Chad Browning lay on the couch in the living room, arms crossed behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. For the tenth time today he wondered if Marie would show. The enigmatic woman had emailed him a few days ago and asked what his schedule would be this weekend, and also asked when his roommate Josh would be around. He remembered the conversation well because it had come as such a shock to him.
When the phone rang, he never thought he'd be hearing from the woman he had emailed a few weeks before, and in fact it took him a few seconds to remember who she was.
"I'm Marie, the woman you emailed from the Craigslist ad? You wanted to pursue a fantasy of you and your roommate seducing the new neighbor lady... remember?"
"Oh yeah! Wow, I never heard from you so I thought you'd decided not to pick me... us," he responded.
"Well," she replied, her voice low and seductive, "I'll be honest, I did answer a couple of emails before I decided to call you. I guess the question is, are you still interested?"
"Oh hell yes!", he exclaimed. "Do you want to come over tonight?"
She laughed. "No, not tonight. Tell me when you and your roommate are free this weekend, and then I'll drop by unannounced. It'll make it more fun if you don't know when I'm going to show up."
So he had told her they were free Friday night, Saturday afternoon, and Sunday afternoon. Friday night he and Josh had ordered a pizza and watched porn in the hopes that their doorbell would ring, but it never did. Then earlier today Josh had told Chad he was going to work out and would be back in a few hours.
"But what if Marie shows up?", he asked his roommate.
"Dude, give it up. She's not coming. She's just another one of those people who get their kicks by fucking with people," Josh had responded. "But," he added with a grin, "if she does show up, just keep her occupied until I get back. I won't be gone long."
So Josh had disappeared, leaving Chad alone with his thoughts. He couldn't explain why he was so eager to have this happen. He wasn't a bad looking guy, about 6'2" and 210 pounds with dark brown hair and a decent build. He didn't have any trouble getting dates or even hooking up with chicks in whatever bar he decided to go to on Saturday night, but this was different somehow. Fucking someone's wife, for one thing. And fucking her with your best friend... that just doesn't happen every day.
Chad and Josh had met in college and become friends almost immediately. Both were business majors and shared a number of classes. They'd even dated girls who were friends in college, but none of them had been serious. And they'd never shared a woman before, though they had joked about it. After they graduated they'd both found jobs in the Philadelphia area, and had been sharing their condo for the past three years. Chad had just received a raise at work though, and was thinking about getting a place of his own. If he did that, he wanted to go out with a bang, so to speak. A big male bonding ritual before they separated and inevitably drifted apart.
Chad glanced at his watch. 2:40 p.m. She wasn't showing. This was stupid. He sat up from his prone position on the couch and reached for the remote at the same time the doorbell rang.
He froze for a moment, then forced himself to casually walk to the front door. He opened it to see an attractive woman in her early 30's standing in front of him.
"Can I help you?", he asked.
"Well, I don't need any help," she laughed. "I just moved in upstairs and I thought I'd come introduce myself to my new neighbor. I'm Marie." With that she extended her hand and Chad reached for it, feeling her soft skin beneath his hand.
"I'm Chad," he replied. "It's nice to meet you. Would you like to come in for a beer or something?"
She smiled, and Chad noticed what nice teeth she had. She was actually the total package... about 5'11 with shoulder length dark red hair, hazel eyes, a set of lips that looked like they were made for kissing, and a knockout figure. She wasn't skinny, but she wasn't fat either. Big breasts tapering down to a slender waist, then flaring out again to broad hips. She was wearing a long black broomstick skirt and a tight white t-shirt that clung to her skin.
He realized he'd been staring, and Marie was looking at him with a hint of a smile on her face.
"Take it all in?", she asked light-heartedly, and he grinned sheepishly back at her.
"Sorry," he said. "You're just a beautiful woman and I couldn't help but get a little distracted."
She laughed, then walked inside of his apartment like she owned the place.
"By all means, get distracted. It's not every day I get a compliment like that! But I think I'll take you up on your offer for a beer too, if you don't mind."
She wandered over to the couch in the living room, looking at the artwork on the walls and the relatively tasteful furnishings. Chad crossed the hallway into the living room and shouted at Marie to make herself at home.
"Your place looks too neat to be a bachelor pad. Do you live with anyone?", she asked from the living room.
"Uh, yeah," he responded. "My roommate Josh went to the gym, but he should be back soon. What about you?"
"The usual," she said. "Husband and two kids. He took them to the pool this afternoon. Any excuse to get out of unpacking for a few hours." She said the last sentence not with malice, but with a good natured ribbing towards her absent partner.
"Well," he responded. "You're making your own excuse to get out of unpacking too, aren't you? Having a beer with your handsome downstairs neighbor and all..."
He mentally kicked himself. "Handsome downstairs neighbor?", he thought to himself. "Why did I say that? Jeez, she's gonna think I'm an egomaniac."
But then he felt a hand on the small of his back, felt her fingers gliding up his spine, and felt her breath on his ear as she leaned in close.
"You're right," she cooed. "I am finding my own distraction, and you are my handsome downstairs neighbor. And I'm definitely in the mood to be distracted. The question is, are you ready to distract me?"
He turned around and took her in his arms, feeling her hot breath on his neck. He felt like every nerve ending was on fire right now. He could feel the tips of her breasts just touching his chest, could feel her hands just under his shoulders, could feel her hips swaying against him.