She had asked to meet for dinner one last time, since her longtime boyfriend had suddenly popped the question and she'd surprised herself by saying yes to him. The way things worked out, we had to meet after her work hours and shortly before she headed home to him, so we agreed on fast food (Wendy's) since it was quick and near her job.
She was dressed casually, since it was Friday and her job allowed jeans and t shirts. I admired the way her breasts pushed out firmly against the shirt as I swung the car into the parking lot and stopped to let her get in. She greeted me with a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek as she fastened her seatbelt and I pulled away, headed for the burger joint. She was looking me over as well now, obviously admiring my work outfit (I'd left to come directly here, and my bosses weren't as nice as hers about casual Friday).
We went inside the restaurant, idly chatting about her new beau, and proceeded to have what could be called dinner. I made sure to compliment her several times on her happiness and how beautiful she looked now that she was taken, and she glowed with each comment. She grew more comfortable as time passed, and she felt intimate enough to confess.
"I am going to miss what we have together; there's something about the way we are together sometimes..." She giggled slightly, looking embarrassed.
"Oh?" I felt terribly clever after that slipped out, but tried looking cool and playing it off as a sarcastic question. She smiled and I knew it had worked.
"You know that though," she said, "I just had to say it and get it off my chest."
"So what happens now with us is goodbye."
She looked uncomfortable as she nodded. I looked her in the eye and asked, "You still want me though?"
She nodded again, silent now. I took a moment to study her, the dark hair, full lips and her chest moving slightly as her breath became shallower and slightly (but noticeably) faster.
"I've know you for five years now, and I think I understand you pretty well. You want to be a good fiancée, and eventually a good wife, but you're still physically attracted to me. There's also the bad girl side you've shown me a few times, which makes me wonder..."
She didn't raise her eyes to meet mine as she asked, "Wonder what?"
"If you wouldn't like something to keep on happening between us."
She looked me square in the eye now. "I can't agree to that; my feelings are that I would never betray my husband by sleeping with someone else."
I thought that over a moment and replied, "I hear a but somewhere in there. Unspoken, perhaps, but there."
She blushed now, looking down at her hands. They were tightly gripping each other, as though cuffed together. She remained that way for long moments, then nodded. When she spoke I could barely hear her.
"If I weren't allowed the opportunity to say no, then it wouldn't be cheating, would it?"
In a rush of realization, I knew I'd been set up. We'd played a few games before, and she had loved them each time. I also had been asked to give her a ride to the Wendy's, when she had her car with her and it would have been easier (and better) for her to drive, especially if this was meant to be a platonic goodbye. I couldn't help but smile inside; I decided to take a stern approach for her benefit.
"No, you wouldn't. I think we need to be going now; you need to get home."
She looked somewhat surprised at my suddenly abrupt manner, but she meekly followed me to my car outside and got in. We started back to her workplace, but I took a slightly different route. Having worked and lived a few miles from here for years now, I knew the shortcuts very well.
She looked at me with some apprehension. "Are you mad at me?"
