Best Friends

My apologies for the delay in getting Part 2 out to you. I took my time with it, because I really want to take you all on a journey that may not make sense yet. If you haven't read the first part, I'm not sure how much this will make sense. Mike is married to Misty. He's a writer, she's a physician. His best friend is librarian Katie, who is married to Phil, a builder.

They live across the street from one another and have embarked on an affair. Neither couple has any children. All characters are over the age of 18.

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Part Two

Mike awoke to absolute silence. He could feel a warm body wrapped around his and it took him a minute or two to remember exactly what had happened. He would have kicked his own ass for being an idiot if the sex hadn't been so fucking wonderful.

Katie looked up suddenly. She looked like she hadn't slept at all, her hair wasn't messed beyond what he had done to it. He could make out her face from the light in the hallway. She looked like Katie, only more Katie than she had ever been before. He had been inside her body. He was a man, he wanted her again.

Groaning inwardly, he pulled her up his body until her lips were close to his mouth and captured them in a slow, lazy kiss. Katie didn't disappoint, she kissed him back and in no time, Mike found himself aroused again. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his erection and she squeezed him reassuringly. He rolled over, his hand sliding between her thighs. She was still wet, so he slid into her and started moving slowly, each thrust deeper than the next, his mouth lowering to hers again.

How was it possible, he wondered, that the perfect woman would enter his life at the exact moment in his life when it would be extremely difficult for him to claim her? While he had been with Misty since they were both undergrads, they had only married shortly before moving into this area. "Why couldn't I have found her a month earlier?" he wondered.

The desperation of his thoughts made him only more intent in his lovemaking. He filled her to the hilt, his balls slapping gently against her ass, her legs parted wide and wrapped around him. He loved that she did that, held him in every way possible. He let her mouth go long enough to pull her nipple into his lips, maintaining the slow pace that he had started, intent on fucking her for as long as he could.

Katie arched her neck, whimpering with each thrust of her lover's dick. She had laid there watching him sleep, studying him as she never had before. She had been sexually active since she had been a teenager, but it had been a long time since she had been with someone new. Katie supposed she should be feeling guilty for cheating on Phil. Shockingly, it didn't enter into her thinking. She was with Mike. Just Mike. Did Mike count as cheating, since her husband seemed content for her to do everything else with him?

Mike kissed his way back to her ear and whispered into her ear. "What are you thinking, Katie? Want to know what I'm thinking? I am thinking that you're perfect, that this is the most amazing sex I've ever had and that I will want to be inside you every moment I can for the rest of my life." He pulled back and looked into her face as he thrust into her again and again. "I mean it, Katie. I will always want this."

Katie brought her hands up to his face, his glasses having been discarded somewhere. Each hand caressed one of his cheeks. It was so sweet and tender, Mike's heart melted. He increased his strokes, loving the way her folds held on to his cock, gripping it tightly while her slick juice coated him with something that felt like heaven. Her gaze never left his, he couldn't bring himself to tear his own away. They made love like they talked about art, books, or any of the other myriad things when they were in each other's company ... as if it were the most important thing in the world.

Katie arched her back suddenly, cumming all over his cock, her face burying itself into his shoulder. Her hands left his face and slide down his back, her nails scraping him. The spasms of her pussy were so intense, he couldn't help himself, shouting as he erupted into her body for the second time that evening before collapsing on top of her sweet body.

Katie took a few minutes to catch her breath. She hugged Mike tightly, loving the feel of his weight, his labored breaths on her neck, his sweat on her body. "I'm thinking that you're amazing. I think we're amazing. I'm still in shock that we've done this, but I'm also surprised we didn't do it earlier. It just feels right in a way that I can't explain. Maybe I'll feel guilty about it tomorrow, I don't know. I don't think I'll ever regret it, though. I want you, too."

The night to come was a cycle of short bursts of sleep, wakening, lovemaking, whispers in the dark, followed by more sleep. They learned each other's bodies, their likes and dislikes. Katie led Mike into the shower in the morning and they made love there as well, the warm water cascading against their skin, Katie's breasts pressed against the shower door. She was sore between her thighs and muscles she had forgotten she had were sore even though she practiced yoga constantly. It was exhausting, but she had never been happier.

Mike ate breakfast with Katie on his lap. They alternated between kissing each other, laughing and feeding each other. Mike finally stilled, looking up at this lovely woman, scarcely believing that even a part of her was his to call his own. "Katie, I don't know what to say. I have to go home. We both need to think and figure out what to do next."

Katie grew serious. "Mike, I know what is coming. You're going to say that this was a one-time thing. You have the perfect wife. She's tall, she's beautiful, she's smart, she's a doctor for crying out loud. I'm just this short redhead ... well, look at me. I'm nothing compared to her. I know you enjoyed yourself, I get that. But will you really want to be with me again? Seriously?"

