This whole story seems so incredible, so against anything I'd ever done before, but I'm recounting it now in hopes that doing so might help me better understand it. I could start at the most exciting part, but that wouldn't make a lot of sense. To really comprehend why things happened as they did, you need to go back a few years. My son Rick was still living with us at that time, still going to high school. He's since moved on to college and beyond, but this story isn't about Rick. It's about his best friend during those years, Terrence.
Terrence wasn't like Rick's other friends. For one thing, he seemed much older, with a maturity that belied his real age. Although everyone else called him Terry, I felt Terrence suited him much better. Terrence was flattered when I told him that, happy that I saw him as more of an adult, and if anything it made him act even more mature around me. But more on that later.
It wasn't just Terrence's personality that made him seem older, however, it was his appearance too. Tall and lean, his physique had already filled out, giving him a man's body. Rick had converted our basement into a makeshift weight room, and Terrence came by often to work out with him. It was odd sometimes, watching them together, my spindly, eighteen year old high school boy standing next to his muscular, manly looking friend, especially knowing that they were the same age. Terrence was in an academic program, getting ready to go to university and study business, but if you saw him lifting weights in our basement you'd swear he must be a football player or on some other athletic scholarship plan.
It was during these times that I really began to take notice of him. Terrence was kind and considerate, with an air of confidence that few young men can muster without coming across as cocky, and undeniably good looking too. I guess this is as good a time as any to mention that Terrence is black. It's not a critical aspect to what ended up happening, but I'd be lying if I didn't say the novelty hadn't added something. I'd never had much interaction with black people before Terrence, much less been attracted to one, but it didn't take me long to realize that my feelings for Terrence were more than platonic.
It's hard to explain what I was thinking when these emotions started taking hold in me. I know that for the most part, I did brush them off as being harmless. After all, I'd been married for a long time and Terrence was more than half my age. I certainly did not want an affair with him, or anyone else for that matter. I liked Terrence; he was a good young man, and a good friend to Rick, but I knew something more was taking hold of me when they started working out together.
I rarely went down to our grungy little basement, but more and more I found myself making excuses to go down there when Terrence was over. Often times, he'd wear a muscle shirt, or sometimes no shirt at all, and my eyes would inadvertently wander over his attractive young body. The sight was something to behold, with Terrence's powerful chest and arms on full display, looking even more impressive set against his washboard stomach. I'd never seen anyone in such good shape before, at least in person. I did my best not to let it show, and with my son so close by I think I did a pretty good job of it, but inside I could feel myself turn to jelly whenever I saw Terrence like this. The tight shorts he usually wore didn't help either, and more and more I found myself taking note of the very substantial bulge protruding in the front. Terrence and Rick had grown up together, so I'd known him since was a child, but clearly I did not see him that way anymore.
I still remember the first time I purposely fantasized about Terrence. I guess it had been a normal progression of where things had gone. I mean, I didn't have much of a love life with my husband anymore and often fantasized about other men. It had been strange doing that with Terrence, and I'd resisted it for some time, but after a while I merely told myself it wasn't that big a deal having thoughts about him. Part of me felt guilty about that, but another part was intrigued by the taboo nature of it all. In fact, everything about Terrence was taboo to me, from his age to him being a childhood friend of my son's to him being black. And I admit, I found the whole idea of masturbating about him quite intoxicating.
My favorite fantasy involved recalling one time when Terrence had come over to visit Rick, but had not found him at home. I told him that my son had gone out fishing with his father, and wouldn't be back until tomorrow. I expected Terrence to leave, but to my surprise he said he wanted to stay and visit.
"Are you sure Terrence?"
"Absolutely," he replied, smiling brightly. "Besides Cathy, I hardly ever get a chance to talk to you. It would be nice to get catch up and all." By the way, none of Rick's other friends called me by my first name, but I had allowed it in Terrence's case. It was yet another example of how our relationship was different.
