Dee and I have been friends for several years. Her daughter is two weeks younger than my son, and we got together several times a week to have coffee and play dates for the kids from the time they were both about two years old.
After a year or two of doing this, she shared with me that she'd been having an affair with a married man, starting shortly after she'd had her daughter. She was excited, because unlike so many married men who wanted to have their cake and eat it to, he had actually taken the plunge and left his wife to be with her.
She wanted him to meet me, and as I am the better cook, I offered to make dinner for them and the kids. I enjoy cooking, and am always glad to have someone eat my creations that will actually enjoy them!
That weekend, I tidied up the house, and started preparing a simple steak meal, with baked potatoes and salad. I bought some wine and chilled it, along with some grape juice so that the kids wouldn't feel left out. The table was set with care, with wine glasses at every setting. All that was left, was to grill the steaks, so I went to get myself ready.
I showered quickly, then blow dried my long brown hair into soft curls. I've been accused of having 80's hair in the recent past, but I refused to be insulted by this. I love my hair. It is a rich chestnut brown, the exact color of my eyes, which to me, was my best feature. Aside from my wide, full mouth and bright white teeth.
I dressed with care, choosing a pair of skin tight black jeans, and a loose gypsy blouse of pink and white, with long flowing sleeves. I artfully applied the barest of make up, accenting my eyes, and down playing my mouth. As I gave a quick gloss to my naked lips, I heard the doorbell ring. I unbuttoned two buttons from the blouse, showing just a hint of cleavage.
I nervously went to answer the door, almost feeling as if this were a blind date. I'm always self conscious when first meeting someone new, as I am not a little girl. Yes, I am BBW. Full figured, fat. Whatever you want to call it, I am it. This is not to say that I am shy, or frigid, or even scared to get naked with a man. Far from it. It is just the initial first meeting of someone new.
I opened the door, and was engulfed in a huge hug by the sexiest man I've ever seen in my life! Dee introduced us officially, and Jay, her boyfriend then shook my hand.
"I've heard so much about you already, I feel like I know you! And you have the most precious little boy I've ever met." his hand held mine for a fraction of a second longer than was appropriate. My heart rate jumped a bit, as I looked into his beautiful blue eyes. His dark hair was cut short, and combed much in the style of Christopher Reeve's as Superman. His glasses gave him a Clark Kent nerdy look, which did nothing to disguise his utter beauty.
My eyebrows rose slightly, as I was not aware that Jay had met my son. Dee and I frequently babysat for one another, so I assumed that that is how he met my baby boy.
Katy met Isaiah in the hall, and they ran off to play in his room. They were both four years old at this point.
I led the way through the house to the living room, and offered them a seat. They settled on the loveseat, and Dee leaned into him. I couldn't blame the girl. I'd stake claim on him too, if he were my man!
I asked if they would like wine now, or with dinner. They both wanted some now, so I went to get the glasses from the table, and poured us all a glass. We sat and talked for a while, and after the second glass of wine, it was almost as if we had all known one another for years.
After one particularly bawdy joke, I laughingly stood, and excused myself to throw the steaks on the barbeque. It was properly warmed up, and the steaks were sizzling as soon as they landed on the grill. I lightly salted and peppered them, then replaced the lid. I took the opportunity to have a quick smoke, as I don't smoke in my home for my son's health.
I heard the slider open, and Jay stepped out onto the patio. "Mind if I join you?"
"Not at all." I watched as he pulled a camel from its pack and lit up. He looked at me as he took that first drag. His eyes smiled.
"Dee told me you were beautiful, but not how beautiful."
I felt my face warm up, and gave a little smile. "That's sweet of you. Thank you." "Just the truth, Darlin. You are gorgeous." He took another drag on his cigarette, but I was saved from making another comment when Dee came out to join us.
"So?? Didn't I tell you he was so cute??" Dee gushed. I laughed, and looked at him again.
"You seem to leave out the "How" part of your descriptions Dee!"
The rest of the night went by pleasantly, and over the course of the next several years, we three had gotten together often. Sometimes I had a date and other times, it was just us. The hugs hello got tighter, and lasted longer. The kisses goodbye always made my heart thud painfully. Our conversations were wildly outrageous, always sexual, and very open. Dee would brag about how big Jay's cock was behind his back, and how great he was in bed.
This always made me wonder, what he would be like inside of me. I loved his hugs, and how his hands would brush the sides of my large breasts. I would often catch him looking at them, when I wore low cut blouses.
We had lost track of one another for about a year, when I sent out an email to everyone on my contact list. Dee and Jay had been without internet for many months, and had finally come back online to see my message. She emailed me immediately, and we made a date to go out the following weekend. # We wound up going out to a bar for karaoke night, and had several rounds of Tequila shots each, and some beers. Soon, none of us were feeling any pain! We left around 1am and went back to their place to continue on our night out. Dee's little sister, who had watched the kids, went home after we arrived.
Jay and I sat on the bed, drinking some hard lemonade's while Dee surfed the net on the computer next to us. We talked and laughed for another hour or so, then I started getting sleepy, as it was getting pretty late. I was reluctant to drive this wasted, not to mention rousing my sleeping son, as it was always so hard to get him settled back down. Note to self, avoid drinking on a Sunday night in the future!
I went to check on the kids, and as I was returning to the bedroom, where we were all gathered, he was coming out of the bathroom. He said a quiet 'Hey'. Then asked how the kids were. I told him they were both dead to the world, and that I should think about crashing out next to him on the floor. He said that wasn't necessary, that there was plenty of room in their bed for three.
I smiled up at him, about to make a smart remark about how he'd like that, when he bent his head down to give me a quick kiss just as I was opening my mouth to say it. I felt my tongue graze his lower lip, and his head jerked back quickly. He looked me in the eyes, and I blushed. His head lowered, and kissed me again.
When his tongue entered my mouth, my hands found his waist. His hands cupped my face, holding my mouth to his. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I just couldn't believe my best friend's boyfriend was kissing me like this. I broke away, and we kissed a series of short passionate kisses, not six feet away from Dee. "Oh shit!" I whispered. His head fell against my forehead, and we stood like that for a few seconds, catching our breath.
I wiped my mouth, gave him a confused look, and went back into the bedroom. Guiltily, I answered Dee's enquiry about the children. I downed the rest of my drink, and set the bottle in with the other empties in the case.
Jay then came back in, and flopped on the bed next to me. He yawned, and said he'd best get some sleep since he had to work in the morning. Dee smiled and told me to lie down too, since I also had to work. She promised to stay awake to wake us both up for work.
I wasn't quite comfortable with that, but knew I'd be worthless at work if I didn't get at least a little sleep. Dee kissed Jay goodnight, then leaned over him, and kissed me too, although it was just a peck on the cheek. He kissed me too, although this time it was just a quick kiss on the mouth.
I lay on my side, looking at him, but careful not to be too close. Dee was already engrossed in her online bingo game again. Jay rolled over onto his side, facing me. We gazed at one another, and my poor heart began to pound again. My breathing became erratic. He smiled, and reached for my hand. Pulling it closer to him, he placed my hand on his heart, and I felt his heart racing too. He brought my hand up to his mouth, and kissed it, nibbling on my fingertips. Then with his hand wrapped around mine, up against his heart, he fell asleep.