There she is standing in the kitchen where she always stands. Back turned to the door. She didn't hear me come in. She's not expecting me. I moved away. If I come up behind her it will startle her but, I have wanted her for so long that just feeling her heart race will excite me. This is a risk. We are both married. Her kids can walk in at any minute.
I think she wants me. I told her before I left that I had a crush on her for at least 5 years. I couldn't leave without telling her. She cupped my face in her hands. I couldn't move. Her breath was sweet. The kiss was soft, her lips even softer. When she stepped back I could breath again. I didn't even know I was holding my breath. No woman has ever had that effect on me. This was the second time with her though. That scares me. I lied. It's more than a crush, I am in love with her. I think she knows.
She then turns and tells me that the timing isn't right. She would feel too guilty sneaking around. I guess I would too but I can't help but feel that I would be forgiven if it were with her. She made sure that no matter what my attempts that we were never truly alone after that. She's afraid to fall in love with me I think.
So here I am a few weeks later staring at her back wondering what she will do if I wrap my arms around her and kiss her neck. Does she still want me? Suddenly I am scared. Will I screw up my friendship with her? She's one of my best friends. My heart is pounding as I step forward. I am going to do this. I have to know. It's now or never. I want her.
I move fast so that I don't lose my nerve. I taste the salt on the skin of her neck. I love her scent. She leaps out of my arms with a soft squeak. It takes her a minute to catch her breath. I really scared her.
I can't give her too long. If she thinks about it she'll pull away. I step back into her. I search her eyes wordlessly asking if I can kiss her. Her eyes are so intense. I almost lose myself in the search. Finally I find what I am looking for and lean in. I feel all of my lust pour into my kiss. I am trying to be soft. All of my willpower is going into not ripping her clothes off. So my kiss is hard and desperate. I step back to find my self-control. I need more. She's not holding herself back this time either. She kisses me. I feel her passion. Will she let herself have this? Will she give in? I ask her how much time do we have?
She says enough and grabs my hand. She starts to walk towards the bedroom. I let her lead me. I hear my blood flowing and pounding in my ears. I look down at myself and know that I am ready.