I made us some coffee and we sat down to talk, with Terrence being as charming as ever. I could tell his demeanor was altered too with us being alone. He wasn't talking to me like I was Rick's mother, or the woman who used to bring him ice cream when he came over as a kid. Terrence spoke to me confidently as an adult, an equal, and the attitude suited him well. However, as well as Terrence did to appear nonchalant, I also noticed his eyes drift down my open shirt occasionally. I hadn't expected anyone over that day and had simply worn and old blouse and jeans. I really hadn't noticed until I caught Terrence gazing that I'd probably left at least one button more undone than I should have either, and with the angle I was sitting at, I knew he was getting quite the view too.
For a moment I felt embarrassed, especially since I hadn't put on a bra, but then I was able to somewhat relax. I couldn't stop thinking about it though, and sure enough Terrence kept casually peaking from time to time. Was Terrence really checking out my tits? They'd always been my best feature, and even being middle aged hadn't done much to keep men from occasionally looking at them longer than was socially acceptable, but to get this treatment from Terrence? He hadn't done anything like that before, although this might have been the first time we'd spent any real time alone together since he'd been a child. I could actually feel the sexual tension growing between us.
I felt myself reacting again, but instead of embarrassment I now felt flush with arousal. I couldn't really explain it, but something about knowing I could attract Terrence in a similar way that he had attracted me really turned me on. Much as I knew I should have shifted my sitting position, or gone to change into something else, I didn't. I hadn't felt this naughty with someone in years, and my excitement was too much for me to want and stop. At one point I even made an excuse to pick something off the ground, giving Terrence a perfect view down my blouse. My god, what was I doing? I didn't really know, but I could feel my heart pounding in my chest from all the excitement.
I managed to get through the next hour or so until Terrence left, but after that I made no pretenses about what I wanted to do, making a beeline straight for my room and masturbating furiously as lay on my bed. I couldn't remember the last time I'd cum so fast, but I still wasn't satisfied, so I kept going. I'd wanted to get relief so badly the first time that I hadn't thought about anything or one in particular, but now that I'd settled down enough I was able to go more slowly and savour the experience. All of my erotic thoughts centered around Terrence this time, replaying the events that had taken place earlier, adding to what had happened with my imagination. If I had tried to deny my attraction to him before, I certainly wasn't now, picturing how gorgeous he and that massive black cock of his must look like in all their glory. Sometimes I fantasized about seducing Terrence, and other times the reverse, with all of it slowly helping me reach my crescendo. I literally screamed out when I came, having the best orgasm I'd had in years.
Five years later...
I was standing downtown in the pouring rain, trying to get a cab, but it was the middle of rush hour, and I wasn't having much luck. Then, when I'd just about given up, a cab pulled up next to me along the curb.
"Excuse me lady, but my passenger here told me to stop and ask if you'd like a ride home," the driver said.
"What?" I asked in disbelief. I'd never had anything like this happen to me before. I looked at the back of the car, but with the dark clouds overhead I couldn't even see through the window. That's when the glass slid down to reveal an even bigger surprise.
"I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I let you get soaked in this rain, Cathy," the passenger smiled. Holy shit, it was Terrence. He and Rick had grown apart after high school, but I heard he had moved away after graduating from college.
"Terrence, is that you?" I asked incredulously.
"Yes, it's me," he replied with a slight chuckle. "Come on, Cathy, get out of the rain before you drown."
I got into the taxi and we drove away. I was still in such disbelief at seeing Terrence again that it didn't even dawn on me that I hadn't even told the driver where I wanted to go. Luckily, Terrence remembered my address and relayed that information to him for me. For the moment, I just wanted to get out of the rain. The car was warm and dry, and while not that big it was still spacious enough for the two of us. It was also one of those cabs that had a glass barrier between the front and the back, affording us some privacy.
"Terrence, I can't believe I ran into you," I said. "What are you doing here; Rick said you'd moved away?"
