Davids Strange Encounter Ch 01

David was cursed. No matter how many times he'd been painfully early to a party (waiting sometimes hours before the rest of the people arrived, fashionably late, fashionably tipsy), he always arrived at the exact time he was supposed to. Such was the case on this cold day in January, at precisely seven in the evening, as he knocked on the door of Allison and James's house. He rocked on his heels, watching the cars drive by, waiting for what felt like just a little too long before the door opened and Allison, smiling, invited him inside. As he walked past her and through the door, he noticed that she was breathing heavily.

"How's it going?" David asked, as he and Allison made their way back through the entryway, past the kitchen, and into the living room.

"Pretty good. James had to pick up some groceries for tonight, so he's not here yet. Sorry."

"Oh, no worries, I'm always early. I can come back later if you'd like." David offered this purely out of courtesy but was surprised when he thought he saw Allison sincerely consider it. She told him it was fine, though, and the two sat down on opposite ends of the sectional. A long pause followed before they made eye contact and Allison smiled jovially.

"So," David said, "What have you been up to?"

"Not much," said Allison quickly, "I got home from work and I guess I've just been chilling since then."

"Did you go running?" David knew she was trying to get into better shape. She had put on a few pounds after marrying the plump-would-be-an-understatement James. She was by no means out of shape though, at most putting on what you might call Freshman Fifteen on top of her generally average body. He had picked up from her heavy breathing and the time it took to answer the door that she'd probably just gotten back from running. Luckily he had gotten there after she returned, otherwise he would have been sitting in his car waiting, feeling more idiotic for his gift of arriving on time.

"No. Why?" This answer confused him. He brushed it off though, ignoring the piercing gaze he was receiving.

"How's work going?" Allison looked relieved at the change of subject and seemed to relax. As she leaned back, David had to take a second glance to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Allison was dressed in her normal low-key type of outfit, the kind she wore when there wasn't a lot of people coming over, as was the case tonight. She sported mismatched socks, tight fitting sweatpants, and a shirt she had probably gotten from loot crate. Out of the ordinary for her, though, was the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. This was made plainly obvious by her hard nipples pushing against the cloth of her shirt, almost being put on display by the ray of sunlight shining in from the window behind her. As he looked up, though, he caught eyes with her and looked away.

As his cheeks reddened, he thought he detected the hint of a smirk on the face next to him that was blushing as well.

"You wanna watch How I Met Your Mother before he gets back? I just finished season 3 and--"

"No." Allison said with such force that David nearly jumped. He offered Orange is the New Black, but again Allison declined.

"Well then, what do you want to watch?" David was a little frustrated at this point.

"I don't really want to watch TV. Let's just...talk." She bit her lip as her brow furrowed.

"Okay, what do you want to talk about?" Various emotions were running through David at this point. Frustration, exasperation, concern, and curiosity all made their way into David's head. He was frustrated that Allison was being so difficult. He was exasperated; usually he found himself easy to hold a conversation with, being pretty adaptable, but it seemed like Allison was knocking down every idea he had. He also couldn't help but feel concerned that Allison was hiding something. Maybe she had an issue with David that she needed to resolve, perhaps an issue in her marriage. Most of all, though, David was curious. Circumstances added together with their current conversation. The whole thing reeked of an intimacy that he'd never experienced with her before.

Allison simply stared at him, considering. David could feel sweat collecting on his forehead as he stared at her face, taking cautious glimpses at her breasts, which he knew she noticed. He wondered if it had gotten hotter since he had gotten there. He thought maybe their AC had stopped working. He also was wondering when James would be back with groceries. What were they going to have to eat tonight? Were Allison's nipples getting harder? What beer was James picking up? Hopefully not hard cider.. David hated hard cider. Why was Allison breathing so hard? What did she say?

"What did you say?" David asked, noticing that Allison was now biting her nails.

"I said let's watch TV."

David was taken aback. He thought she had said that she didn't want to watch TV.

She continued, "There's one condition though. You can't judge me. You also can't say anything to anyone else."

