My family and I were traveling over the holidays and got caught in some nasty weather. We had been planning to drive straight through to see relatives, but when the weather turned ugly we immediately started thinking about other options. Some good friends had recently moved to a city not 50 miles out of our way, and if we changed course immediately we could probably make it to their house before it got too dark.
Our friend Katy had been asking us to come visit not too long after she and her husband had moved. We simply hadn't had the time yet. Now Katy was pregnant with their second child, and I wasn't sure she would appreciate unexpected overnight guests. We started heading in their direction and then my wife Allison called, because we had to turn off then and there or risk getting stuck on the road.
Katy said they'd love to have us. They had relatives coming for the holidays too, but they weren't expected for another couple days. As it was, it didn't look like they would be able to make it anyway with all the storms that had passed through recently. So yes, they'd love to have us.
With the bad road conditions, it took us far longer to get there than we had ever dreamed possible. By the time we found their house and pried ourselves out of our car, still reeling with shock from our drive, we were too exhausted to do much more than say hello and grab a few things we'd need overnight. Our friends were warm and rested and wanted to sit up and talk, but neither my wife nor myself had the energy.
Katy was looking very pregnant, and she gave me a warm hug. Not too long before this I had admitted to her that I'd always had a crush on her. She had been feeling unattractive and huge as a petite pregnant lady. She's quite short and lean, so seeing her like this, I could imagine she felt awkward. I remember she was very happy the first time she was pregnant, but being a few years older (and wiser?) now, she was not feeling quite as positive about a second child, the old "What have we gotten ourselves into?!" syndrome.
I'm not sure why I admitted my attraction to her, other than to bolster her spirits. I thought perhaps she had suspected it, but the truth remained unspoken for years. Actually, I'd known her almost as long as I had known my wife. We were all colleagues from grad school and work. Katy and her husband had moved away to pursue new careers and both found jobs together at the same place, a rare thing any day, let alone in today's economy. I was sorry to see both of them go, but such is life.
Allison has always known of my attraction to our friend. I have even been inside my wife and told her I wished I could fuck our friend some day. She never said no, but warned me that realistically it probably never would happen. Of course, I knew that already.
My wife never seemed threatened by my desire for our friend, but I guess she probably never figured out that it went way beyond a simple desire to bed her. Part of her lack of jealousy must have to do with looks. Katy is simple, short, petite; not curvy, not vampy nor trampy, and seldom made-up. Allison likes to dress up and has been known to dress sexy for a night on the town. Katy is conservative, while Allison can be daring. But in terms of personality, their basic day-to-day humanity and intelligence, they are quite similar. So why was I attracted to Katy? She's cute, she's smart, she's easy to be around. I instantly had a good rapport with her. We also spent a lot of time together, so I suppose it's inevitable I would think of her in other ways beyond just friendship.
After having crashed through most of the night, I realized I really had to take a leak sometime in the early morning hours. I guess I forgot to go the night before in my exhaustion. Katy had told me about how the pregnancy had messed up her sleep, to which I joked she might as well get used to it, because breastfeeding would do the same soon enough. But I wasn't thinking about that as I rolled out of bed, still half-asleep, and headed for the hall bathroom. I only remembered about Katy's lack of sleep when I saw a light coming from the living room or kitchen. I thought I'd better take care of business first. Afterwards, I could go see who was up.
It was like 5:00 AM and there was Katy sitting in a recliner reading. She was wearing a large (on her, anyway) bathrobe. I saw she was barefoot and her toenails were painted a bright red. I guessed this was for the holidays, because I didn't ever recall seeing her with either toe- or fingernail polish on ever before. I also wondered how she could have painted her toenails and quickly guessed her husband must have done it. I know: it's strange to have all these things going through my head, but at that hour the mind wanders ... well, you get the idea!
Katy greeted me with "Hey! I couldn't sleep ... You?" I told her I just had to use the bathroom and thought I should go back to bed. This was the first time I had seen her, let along been alone with her, for a long time. It certainly was the first time since I told her I was attracted to her. I felt awkward, but if she did too she never let on. She told me to come and keep her company for a few minutes and motioned to sit on the sofa close to her. I thought it would be a good vantage point to sit and ogle her cute little feet with their red nails, so how could I refuse her offer?
We talked about nothing for a few minutes, and I realized that sitting next to her, where we both would have to turn a bit to look each other in the eye, made it easier to face her, because we weren't facing each other at all. Again, I was still half-asleep as I reasoned this out. I decided to guide the discussion towards her, so we could avoid talking about the feelings I had expressed for her. Anyway, our marriages, her pregnancy, and the fact that we both had kids made it all a safe fantasy. She knew I wouldn't make a play for her, and so did I (and my wife). - I had no idea if she had told her husband how I felt about her or not.
I asked Katy about her pregnancy, mentioning how she had told me on the phone how she was less enthusiastic and a little more concerned about changing from their comfortable existence this time around. She laughed she was too old to be doing all this again. I could only respond, "Then, I'm ancient!" I reminded her I was a couple years older than her. By this time I was really enjoying listening to her laugh, watching her cute feet, and wondering what was under that robe.
Katy picked up her mug to take a sip. She asked if I wanted something too, and I blurted out, "Don't move." I had to explain quickly that I meant in her condition I could get my own and that I was fine anyway. I didn't tell her how I was giving her the once over, of course. Suddenly, I realized my sleep pants were betraying my preoccupation with her body, as I had a big tent pole sticking up. I know she had looked far enough over to have seen it but hoped she hadn't.
Just then, Katy turned a little, drawing her legs up into the chair on the opposite side from where I sat to face me better. From that angle she must have noticed my condition. I had no idea what to do or say. I was too erect to shift my position to try to hide it. I would have had to tug on the front of my pants even to attempt that. I started to move a hand close to it but suddenly realized that might draw more attention to my hard cock, so I let my hand drop down next to the sofa.
My friend then asked how we were doing, life, work, love, parenthood, etc. I guess that meant either she was ignoring my condition or it wasn't as obvious as I thought it was. I always told her my troubles and problems, so I wasn't surprised she was asking about all these things. We even talked about our sex lives half-jokingly. Katy said they had been so busy with everything for a while that nothing much happened, until ... "Well, all it took was one time!" As she said this, Katy gestured towards her pregnant belly. She had told me before maybe a year ago that they were trying again, so I said something along the lines of all it takes is not trying for it to work. She laughed at that, and said, "Just my luck, one night of fun!"
