputs made me quite happy.
My wife was scheduled to travel abroad for a two-week work assignment the next week. Her partner was also traveling for work, so it seemed like the universe was working in our favour. That weekend, we got together at the home of our mutual good friend Alex. Upon our first face-to-face meeting, after she had read my deepest, darkest fantasies, there was an awkward yet exciting spark between us. When we had a private moment, I somehow summoned the courage to bring up my story.
Sincerely, I asked for her opinion. She claimed that while she like some parts, she wouldn't enjoy others. Encouraged, I flirted with her subtly, and she reciprocated although reluctantly. Though the chemistry between us was potent, being surrounded by our friends prevented us from taking it further. We enjoyed the rest of the evening together, and the whole time, Mia occupied my mind as the girl from my story. Having been hard all along, I masturbated as soon as I got home.
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Once our respective spouses had departed the country, I asked Mia to join me for a causal night at our favourite local bar. I wasn't sure whether she would agree because I hadn't asked any of our other mutual friend, but she accepted my invitation, and we got together at the scheduled time. I dressed well so I could look my best. Just as Mia had. She wore a flowing dress that flaunted a hint of cleavage, falling all the way down to her knees. Her hair hung loose in waves. She looked adorable, yet so sexy.
Once we ordered drinks, we fell into a comfortable conversation without any specific topic in mind. After a few beers, our inhibitions began to wear off, and we resumed our light-hearted flirting.
Mia remarked, "Since you are single tonight, let's test your rizz game to see how good you are? You have to hit on a woman and get her number." She winked at me playfully.
Amused, I spent a few minutes glancing about, posing as a man looking for the ideal woman. After that, I stood up, strolled around the pub, and returned to our table. Pausing a moment to take a breath, I said, ""Hello Ma'am, there must be something wrong with my eyes, I just can't take them off you. I couldn't help but stop and give the most attractive girl in the pub a compliment tonight, hoping that she would be so kind as to give me her name and phone number."
Mia burst out laughing, saying, "Sooo corny. I am sure you can do better."
Unfazed, I continued, saying, "Aside from your breath-taking beauty, I had a thought that kept nagging at me. I won't be satisfied until my query is answered."
Mia continued our role-playing, chuckling at my ongoing charade, and enquired coquettishly, "And what thought may that be, sir?"
"I was wondering if you're wearing comfy cotton underwear or an enticing thong underneath this gorgeous dress," I asked boldly.
Guffawing at my audacious query, Mia scoffed in response, "That's a horrible question to ask a girl whose number you are attempting to acquire,"
I answered with a slight grin, "That doesn't exactly answer my question now."
Mia shot back, "And why, pray tell me, should I even contemplate answering your question."
Being my most cocky self, I asked her, "How else will I know, if I need to peel them off or can I just slide the string aside before I feast between your legs?"
"G! That's highly inappropriate." She reprimanded me ending our roleplay and blushing profusely at the craziness of the exchange.
After that, the small talk became a little awkward as neither of us discussed anything mildly flirtatious or sexual. It was quite obvious that I was attracted to her and wanted to continue talking as earlier. There was a strong sexual chemistry in the air that we were both deliberately trying to avoid. Despite the drinks I had consumed, my throat was parched, and all I could think about was kissing Mia until our lips turned raw. Fortunately, it was late into the night and time to head out. We awkwardly hugged one other and said our goodbyes before hailing a cab to return home.
