The Ten-Year Wait

(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.)

"Was my kiss worth waiting ten years for?"

"No."

"No?"

"No. I realize now...I should've kissed you a long time ago."

(She smiles. I pull her body tight against mine as we kiss some more. Her hands pull up my t-shirt. I take it off and toss it aside. I slide the straps off her shoulders. Exposing more of her melon breasts.)

(I begin kissing her neck, working my way down to her big breasts. She lifts up her arms. I pull her top off, as her breasts bounce. She removes her bra. She gasps softly as my hands grab her slender waist. My hands slide slowly up her stomach. She moans softly as I squeeze her breasts again and again. She runs her fingers thru my hair as I suck on her nipples. I kiss her belly as I slide her shorts slowly off her fine ass. My hands squeeze her ass cheeks. She rubs her hand over my bulge. I pull my pants down. My cock springs forward. She smiles as she licks her lips. I pull her close to me. She moans as I push into her. She mutters something in Romanian. I look at her. Wondering what she had said.)

"Big American cock!"

(She wraps her arms around my shoulders, pulling her breasts tight against my chest. We kiss again. She pants and moans louder and louder, as I fuck her hard and deep. I squeeze her breasts as we kiss and moan against each other's lips.)

"H...H... harder. M...M... more. Fuck me until I scream!"

(I dig my fingernails into her curvy ass as I increase the pace. She squirms and moans against my ear. She throws her head back and moans loudly.)

"OOHH! OOOHHH! My pussy feels so good."

(Our tongues explore each other's mouths. I loved the feel of her big breasts rubbing against my chest. She closes her eyes as she moans loudly.)

"I'm going to come. I'm going to come!"

(She screams as she comes. Reluctantly...I keep my promise to her. I pull out before I came. We hold one another tight, as we kiss. I leave shortly after. Later that night, Laura lies in bed fingering her clit. Her husband comes home the next evening. He's stopped by their next-door neighbor Mr. Brown. They talk for a while. He comes in and kisses his wife. He carries her to the bedroom. They kiss and fuck for a while...but Laura couldn't get Michael's cock off her mind. Days pass. Laura sees Michael at work...they say hello...but both of them realized their friendship had changed. Overburdened by guilt...Laura tells her husband everything once they get home. To her surprise...he laughs.)

"Oh! My beautiful busty wife! Did you think that I haven't noticed guys hanging around you at work? Did you think I didn't realize that sooner or later you'd give into your desire for cock? Mr. Brown heard your moans and screams of pleasure. He thought it was me fucking you...but we both know it wasn't me, since I wasn't here."

(The two of them continue to talk. Her husband asks for a divorce. Her son calls her a Jezebel and blames everything on her. Sometime later, she's at David's house talking to him.)

"I... I told my husband everything. I'm sorry. I couldn't stand faking stuff anymore when we fucked. The funny part was...he laughed about it."

"Laughed? Not the reaction I imagined."

"Me either. Then...he explained that on his business trip. He fucked another woman."

"Oh...damn."

"He wants a divorce. Son calls me a Jezebel. Blames our divorce on me."

"Even though he cheated on you first?"

"Son...thinks father can do no wrong, in his eyes. Ever."

"That sucks. Want me to try talking to your son?"

"No. He doesn't know you. It will only make things worse."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you."

"I wanted to kiss you too. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Did I make a mistake?"

"The two of us fucking? Yeah. Probably."

"No. Did I make a mistake by marrying wrong man?"

"Huh?"

"Should I have married you instead?"

"Yes and No."

"How can it be both?"

"No. Because if you hadn't married your husband, you probably wouldn't have had son. Yes...because...well...you're an incredible kisser. With an incredible body."

"I'm also...a Jezebel."

"Hey...no. I don't buy that. Look...even if your son hates you. Your husband cannot deny you time with him...any court will agree to that."

"The woman he fucked with...was a fellow co-worker."

"Oh. Damn. That makes it worse."

"Yes. Every time I see her. Constant reminder."

"That's true."

"Let's fuck."

"Excuse me?"

"I want you...to fuck me...and this time...I want you to come inside me."

"What if you get pregnant?"

"Husband wants divorce. Son hates me. I have nothing else to lose."

"You'll never lose me."

(She smiles slightly. The two of us kiss. I slide her straps off her shoulder, exposing her big breasts.)

(We remove each other's clothes. I spread her legs open. I lick her clit. She gasps as I slowly push into her. She moans as I fuck her slow and deep.)

"Oh yes! Fuck me hard." She moans in my ear.

(I quicken the pace as I lick her lips and her neck.)

"OHH! OOOHHH! OH BABY."