"Wha--"

"Promise me." "Okay, I won't say anything." David's curiosity had skyrocketed. He was ripe with anticipation.

"And?"

"Oh, and I won't judge you. What is going on?"

Allison said nothing. Instead, she reached behind her and grabbed the remote to the TV. She looked at it for a few moments, then tossed it unexpectedly at David. A terrible catch, it bounced off of his forearm and landed on the ground. The batteries popped out. Before that had happened, though, the TV had switched on. David had instantly stopped caring about the remote in that instant. Because something else had taken up his train of thought entirely.

On the TV, taking up the whole screen was a huge cock buried balls deep in someone's vagina. The woman's ass took up the top two thirds of the screen and the rest was the man's hairy legs below his balls which were hypothetically below his penis, but David couldn't accurately make that call given that the entirety of it was currently parked in the woman's pussy.

David's head was spinning. At the same time things were clicking together like puzzle pieces. Allison took so long to answer because she was watching porn. Hell, she was probably masturbating to it. That's why she was breathing so heavily. Was she naked when he had knocked? Did she have to find her clothes and just couldn't find her bra? It all was making some sort of sense, even though the situation as a whole was only getting crazier. David might have spent the rest of his life staring at that HD ass and balls if Allison hadn't blocked his view.

"You make a better door than a window." David didn't know where this snarkiness came from. For some reason, he felt like he had broken a formal barrier with Allison and now she was on the same level he was. Whatever level that was.

"Here's the batteries." Her tone was husky and soft. She was standing in front of the light, but even with the shadow on her face, he could see her blushing. She was blushing all the way down her neck and to her chest and her nipples were seemingly about to shoot out of her shirt. Batteries? What did she need batteries for?

David's mind caught up with his body, which had already picked up the remote from the floor. He stood up and was now inches from Allison. This was the closest the two had ever been save the hugs they would share before he or she would leave the other's place after a party. This was different though. In standing up, David and Allison now formed a world. They were the hands of God and before them the moon and the stars were forming. Mountains were forming and oceans were being filled. Adam was naming the animals, and the snake was tempting Eve. An eternity began and ended in that one moment.

Allison took David's hand and lifted it up between them. They were so close that in doing so, Allison had gently grazed David's hand over one of her nipples. Her legs shook as she took the batteries that were in her other hand and gently entered them into the remote. David didn't understand, but for some reason this was the sexiest thing he'd ever experienced. After she had placed the cover on the back of the remote, David's body again took a step ahead without his mind's consent. Piercing the silence like a lightning bolt in a storm, the melody of sounds that erupted from the TV shocked them both, though they never broke their connection. Allison gave David a worried look.

"Change it," She whispered.

"No," He insisted.

This was all she needed. Her left hand reached up and grabbed the back of his neck. David thought she was pulling him in for a kiss, but she interrupted that thought with a moan. He felt the hand on his neck seize him, her nails driving into his skin. He also noticed her other hand. It seemed as though she was rubbing the back of her hand on his cock, but he soon realized that she was rubbing herself, and what he was feeling was the product of that. Their lips were touching and their breath was mixing and David felt like he was drunk until the door opened in the front room.

They gave one last glance to each other and parted. Allison quickly ran into the bedroom while David shut off the TV, making a note to turn off the porn before he did so. When he glanced to where Allison had been going, he saw the door was shut and realized that more than one had just been shut by James's arrival.

"Hey man, can you help me bring some of this in?" James asked as casual as David was tense.

"Sure yeah man totally no worries sounds great let's do this!" David said, shooting out the door past James. He went out to the car, whose hatchback was open and grabbed a couple of paper bags of groceries. He brought them back in and set them on the counter, still in a daze. He began taking things out and setting them in the fridge. He felt a six pack at the bottom of the bag and as he pulled it out, he came to his senses, a frown forming on his face.

James had gotten hard cider.

.....

