Summer ends Friday
Her text was a genuine
surprise. She hadn't talked to me privately for almost two years, not since my
innocent "Good Night" text was seen by her husband and all hell broke
loose on her end. Now days it was just occasional hellos as she picked up my
wife to go to the gym.
We had never done anything,
just a few texts, a flirty chat in her driveway, and a picture of her new
bikini from her Outer Banks vacation. His reaction wasn't to my text, but more
about his suspicions of her. She was the prettiest woman at church, athletic,
outdoorsy, just a little flirty, and more than a little bit of a tease. I know
he was insecure, so I backed off and let them manage it at home.
I recognized her type early in
our friendship. I knew that the long eye contact and flirty looks over her
shoulder as she walked away were to feed her ego, not my unholy desires. Nothing
was ever going to happen, she was “all flirt and no fuck”, and so I could play
along, say outrageous things, always knowing that it was just for show. She was
the WWE of flirting. She'd let you jump from the ropes and knock her to the
mat, but everyone knew it was all fake.
Are you ready for school? I responded.
Loading the car was my only
focus. The e-waste drive was at our high school, and I was running late for
their 3:00 closure.
Almost ready. Her text came back too quickly, I
could use some help with a filing cabinet someone donated.
Ahh, here it is, I thought, the
fake "invitation" to see her, like the "good old days" that
weren't as good for me as they were for her self-esteem.
I have a car full of e-waste
that needs to be dropped by 3:00. Can't Kevin help?
Again, her reply was too quick.
Out of town 'til Monday
He bailed on you the 1st
wknd of school?
Trade Show
Trade Show girlfriends?
Maybe, maybe not, IDGAF
Really?
Can you help me or not?
Not until 3:30
Whatever.
That wasn't her typical
send-off, even after a long hiatus.
I'll try.
I stared at my phone and
wondered, but not for too long. My phone then did as most phones do, it rang, I
picked up, told my wife that "Yes, I had remembered the e-waste drive and
I was on my way there."
I hung up, turned off the
ringer, and grabbed my keys.
The line at the drop-off site
was longer than expected and when I got to the front I realized why, the eager
young volunteers were soliciting signatures on another misguided Green Earth
initiative and half the drivers slowed the line by signing and the other half
slowed it down by trying to argue the finer points of electric car battery
disposal with teenagers who just recently learned to smoke pot, and were,
therefore, the least able to handle the conversation.
Still need help?
I texted with shaky fingers,
wondering what would happen.
She didn't respond immediately,
so at least she wasn't hovering over her phone, but I went to get gas, then a
$1 soda at McDonalds, then stopped at the dry cleaners, and realized that I was
slowly drifting toward her neighborhood.
Yes. 8372
Now I was driving on purpose. My
heart kicked up a bit.
I tapped in her gate code and
dropped off the hill to the beautiful riverfront home where I parked, knocked,
and waited.
Come around to the back.
The gate was unlocked, but
sticky, and I made a lot of noise getting in. She rounded the corner, laughing
at the racket and opened her arms for a big hug. As her arms opened, so did the
cover-up she was wearing over a simple black string bikini. She looked fabulous
and my eyes dropped lower than they should have if I wanted to maintain a
veneer of disinterest.
She wrapped her arms around me
and pressed herself against me. I returned the gesture, and we held each other
for too long.
"I'm glad you're
here." she whispered, and then let me go.
She grabbed my hand and led me
to the back of the house. The file cabinet sat drying in the sun, a fresh layer
of paint matched her new school's colors and a bare spot for the logo in the
middle.
"Is it going into Kevin's
truck?"
"Eventually"
"Eventually?" I asked.
"It's not dry yet and I
need to add the logo and clean out some rust from the inside."
"So, it's not ready to
move?"
She smiled, "Not quite
yet."
I turned around and looked at
her. Then sun highlighted her hair and her cover-up was translucent and showed
her slim shaped as a beautiful silhouette.
"Then why am I here?"
My voice was a combination of hope and exasperation.
She shrugged her shoulders and
her cover-up fell to the hot cement.
