Note: This is my first attempt at a story so please any constructive critisim is welcome and appreciated. This is intended to be the first in a series so long as people enjoy it enough. Enjoy!
How it All Started:
I know I shouldn't be here. I should not have traveled all this way to see you. We've talked online, sure but this, this is something totally different. I don't have much to lose and it's this intense desire that made me buy the ticket and the hotel room out here. Sure I told everyone I was going on a business trip but really I was coming to see you. Just out of college and already trying to have an affair with you. You were married right out of school a year before me and even that time that you came to visit and we fooled around doesn't compare to what we're about to do.
I'm nervous, shaking with the excitement of seeing you, having you. I pour myself a drink, whiskey, your favorite. I down it quickly. I brought the bottle to share with you but I figure you wouldn't mind if I smelt of whiskey. I start thinking back to your visit to college two years back, how hot it had been, how its been in and out of my mind ever since.
We hadn't seen each other in almost a year. In the meantime you had gotten married and I had simply been enjoying my senior year. I was just happy to be hanging out with you again, tossing back a few drinks. I had no idea how drunk we were getting. You were staying with your former roommate and we spent most of the night talking, until her boyfriend called and we were left alone in her apartment.
That's when the real talking started.
"We totally would have dated if I were single. It would have been great." You had said.
"Probably." I wasn't sure how to answer. Then I started thinking about it. How similar our interests were, and how attractive you were. It was a fair statement, we probably would have dated. "We would have at least fooled around." I managed to say, my drunkenness taking over my better judgment.
"At the very least. God it would be so hot." You lay down on the bed.
"How many women have you been with?"
"Six or so."
"God, I bet you're great." I attributed all of this to the liquor, how drunk you were but the look in your eye told the story. You wanted me but I was too stupid to notice. Deep in the blue of your eyes I can see it now in my memory. We kept drinking. We kept talking about sex. You got drunker and we started talking more and more about how good sex between us would be.
"I'd love to have you touch me. To feel your skin on mine," You said as you got up to go to the bathroom. I thanked God for the moment of solitude. What was I doing, you were married and I wasn't about to cross that line. Was I? There are a few things I didn't think I was capable of.
You retuned with your jeans off and crawled into bed and got under the blankets. You may have been too drunk to notice me. I waited for you to speak and thought at first you had passed out. I was about to get the rest of my beer and start walking back to my apartment that was only a few hundred feet down the road when I heard you breathing deeply. I was worried at first that you were going to be sick but then I noticed the way you were moving. I thought I was imagining it. You couldn't really? But you were. You were touching yourself under the blanket.
I should have left. I should have done the right thing. You had hit a nerve though a fetish of mine. There is nothing I like more than to watch a woman masturbate. The voyeurism, that taboo of it all and you a friend, a married woman turned me on beyond description. I sat back down and watched; maybe you were doing it in your sleep. You kicked off the blankets and I could see for sure what you were doing. Your hand was in your panties fingering yourself furiously. More than that your eyes were open staring right at me. This time I did not fail to notice the desire in that deep blue.