After putting the groceries in the fridge, James and David sat down on the couch and turned on the TV to play some Call of Duty before everyone else came over (late). Allison hadn't come out of the bedroom and was instead taking a shower. Apparently there weren't a lot of people playing online, so James and David were currently texting on their phones while they waited to get put into a match. David was texting Ryan to hurry his ass up and get over there. David was requesting this because he felt in an odd place hanging out alone with the husband of a woman whose heat he still felt radiating within himself. It was about to get a lot odder.

They found a match and as the countdown to the beginning of the match started, David picked up on the quietest of moans from the direction of the bathroom where Allison was taking a shower. David's cheeks flushed as he glanced over at James. Luckily, he seemed oblivious and was currently enrolled in some trash talk over the headset.. A sigh of relief left David's lips but after two kills and ten deaths he heard another moan, this one much louder. David didn't have to look at James to know that he had heard it that time. The player on the top screen had stopped moving, but to David's relief, he never said anything and soon they were back to losing the match they were currently in. With a record of zero wins, they left the lobby and began searching for another match. In the silence of the new lobby though, Allison moaned louder than she had the whole time. James got up uncomfortably and went into the bedroom.

"Hey...uh...are you alright in there?" James asked.

"I don't know...I think I have a sore, will you come check?"

There was a long pause until David heard what was presumably the bathroom door open. He heard James only as soft mumbles, but Allison was loud and clear.

"No it's on my back. Will you take a look?...Lower...Yes, it really hurts...Lower....You're going to have to spread them, it feels like it's right in the middle....No? Nothing. Oh well, must have been a phantom pain or something...Yes I know what a phantom pain is, I was just joking."

A few mumbles and a door shutting later and James was back. Luckily a match was underway, so David nor James needed to say anything and just continued playing. Eventually after another loss and finally a victory, the shower stopped. David thanked the gods, the old and the new, that the trial was finally finished. Yet again, though, David was far from correct. The bedroom door opened moments later and out walked Allison, wrapped in what David only assumed was the smallest towel she could find that wasn't a rag, her hair dripping wet and dark on her shoulders. She walked in between the men and leaned over to James, kissing him on the lips in a way that should be saved for the bedroom. She was seemingly oblivious to David, who had a lovely view of her still wet legs from where he was sitting. He knew that if he leaned forward just a few inches, he'd have a clear view of what was normally hidden between her legs.

"You're soaking my shirt, Allison." The married couple's laughter brought David back to his senses. There was a sort of tension that broke hearing them laugh together, but as Allison walked away, her musky scent brought a new tension, and there was only one way to relieve that sort of tension. After Allison finally managed to put on some nicer clothes for the evening, she took a seat on the couch next to James. Making a point not to look at her, David got up and went to use the bathroom.

Being in someone else's bathroom was always a taboo experience for David. The bathroom was the most intimate space in any person's house. The things you used a bathroom for were some of the most least discussed aspects of someone's life. So as David walked in he knew that this was the perfect place to perform a taboo act of his own, an act he couldn't share with anyone. He set the lid to the toilet seat down, undid his zipper, and dropped his pants and boxers down to his ankles. As he sat down, he noted the relief of letting his rock hard erection free from its prison. His sizable member jolted whenever he grabbed the base and as he gave it a sensual stroke, he knew he wasn't going to last very long. The stroking intensified as he thought back to the way Allison had looked, the way she felt. He thought about where it would have gone if James hadn't interrupted. Would they be fucking on the very couch he had just been sitting on? Would he be balls deep in Allison just like the porn she was watching? These questions brought David closer and closer to climax as he looked for something to clean himself with.

To his surprise he saw a pair of panties on the floor under the sink. He picked them up and wondered if Allison wasn't wearing any right at that moment. He soon realized the reason that she wasn't wearing them, though. They were soaking wet. Without thinking, David let go of his raging boner and slid the moist panties over it. With this new silky and wet sensation, David no sooner grabbed his cock again before exploding into the panties. He felt like he was cumming for hours and when at last he twitched for the last time, he felt like falling on the floor and going to sleep right there. Instead, he stood up checked himself in the mirror and splashed himself with water.

