we hadn’t met for lunch for several months due to a minor falling out, and i’d missed the easy connected conversation that we’d always shared. today, it was the same. i shared the latest news on my business and travel plans, and she shared news on her house renovation, family, and her upcoming wedding. despite technically still being engaged, i love how she and her partner have always referred to each other as their “wife”. true love and commitment, you know?
conversation turned to our most recent falling out however, and i tried to laugh it off, “it’s like when a boy likes a girl but doesn’t know how to express it. he’ll make fun of her and tease her instead. you know i dig you!”
i continued, jokingly, “and you know that secretly the main reason i like hanging out with you is so that one day i’ll turn you. my secret fantasy is to fuck you, jess.”
did i actually just say that?
fortunately jess picked up on the joke, “oh really! well, if i ever felt inclined to fuck a man again, it would definitely be you!”
“do you want to know how i fantasise about it?” i said, playing along further.
“oh yes, sure! tell me how your diirrty man-mind works, haha.”
i reached across the table and placed my hand to her cheek, my fingers lightly to the side of her neck. “well, i’d start by telling you that you’re beautiful, desirable, and you excite me.” she was taken aback a little, shocked that i touched her, but she did not draw away.
i moved my thumb gently across her face and ran it across her bottom lip, “you know that, don’t you jess? you’re beautiful and desirable, and any man or woman would be lucky to kiss these lips”.
jess tilted her head slightly, shifted in her seat, and smiled. just a little. i continued, and placed my other hand on the inside of her knee.
“we have more than a friendship. we have a connectedness in lust. i feel it. i feel you, and i want you.”
my hand slid a little up her thigh, and she shifted further towards me. her breath sharpened, and she took a confident posture.”
“tell me more,” she insistent. it was almost a demand, but also a plea.
the nature of where we were seated allowed me to tell her more… and show her more. i slid my hand further along her thigh, under her dress, and my fingers felt the heat and wetness that was now oozing onto panties. i leaned closer, looked her in the eyes, and said,
“i can smell your anticipation, and it’s as sweet as your cunt”
with that, her whole posture gave way. her eyes glossed over, and her body was limp. Her legs opened, and my fingers gently brushed her wetness. to her credit, she never broke eye contact. we remained, connected.
she suddenly stood, took my hand in hers, and motioned to the door.
“come with me. come with me, now.”