Saturday. My wife was at school, so I had the day all to myself. I had arranged to meet a friend of mine for coffee, at her place. This was all on the sly - there was nothing going on between us, but there would undoubtedly be fallout for both of us if the wrong ears heard about my visit.
Xi is one of my favourite women. She's bright, beautiful, athletic, compassionate, kind, and drop-dead sexy. I have known her for a very long time, but became friends with her only a few years ago. Our relationship was very shallow for many years; I saw her strictly as my wife's friend, never guessing the possibility that someone so attractive and intelligent would want a friend like me. Eventually, circumstances allowed us to spend hours together with only each other as company, and she is now one of my closest and most intimate friends. I have found a great deal of comfort in our friendship in the time since, and would value her for that alone, but I also find her deeply attractive, on the intellectual, emotional, physical, and sexual levels.
I am sure she is aware that I have sexual thoughts about her, but I don't think she is aware of the power she has over me. In times of great stress, I find my thoughts drawn to her; I occasionally wonder if this is some kind of abuse of our friendship, but I know, deep in my heart, that she fully accepts my weaknesses with my strengths. Reality dictates, however, that we be friends; the idea of us being anything more has never occurred to me as more than a passing fantasy.
I picked up some croissants and arrived at her place at about 10:30. I was knocking at her door a few short moments after signing in with the concierge. She threw it open, and welcomed me with a very enthusiastic "hey, how are you?" I loved the way she emphasized the "are" when she said it. I greeted her with the traditional kiss on each cheek and stepped back.
"I can't tell you how great it feels to see you. It's been ages since we had the chance to talk. Here; I brought you croissants."
She took the bag and sniffed it. The scent of fresh-baked pastries can be quite intoxicating. She sighed happily. "Have I told you today how much I love you?" We flirted like that fairly often; once, in what will certainly turn out to be one the highlights of my sexual existence, I licked a half-teaspoon-full of whipped cream off her arm. She had spilt it, by accident, during dessert one evening she and I were out with a bunch of other friends. I have never been sure what they made of it, but I must confess, I don't think I could ever resist the opportunity to lick food off her body.
"I'll put on the coffee. Would you like one of these?"
"Give me half."
She had set up the coffee maker; all she had to do was turn it on. She pulled a bread knife out of a drawer and cut two of the four croissants into halves, and arranged them nicely on a plate.
"Sofa?" I asked. She nodded, and I took the plate out and put it on her coffee table. I sat, and she appeared seconds later with a pair of side plates. She sat beside me, but we turned to face each other.
We chatted while the coffee brewed. It was great to spend time with her without having to worry about being given a hard time for it later. We started catching up on each other's life and doings. She had a much more intimate and open relationship with me than with my wife; I like to think that it's because I'm a good listener.
She was telling me about her run that morning. I thought it was a little cold for running, but I guess that's part of the reason I'm not a runner! She had gotten home and finished showering shortly before I had arrived; her hair was still wet.
"Do you want a foot massage?" It was a purely selfish suggestion on my part - it's not that I have a foot fetish, really, I just love touching women. Especially Xi.