Mike stared at her, his mouth agape. "Katie, I'm a man. I'm going to want you again." He kissed her. "And again." Another kiss, this one on her nose. "And again." He kissed her forehead, then each closed eye. "I can't think clearly with so little sleep and you on my lap looking so delicious. We need to think. We need to talk more. We need to figure this out."

Katie nodded slowly. "I definitely need to do some laundry, then take a nap. Then maybe I'll be able to think and talk." She smiled, then rose and started fussing with the dishes, loading them into the washer. Mike came up behind her and held her close to him. "I'm going to go now, while I still can."

Katie turned to face him, intending on kissing him. He kept himself straight, denying her the opportunity for now. "I'll talk to you later, Katie." With that, he turned and strode out of the house.

Mike walked across the street to his own home. Ironically, it had been designed and built by Phil, Katie's husband. Mike tried not to think about that as he unlocked the door by the garage and walked inside. He peered into the garage itself. Misty's car was gone, meaning she really had stayed the night at the hospital. "Figures," he murmured under his breath.

He set down his keys and was about to set down his phone. He looked at it in his hand, then sighed. He swiped the screen and went looking for the security feature of the phone that would lock it. He had never had anything to hide from Misty before, but he guessed that was no longer the case. "And so it begins," he said to his empty house. He went to the master bedroom and stripped, grabbing his clothes and some from his hamper, then padding down the hall to the laundry room. No sense in risking smelling like Katie.

Going back into the master bedroom, he passed through to the bathroom and started his second shower of the day. He checked out his body in the full length mirror, looking for signs of sex. Finding none, he was somewhat surprised. They had made love over and over all night. "How can something so intense not leave a mark?" Mike got into the shower and scrubbed up quickly, and then got out quickly, toweling himself off and then walked back into the bedroom, grabbing his pajama bottoms and pulling them on.

He laid down and tried to go to sleep. He found it impossible, so he got back up again and sat at his laptop. He started a bit of poetry, needing to get his feelings out. It wasn't long, it poured out of his soul and when he was done, he looked at it objectively.

He keyed up his email, then typed a brief message to Katie.

'Katie: I don't know what I'm feeling right now, but I wanted you to have this. Love, Mike.'

He included the poem, and pushed send. Then he fell into bed, exhausted. Too tired to think anymore, he fell into a hard, dreamless sleep.

When he awoke, hours later, he felt somewhat human again. Misty was in bed with him, snoring that odd snore of hers that she made when she was tired. He slipped out of bed and was relieved he had shut his laptop down. "God, this is going to suck," he thought.

He went into his kitchen and pulled out some makings for a salad. Slicing vegetables and tossing it quickly, he ate without really paying attention to the food. His mind was full, but he was a writer and organizing his thoughts was something he was used to doing.

Number one, he wanted Katie again. As amazing as last night had been, he knew it wasn't enough. He didn't know what enough would be, but it was all he could do not to go over to her house right now and take her again. Simply walking away from what they had started wasn't an option.

Number two, his marriage wasn't the best. He had to be honest. He was an asshole, no question. No one had been more surprised than him when Misty had picked him out of a crowd and started dating him. She was the sort of woman he could only dream of touching all through high school. God, she was driven. Her single-minded pursuit of her goals, including her goal of having him as her boyfriend, fiancée and husband, had almost frightened him in his intensity. She shined so bright it almost burned him just to be close.

He had figured they would date awhile, but never thought they would go the distance. That all changed when his family had met her over the Christmas holidays senior year of undergrad. They had all loved her, especially his Dad. Mike had spent most of his life accustomed to disappointing his old man. The youngest of five siblings, all of them gripping MBAs and setting the business world on figure, he had flunked out of Northwestern before settling in at a state school and muddling his way though an English major.

Misty had been the first thing he had done to impress the old guy. It felt good. Mike felt that he had loved Misty. Now, after last night, he wasn't so sure had ever really known what love was in the first place. Misty had never gotten inside, not the way Katie did with a rolled-up newspaper and a smile.

Finishing his salad, he washed the bowl and utensils. Left to his own devices, he could be a bit of a slob. Misty was so clean and tidy, it was practically a religion to her way of thinking. Time had taught him to just clean up quickly and move on to the next thing. Misty could handle a clean bowl in the strainer. A dirty bowl in the sink would set her off faster than just about anything.

"Except, Mike thought, "finding out I'm fucking my best friend."

Katie awoke later, all fuzzy brained and with a fully sated feeling she couldn't quite place until it all flooded her at once. Mike, inside her, fucking her so completely that she couldn't believe it was possible to feel that wonderful. She sighed, then reached down between her legs and felt her bare pussy. "Yeah," she thought. "I'm sore." She got up, dressing in some work-out clothing and went into her yoga room. She turned on some hypnotic music, then started working out, stretching out the kinks. Phil had installed some mirrors and she watched her body critically as she went through her usual set of poses.

