(This story is about me and a female co-worker. (Think of Olivia Casta.)
(We've known each other for years. We're good friends. Sure, I had thoughts about fucking her numerous times, but I never acted on it. Until one day...)
(She invites me over to her apartment. Her husband was away for 3 days on a business trip...and her son was off camping with the boy scouts. I help her with stuff around the apartment. We go out and have lunch together. She cooks a fantastic dinner for both of us. I'm drying the dishes as she washes. Her bare arm brushes against mine, and I indistinctly move away. She laughs.)
"You seem awful nervous when I'm close to you, Michael. How come?"
(I swallow a lump in my throat. There was no way to answer her question without embarrassing myself.)
"That's because...I've been wanting to kiss you. For a long time now."
(She blushes and continues washing the dishes. She glances shyly at me.)
"How long have you wanted to kiss me?"
"I'm not sure. Since we started working together, I guess."
"That's been a little over 10 years ago!"
"Yes. I suppose it has."
"Long time to wait for a kiss. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I figured if I did...I'd only mess up our friendship...and I didn't want to do that. I value our friendship, Laura."
"So do I."
(We wash the dishes in awkward silence. I felt like an ass for telling her. I had to try to at least balance the scales.)
"Can I ask you something?"
"Yes?"
"There's been times. When I've noticed you...watching me work. Checking me out...so to speak...why?"
(She blushes and adverts her eyes. She doesn't answer me.)
"You know...I just admitted that I had feelings for you when I said I'd like to kiss you someday. It's kind of unfair that you're not answering my question."
(I turn away and begin putting the dried dishes in the cupboard.)
"I... I was checking out...your bulge." She replies.
(I damn near dropped the plate on the floor.)
"My bulge?"
"Yes."
(I step closer to her. She backs up until her curvy ass was tight against the kitchen countertop. My hand comes up as my fingers gently brush her cheek.)
"Let me make sure I got this straight. You're married?"
"Yes. Have husband."
"And you have a kid?"
"Yes."
"Yet you just admitted to checking out my cock?"
(She blushes.)
"Please...try to understand. I love my husband and my son. Husband respects me. It's just that..."
"Just what?"
"I miss moaning."
"Moaning?"
"Yes. You know. OHHH!"
"Moaning?"
"Yes! You know...during sex? OHHHH!"
(For some reason my brain wasn't connecting. Then it finally woke up.)
"Oh! Moaning. Um...pardon me for asking...but when's the last time you moaned?"
"A little over sixteen years ago."
(I take a step back.)
"All you telling me that you and your husband haven't done it in sixteen years?"
"No. No. Husband and I have sex at least once or twice a month. It's just that...he pulls out now. Before I'm...satisfied."
"Pulls out?"
"Yes. So, I don't get pregnant."
"Aren't you on the pill?"
"No. It is forbidden by our religion. Which is why husband pulls out now. So, I don't get pregnant."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"Promise me something."
"Anything."
"If I let you make love to me now. Promise me you won't come inside me. I'm sorry...but if I get pregnant. Husband will leave me. I'll lose son."
(A picture pops into my head. Of my fingernails digging into her bare ass cheeks as I pumped my load into her. I snap back to reality.)
"I promise."
(She smiles.)
"Well...in that case...about that kiss you wanted..."
(She reaches her hands behind my neck. She pulls my lips against hers. I swear I felt my cock swell. Her lips slowly break from mine. She smiles.)