As he was about to walk out of the bathroom, he looked back at the panties that were once again on the floor. His plan was to leave them just like he had found them, whether she left them there on purpose or not. Thinking about it though, he wondered what would happen if James found them? It was pretty obvious that on top of being soaked in Allison's juices, the panties were now filled with David's cum. It was too big of a risk that James would find them, but what other choice did he have? There was one choice, but it seemed just as dangerous. It was though, David realized, the lesser of two evils.

David walked out of the bathroom to see Allison watching the TV as James was in a match by himself. Allison never liked to play the games much, but got a kick out of watching everyone else. She glanced over to David and looked down. Her eyes widened with fear and surprise.

"You left these in there."

James now looked over to see David holding Allison's wadded up panties in his outstretched hand. Allison quickly got up and grabbed the panties, taking them around the corner to the laundry room. James glared between both of them as the front door opened.

"What's up everybody!" Ryan had arrived, carrying actual beer, accompanied by Emily. The tension was still palpable, and Ryan took note, "What's...up...everybody?"

"David just brought out my wife's underwear which she left in the bathroom." James said in a tone that was impossible to read. Ryan, always the quickest to diffuse tension, made the whole thing a joke, "God dammit, Allison. You need to learn to be a better housewife and pick up after yourself. Don't want your stinky ass underwear laying around everywhere." Even David laughed at that, thankful for the attitude adjustment Ryan always brought. Even more thankful, David noticed that James had at least chuckled. Allison came back into the living room.

"I know, I'm not living up to my duties sir. Please forgive me master." Even more laughs. "Thank you for giving that to me, though, David." Their eyes met. What did she mean by that? The cold beer that Ryan shoved into his hand took precedence of his thoughts quickly, and they all headed to the kitchen to cook dinner.

.....

Later that evening, David thought about how the evening had gone as they sat around talking. While they had been cooking, he couldn't shake the feeling that James had stayed abnormally close to him. David hadn't dared stolen a glance to see if he was staring daggers into him, but he thought he was. He would glance occasionally at Allison, who seemed wholly preoccupied with Ryan. Was it a twinge of jealousy that he was feeling, thinking back on the joking and camaraderie the two had shared cooking dinner? In fact, Ryan and Allison had been the better friends between everybody. David was envious of the casual air Ryan had when it came to approaching women. Allison was no different and it was often joked that if it wasn't for James, Ryan and Allison would have ended up together. As it were, Emily seemed to be stricken by him and everyone knew it.

After dinner they had played some drinking games and as per usual with Ryan and David, they had become rowdy drunk rather quickly and the girls followed suit. James had gone to bed much earlier; he had to drive to a conference for work the next morning and also wasn't a fan of drinking a lot. David couldn't help but think that his face was a little distraught and that the handshake they shared was rather forceful. The drinks that were currently swimming in his system kept him from worrying too much about it, but it had sowed a seed in the back of his mind and he couldn't quite shake it. Now as they were sitting there on the ground, drinking, David was lost in these thoughts. Picking up on this, Ryan suggested they think of a new drinking game.

"I dunno," said Emily, "I'm pretty drunk already."

"Yeah," Allison echoed agreement, "Maybe we could do a game where we don't drink. What do you think, David?"

David heard this all as if from a distance, "Hmm?"

"Let's do truth or dare!" Said Ryan, loudly. Though, everything Ryan said while drunk was loud. "Okay. But let's just do dares, truths are boring and people usually lie anyway." Said Emily, who was right, thought David.

Ryan disagreed, "No they don't."

"Do you have a small penis?" Emily snapped back.

"No!" Said Ryan just as quickly.

"See, people lie." Emily said smoothly. Everyone laughed a while at this.

"I'm not lying though." Ryan was getting defensive.

"Prove it." Said Emily. The room went silent

All eyes were on Ryan. This was an unexpected turn of events. Ryan's face bounced around from serious to amused and everything in between, "Is that a dare?" There was insecurity in his voice.