"It's been almost two
years." I said. "Why now?"
"I missed you."
"And?"
"The opportunity presented
itself."
"And?"
"Kevin's being a
dick."
"And?"
"I'm horny as fuck."
"Ah."
"What happens next?" I
stepped closure to her and pulled lightly on the string that held her bikini
top in place, "Do I strip you down, fuck you hard, and then go home to my
wife, who happens to be your best friend?"
She took a half-step back,
causing the string to pull further.
"I don't know."
I stayed rooted to the ground,
but pulled lightly on the string, feeling it catch in that moment before the
knot releases and her top falls down.
"Do I put on you on that
lounge chair over there and force your legs open and kiss your sun-drenched
thighs until you beg me to eat your pussy through the soaked material of you
suit?" My other hand dropped between her legs and I rubbed her through the
materiel.
She looked at the lounge chair,
paused, then looked back at me. There was the hint of a tear in her voice even
as she sighed at my knuckle’s insistent rub.
"I don't know."
I pulled the string a fraction
of an inch and the knot gave way, but the sweat and suntan lotion kept the thin
fabric on her chest, keeping her covered, but she gave a quick gasp and her
eyes opened wide. Her hands flinched but my stare told her not to move a muscle
without permission.
I stepped closer and put my
hand on her hip, finding the matching strings that held what little fabric, and
illusion, wrapped around her body.
I leaned in and whispered,
"Or" I breathed into her ear as I tugged lightly on the strings, "do
I pull this string, bend you over, and fuck you from behind like I should have
done in your kitchen two years ago?"
Her body shivered, then shook,
and she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. She ground her hip
against my hard cock then shifted our bodies so I could grind my shaft into her
mound. Without pulling away, she pulled on the black strings, stripping away
both top and bottom until I held her, naked, shivering, sweaty, in my arms.
"I want it all." she
said, "I want it all."
Our lips met in the most
ferocious kiss I have ever shared.
"Touch me." she
begged.
My hands went down her back and
I felt the curves of her hips.
"Deeper." I felt her
breasts against my chest, my cock against her body as I took her ass in my
hands and spread it wide, exposing her flesh to the hot summer sun.
"Touch me." she
pleaded.
The tip of my finger touched
the tight pink pucker of her ass and pressed firmly. Not penetrating, not
moving, but pressing firmly as an act of conquest. She was mine.
My hands scooped under her
cheeks, and I lifted her off the pool deck and she wrapped her legs around my
waist. Even through the damp fabric of my poplin shorts, I could feel her
needs, her lips, her wetness.
She broke our kiss and started
to talk but I silenced her with a look. I knew exactly what was going to happen
next. She held on, naked, needy, wet, ready, and I walked her over to the large
outdoor sofa that dominated the space next to the jacuzzi. I bent forward and
laid her on her back and stood over her.
I stripped off my shirt and
unbuckled my shorts.
"Last chance." I
said. I wanted no second thoughts, no excuses, no regrets.
She looked up at me, naked
spread, her labia pink and swollen, shimmering in the sun, shaved skin and tan
lines no one but Kevin was meant to see.
"Fuck me." she said.
So, I did....
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OK, that is the "Wednesday
Wanting" version. Scroll down for the real story.
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Summer ends Friday
I looked at my phone, surprised
to see her name. I blocked the number, deleted the text, and turned my
attention back to the baseball game.
"Who was that?" my
wife asked.
"Just some junk
mail." I said and pulled her to me for a kiss. "Hey, didn't Kate and
Kevin give you the keys to her pool while they were gone?"
"Yes," she looked
suspicious but smiled, "Why?"
I pulled her in and cupped her
left breast in my hand, running my thumb over her nipple. "I thought we
just might go for a swim."
"Will I need a suit?"
she asked.
"Nope"
"Then, let’s go!"
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OK, that didn't happen either,
Here’s the real story.
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Summer ends Friday
I looked at my phone, "OH
shit!" BLOCK BLOCK BLOCK BLOCK annnnnnnnnd delete.
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Have a happy Wednesday.
Hey, if you liked my little
tale, let me know! :-)
