The retreat came and went. Our conversations about Suzy being with other men took a life of their own. We were slowly pulling at a thread we might never be able to undo.
Rick was on her mind and Suzy and Rick were on my mind. Even at this point it was just all sexually charged conversations about taboo subjects. I didn't really think anything would happen.
She caught Rick stealing glances of her throughout the retreat. She felt a tingling excitement and wondered if he really DID want her. She was convinced she was jumping to conclusions, and it was just her imagination.
After a couple of intense weeks of these "who and what-if" conversations, I had to ask the question.
"Is this something you really want to do or are we just having fun fantasizing?"
She didn't answer me.
I pushed a little more, but she didn't answer.
"Oh my God! You really do want this," is all I could think to say.
"What if someone found out? I just can't do it," is all she said.
She then asked me, "Does this really turn you on?"
"It does. I can't stop thinking about you and Rick."
"It would be so awkward if something went wrong. We've hung out with him for years and this is way too weird."
"Then who would you have sex with?" I asked hoping she might have an answer.
"I don't know. I guess no one really comes to mind. Our conversations are always on my mind but I don't think this is something more than just a fantasy."
I call bullshit on this because if these conversations are always on her mind, I'm pretty sure she has pictured other men fucking her. I didn't want to push too hard but I didn't think she wanted to appear eager.
I stopped asking who and decided to talk about how this fantasy plays out in her head.
"I guess it would just be the two of us. I would be too self-conscious having you there watching me. How weird would that be for the guy too?"
"Would you tell me all about it afterwards or would you keep it private?" I asked with hesitation. I wanted the truth but I was afraid it was the latter option.
"If you wanted me to, I would tell you everything. Keeping it private would feel even more like cheating."
"Would you prefer a stranger? Someone you pick up at a bar or club?"
"No way! I would have to know them if I'm being honest."
"What about Rick or Alex?" I suggested.
"I don't know. I don't think I'd like someone you know or talk to. It just feels weird that you would talk about me afterwards." She hesitantly responded. It was a fair point but I felt so removed from the act itself I started to feel left out.
"No one comes to mind?" I asked.
She hemmed and hawed for a bit like she was putting real thought into it. I mentioned some of her friends, but she shot each one down. Then she mentioned a name that caught me off guard, "Maybe Dr. Medina."
Dr. Medina was a highly respected and prominent head of his department at the hospital. He was an attractive older man in his late 50s, classically tall, dark and handsome. He had black hair with salt and pepper sides, 5' 11" with an average build, but generally fit.
Ever since she started working there 8 months ago, he had taken every opportunity to flirt with her. I never took it too seriously because he was so much older and because she would tell me the stories and laugh about them. It never dawned on me that she was actually turned on by them. I could only imagine the aphrodisiac it must be with someone in power to pursue a young 22 year old girl.
She stayed quiet and then asked, "What are you thinking? Are you upset?"
"Actually I'm not. It is kind of a turn on to know this man is hitting on you. Its even hotter to think you actually like it."
We hung up and I spent the rest of my evening jerking off and replaying our conversation.
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The next time I saw her, I went to pick her up at her parent's house. She was waiting for me outside, wearing a cute red dress and black sandals. I realized she was wearing one of her older sister's more provocative dresses. It wasn't overly sexy, but it was shorter than any of hers and showed a lot of cleavage. This was the most revealing outfit she had ever dared to wear.
I was about to get out of the car to open the door but show stopped me.
"Follow me," is all she said as she jumped in her car. I was intrigued.
I followed her to a series of warehouses nearby. It was night and most of the back alleys were dimly lit. This was one of our 'make-out' spots since we didn't have many places to go.
She parked and waved for me to park in front of her car. We turned off our cars and lights and I waited for further instructions. She came to my passenger door and opened it up. I was stunned.
Suzy stood there completely naked. The darkness shrouded her creamy skin which was highlighted by the car's interior light. She quickly sat in the car and closed the door.
"Wow! Wow! Wow!" is all I could get out.
"I was naked since the first stop light," she said. " I was so aroused driving naked but was terrified someone would see me."
This was a very different side to Suzy, and it was exciting to say the least.
It didn't take long to recline her seat and begin kissing her all over. I didn't know where to start. I concluded my tour of her body with gently sucking on her nipples and rubbing her inner thigh. She was writhing and moaning with pleasure. I didn't know what got into her, but I was going to take advantage of every moment.
I climbed on top of her and she parted her legs. I slid my fingers between the folds of her flesh ... she was wet. Her entire mound of hair was wet. I went to put on a condom, and she stopped me.
"I started my birth control two weeks ago. I want you inside of me."
She was warm and wet. I slowly pushed in and we kissed.
With every stroke, our kissing go more passionate. She pulled away and looking into my eyes said, "I love you so much!"