"Well," Katie thought, as she stretched. "I cheated on my husband." The face of an adulteress looked back at her from the mirrors. Phil had built this yoga room for her with his own hands. True, they had very little in common, but she really had no reason to complain about him or their life together. They had been reasonably happy and in synch. Their sex life, while not wildly exciting, was still good. If someone had asked her in that moment before Mike had made his move if there was anything missing in her marriage, she would have said "no."

Now that she had embarked on an affair, she could point to all sorts of little things. He spent a lot of time working. He made no secret of his disdain for her photography or other pursuits. He tolerated her yoga because it kept her body fit and in shape. He liked her cooking. Other than that, she really couldn't put her finger on any one thing about her he considered worthwhile. They got along well, but was that enough?

Katie moved gracefully into the next pose and moaned with pleasure as some of the kinks in her body started to work themselves out.

The truth, she thought, it that all this gnashing of teeth could be over nothing. Sure, Mike said several times he would want her again, but he was home right now with his wife. He could be making love to her right now and there was nothing Katie could do about it.

For the first time in her life, Katie felt a tight knot that she took to be jealousy clenching in her stomach. "He could be fucking Misty right now and deciding that I'm a waste of his time." Katie wasn't necessarily sure that she herself wanted to continue this affair, but she didn't want to be dumped, either.

She finished her work-out and laid on the floor, covered in sweat and trying to clear her head. She sat up and shook it. "Right, I can't do this. I might as well end it before I do anything more stupid than I've already done."

Having made up her mind, she reached for her phone and saw it was flashing, indicating she had a message. She swiped the screen and saw an email had come from Mike. She sighed. "Here it comes." She read the contents, then a slow smile filled her face.

Mike had written her a poem. It was short, just a few lines. It was about her eyes, comparing them to light dancing on the blue water of a still lake. He had talked about his writing plenty, but he had never actually shown her any of it. Katie was well-read enough to know he was talented.

In an instant, Katie knew his true feelings. He was in this ... and she knew she couldn't be the one who ended things.

Katie went to her bathroom, stripped and showered. When she was done, she put on a short, terry bathrobe and went out to the front door to check for the mail. As she opened the door, Mike was standing there, about to knock.

"Oh, hi!" Katie said, stupidly, struck dumb at seeing him there.

"Misty got called into the hospital. I knew Phil would still be away and figured we still had some things to talk about," Mike said, an earnest expression on his face. He was nervous, but he was sure of himself. He stepped past her without asking if he could come in. Katie closed the door and started to turn around. As she did so, she found herself pressed against it, her arms held over her head. His tongue was forcing its way into her mouth. She parted her lips and let his kiss ravage her mouth. Her robe fell open and he pulled his cock out and was rubbing it against the sore lips of her pussy.

Katie didn't let something like a little pain stop her from getting wet and moaning his name. Mike took that as a "yes" and shoved his cock into her slit. With three thrusts, he was buried into her tight body and her folds stretched to accommodate his invasion. Whereas they had made love all night, this wasn't worthy of such a lofty title. This was fucking, raw and unbridled fucking. With every thrust of his cock into her cunt, Mike claimed her as his woman and she exalted in his sex. He let go of her hands over the door and put them under her ass. She wrapped those arms around his shoulders and it took everything in her to refrain from biting his shoulder. He carried her across the room to the couch and pulled his dick out long enough to bend her over the end of it, then shoved his way back in again.

Katie could feel his hands on her hips, pulling her cunt tightly down onto his cock. She could hear the masculine grunts escaping him as he rutted into her core, taking her like a bitch in heat. This was a marking, a breeding. She had no idea what had gone on in his mind while he was away. A poem about the color of her eyes, now he was forcing himself on her, albeit with her full consent.

Whatever this might mean to Mike, to Katie it was one of the most erotic experiences of her life. She gripped the couch, screaming out as she exploded into an intense orgasm. He followed her seconds later, his cum filling her tight passage. He gave a few more thrusts, gradually slowing down. Pulling himself carefully from her body, he turned her around and hugged her, lifting her into his arms and carrying her into the guest bedroom they had used the night before.

As Mike settled into bed next to her, she cuddled close. He took a strand of her hair and played with it lightly, smiling at her sweet face. "I know we need to talk, but I just say that you are incredible?"

Katie, impossibly, blushed. "I don't know that anyone has ever called me that before." She kissed him shyly. "I had nearly decided to end this when I got your poem." She bit her lip, looking down for a minute. "But now, having done this again, I just can't. I can't be the bigger person and just give you up."

Mike hugged her fiercely. "We're in a bind," he murmured. "I don't know how or what we will do next, but we'll figure this out." He sighed into her hair. "I can't give you up, either."