(I lift her off the bed and into my lap. She rubs her dark-haired vagina against my cock, as we kiss. She moans as she guides my cock back inside her. She begins riding me cowgirl style. I squeeze her breasts and lick her nipples, as she moans happily. She bounces harder and faster.)

"OH! OHH! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" She pants.

(I lower her back onto the bed, without missing a beat. She wraps her arms and legs around me as I fuck her hard and deep. She kisses my lips. She licks my neck. She moans again and again as my waist slapped rapidly against hers. She scratches at my back.)

"AAHH! AAHH! OH MY GOD! OOOOHHHH!"

(Our bodies shake with numerous orgasms as we both come. She lets out a scream that becomes a whimper, as her legs shake as I pumped my cum into her again and again. I push my cock past her full pouty lips. Her eyes open wide in surprise. I thrust slowly in and out of her mouth until I come again. Cum runs down her chin, as I fill her mouth with cum. She gags on my cock, as she swallows a mouthful. I fuck her breasts, then lay beside her breathing hard.)

"That...was better than I imagined it would be." I pant.

"I've...never sucked a cock before."

"I figured I'd surprise you."

(She smiles slightly.) "You did. Hold me."

(She climbs on top of me. We kiss slowly...passionately. She lays her head on my chest and falls asleep. I awake sometime later. I watch her sleep as she lays beside me. Her eyes open. She smiles.)

"How long have you been watching me sleep?"

"Not sure. Time seems to stop when I'm with you."

"I'm in love with you."

(She quickly covers her mouth, as her cheeks redden.)

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. It's too soon."

"Hey." (I kiss her nose.)"I love you too."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Well...in that case."

(She smiles as she reaches for my cock. The two of us kiss and fuck every weekend.)

(It wasn't easy keeping our hands off of one another at work. Her husband continues fucking the other co-worker. This continues for a month...and I couldn't help but feel that things were going so well...that the shit was about to hit the fan. Damn if I wasn't right. Another month goes by. I had noticed that she seemed upset at work. Whenever I tried asking her what was wrong, she'd shake her head no. Days drag by, I'm at home flipping thru television channels, when there's a knock on my door. I look thru the peep hole and let her in. She pulls me into a tight hug.)

"We need to talk."

"Alright."

(She walks in. I can tell by her eyes that she'd been crying.)

"What's wrong?"

"Husband...has called off divorce. He's broken things off with other woman."

"Oh. So... you're going back to him?"

"Yes. I'm sorry. I have no choice."

"What? Of course you do."

"No. I don't. Son has been very sick. Refuses to eat. Promises to kill himself if husband and I separate."

(I inhale a deep breath. Fuckin' kid!' I think.)

"Oh. Damn. That's not good."

"No. It isn't. So, I came to say goodbye. I'm sorry. I do love you."

"I love you too."

"We can still be friends?"

"Of course."

"Thank you."

(She turns to leave...but I grab her arm. I feel her tremble.)

"Please. Don't make this more difficult for me, Michael."

"Do you love your husband?"

"Yes."

"Same way you love me?"

"Please. Do not ask me to choose. I cannot love both of you."

"So, you're going to stay with someone, who doesn't satisfy you in bed...to make your son happy?"

"Am I supposed to say fuck it and watch him die?"

(I exhale a deep breath. No matter how I answered. It wouldn't change a damn thing.)

"No. I'd probably do the same for my kid."

"I'm sorry. Please do not be angry at me."

"I'm not."

"But...you are hurt and angry. I can see it in your eyes."

"I am... but not at you."

"I have to go. Goodbye Michael."

(She kisses my cheek and turns to leave. I grab her waist and pull her into my arms.)

"No kiss goodbye?"

"Please. Husband is waiting for me. If I am late, he will know we fucked again. Will you really let me go...after just one kiss?"

"Probably not."

(She rests her face against mine. I feel her tears running down her cheeks.)

"It isn't fair. How can two people love one another...but we cannot be together?"

"There's an old saying. Life sucks and then you die. I guess this is one of those times."

(She quickly brushes her lips against mine.)

"Goodbye, Michael."

(She leaves. Now anyone reading this story might wonder why I didn't fight harder to keep her. Well... you see...there are kids all over the world...whose parents stay together just for their kids' sake. Sometimes they get back together...but I felt pretty certain that wasn't going to be the case this time. We see each other at work. She seems happy as can be for a little over a month. I have a one-night stand fling with the co-worker her husband had fucked. She didn't have the body that Laura had, but she fucked like a crazed Asian ferret.)

(I go back to watching Laura's body move. She goes back to watching my cock. More weeks go by. Laura seems unhappy...but none of her co-workers are gossiping much. I come into work one day to hear her and her husband yelling at one another. There may still be a chance for us yet.)

THE END?