Best Friends (with benefits) Forever
Chapter 2
The Last Sexy Adventure...
Robyn and I left the hotel and walked out to her car, our pinkies locked together again. She drove me back to Danni's place to pick up my car.
She pulled up next to my car and let me out. But all we did was our normal, quick and friendly, if not sisterly kiss goodbye. With a quick promise from me, to see each other the next time I come to visit.
Over the next few months we settled back into our normal routine. Me, coming to visit once or twice a month. Us going to a bar just to talk. But of course, as promised, we never spoke of that wonderful sexy adventure we had in room 143. But that didn't stop me from thinking about it, or how her skin was so soft, or how gliding my hands along her womanly curves made my pulse quicken. Or her signature, spine tingling, heart pounding, goosebump raising, panty moistening kisses. All I had was the nude picture of Robyn on my phone to remember, to prove that it actually happened.
But not everything was back to normal. Some things were better than normal. Robyn found a decent job as a secretary for a lawyer. He was an older gentleman, married with two teenage kids.
She never became a bonafide paralegal. But Robyn was a quick learner. And she easily charmed her way around the courthouse. Befriending anyone that could help her. She quickly became invaluable to her new boss and he paid her accordingly.
After her sexy encounter with me. Robyn's dating life changed too. She was dating guys AND girls. She confided in me about her sexual attraction to both. She had a great time with both men and women. I told her that it's OK to date both. And sooner or later she would find the right person, man OR woman.
We also didn't play the, 'let's pretend to be a lesbian couple' game anymore either. At the bar, we sat across from each other. We also didn't hold hands anymore. I understood not talking about that wonderful night, but not being able to at least hold hands now and then, really made my heart ache.
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Several months before my wedding, Robyn came to Boston most every weekend to visit me. She was my maid of honor after all. And we had a wedding to plan. She was a tremendous help. And that impressed Tony.
So much so, Tony cleared out his weight lifting gear from the spare bedroom. I mean, who's he kidding, he wasn't using it anyway. Tony and I fixed it up nicely so Robyn had a comfortable room to herself. That way she didn't have to sleep on the couch anymore.
But it was over those many weekends that Robyn became subtly flirtatious. I quickly picked up on it and loved being able to flirt back. I'm not sure why it started, and I really don't care. I was just thrilled with the new attention.
She started out with little gestures. A hand on the arm that lingered much longer than necessary. A look over my shoulder while sitting next to me that caused her warm breath to raise goosebumps on my neck. Or that sultry stare with sparkling eyes she would give me when Tony wasn't looking.
We also went back to using our lips when kissing hello and goodbye. Robyn made sure our lips stayed pressed together a tiny bit longer than necessary. They weren't her signature kisses, but they were enough to make my eyes close automatically. They were enough to make my pulse quicken. They were enough to elicit a light moan from me. It made Robyn smile.
My flirting back to Robyn consisted of me trying to touch her as much as possible. Like when I would pass behind her in our cramped kitchen. My hand would glide across the small of her back, and my fingertips kept moving slightly. I would keep my hand there much, much longer than necessary. Then, finally I would let my hand drift down, while my fingers traced and lightly caressed the wonderful curve of her womanly behind. She often had to stop what she was doing and let out a whispery sigh.
Our flirting continued each time she came to visit. While working on the wedding, we would sit at the couch, me with my wine, her with her beer. My laptop and all the wedding stuff spread out across my coffee table. Robyn would sit up tight next to me, shoulders touching, bare arms touching, hips touching, thighs touching, bare knees touching. It was wonderful, better than holding hands.
Sometimes she would lean past me to point at something on the far end of the coffee table. She put her hand on my knee, and I inhaled the scent of lavender in her hair. Oh how I wanted to run my fingers through her long blonde hair. I thought back to that Sunday morning when I washed her hair in the shower. Right before I helped give her an orgasm so strong she fainted. Oh how I loved our sexy adventure.
Then I would tease her the same way. Reaching for something I really didn't need at the other end of the coffee table. With my hand on her knee. Hoping to elicit in her, some of the fond memories of me that morning. I lingered, reaching across her, far longer than needed.
But, as much fun as that was, reality would often shock me back to what's proper. I was getting married after all. This flirting was just a wonderful distraction. It wasn't going to go anywhere. We had our one crazy weekend. AND that's all it would ever be...at least that's what I kept telling myself.
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The wedding was coming up in two weeks and all of a sudden, several problems hit at once. The florist couldn't get the flowers I wanted, the venue had a pipe burst in the ballroom. The church's furnace died. The minister had a family emergency and couldn't perform the service. There were problems with the wedding cake. Everything was falling apart all at once. I was an emotional mess and completely overwhelmed. I ended up crying to Robyn on the phone. She told me not to worry. Over the next few days, Robyn jumped into action with her take-no-shit attitude. It took many phone calls, but Robyn had taken care of everything. She was my hero.
Then came the day of the wedding rehearsal and rehearsal dinner. Although hectic, it went on as planned and everything was great. Thanks to Robyn. I honestly don't know what I would have done without her.
