On Second Thought...

She would do. I had hoped that she would be a little prettier, but not too much so the fact that she was homely would inevitably work in my favor. She was also a tad bit on the slim side - another plus since Curtis preferred women with a bit more meat on their bones. I told him I could grant him this favor in our marriage as long as it benefited me, and in the end, we chose a woman who was bisexual cause I wanted to get mine too.

I chose the location, the Terrenea Resort in Rancho Palos Verdes, overlooking the ocean. I wanted a place where we could relax and debrief calmly about what had happened before we drifted back into our routine.  I stood out on the terrace in a satin corset and stilletos, watching the waves crash against one another, while he sat anxiously on the bed in his boxers finishing his bourbon. After so many years of being together, we didn't need to talk to communicate. I could sense him saying to me, we don't have to do this if you're not comfortable. I turned around and his eyes immediately met mine, and I smiled to reassure him I was fine. Right then, she emerged from the bathroom and announced she was ready, wearing a matching bra and panty set. Nothing special.

I decided it would be best if I took total control, and I felt confident and sexy walking back in from the terrace and watched Curtis center himself on the bed as we both moved toward him. She followed my lead and I moved to the forefront, positioning myself at the front of the bed. I crawled toward him, watching him watch my breasts almost fall out the corset. His dick was already so hard, it was through the hole in his boxers. He started stroking it and I started licking it all over until I could hear in his moans that it was too much. I took it in slowly at first, sucking on just the head, and eventually made my way all the way down the shaft. He groaned louder and pushed my head down as far as I would take it and I could feel her behind me, licking me wet in preparation to take him in. I could feel him getting bigger in my mouth and could tell by his movements he was ready to fuck. I slowly released his dick and he turned me around to enter me from behind. She sat in front of me and from his first stroke, watched him fuck me while she played with herself.

He fucked me with no mercy, harder than ever, that he pushed my face down into the bed to muffle my cries. I lost track of time as he moved my body from position to position on the bed, fucking me continuously. He held me first by my waist, then my ankles, then my hair and made me cum back to back without stopping. He kept saying how good it was, having to pull out a few times to keep himself from climaxing, but when he reached his peak he grabbed my thighs and fucked me so hard from the back again, I knew this was going to be it for him. I watched her watch him react, her mouth slightly open and in awe of his stamina. I felt him cum on my ass, and then pass out right on top of me. She had already been paid and for the little that she had done to put us both to sleep, I figured she'd leave happy at such an easy gig.

I don't know how long I was asleep, but it couldn't have been long since the light in room hadn't change. I looked over and saw her sucking him back to life up against the wall and I decided to watch. I could tell he was tired, but I could also tell his energy was coming back as she gave him head. I sat up just a little bit, and my slight movement caught his eye. We looked right at each other as she finished, and mounted him against the wall.

She rode him up against that wall like I never had, planting her feet tightly against it, with her legs wrapped around him. He tried to control the act, but she had complete and total control, banging her ass against his dick on that wall, and at some points pulling up slowly, the head of his dick still inside her. I saw his tongue flicker the first time she did it, and she did too, because she did it over and over, teasing his dick in a manner I didn't know how. I watched my husband of almost 20 years make fuck faces I'd never seen before while fucking her, and as he reached his climax, he turned her around and put her up against the wall, fucking her harder than he ever fucked me before, her cries twice as loud as mine in the hour before. I watched her face and knew well the ecstasy she was feeling as she clung to him. She pushed him away as hard as she could to keep him from cumming inside of her, but it still landed on her legs and thighs. He stumbled backward to the bed, holding his dick and without coming close to me, passed out for the night.

She smiled at me and made her way into the bathroom to change. I sat up and looked at him asleep, knowing that when he woke up, things would be different between us. When she emerged from the bathroom fully dressed, she thanked me. I just stared at her. This plain Jane who was not only taking my money, but changing the nature of my relationship. I dismissed her with a wave of my hand and she smirked and made her way to the door. "Hey", she called out to me with her hand on the knob and looking at Curtis, "you've got a good one there. Hold on to him." And then she exited out of our lives for what I hoped was forever.

I didn't sleep that night, and not once did Curtis call out for me, missing me in his sleep. When he awoke, he found me on the terrace nursing my third bourbon. He sat down next to me, both of us watching the waves do their thing under a rising sun. For the first time in almost a decade, I couldn't sense anything from him at all, and we sat in silence out there for a long time....

Dr. Brooks

"Hey Dr. Brooks."
"Hey, Ms. Johnson. Are you ready this morning?"
"As ready as one can be for extractions."
"Aw, you'll be fine. You know you're in good hands."
"That cause I'm in your hands."
"That's right."
"I'm still nervous."
"Don't be", he said and patted my knee. He was free to move that hand upward if he chose.
"I can't help it", I said and put on my best "come hither" face. "Isn't there anything you can give me to put me at ease?"
He looked at me quizzically, but I think my meaning registered with him. He kept it professional much to my dismay. "I think the best we could do would be to put you under general anesthesia. That way you would go to sleep. Then you wouldn't feel a thing."
"That could work, but being put to sleep scares me. "
"The only other option is to numb the section from where we're extracting."
"I'd still be awake?"
"Yes."
"Good. Then I can keep my eyes on you. That will calm me down", I said with a smile. He blushed. "But on second thought, I'm too chicken. Put me to sleep."
"You are funny", he said as he started prepping me for surgery.
"Not nearly as funny as I am talented". He raised an eyebrow.
"You did say there was a Mrs. Brooks, right?"
"Yes."
"How long has she been in the picture?"
"Six years."
"Ah. She isn't the first?"
He blushed deeper. "No she isn't the first."
"I bet. How many hearts did you break to find Mrs. Right?"
"Mrs. Brooks you mean. I'm not a heart breaker." His green eyes went soft as he looked at me. Swear his look went out in 95' - tall, light-complected with green eyes - but dammit this man was fine. "And what do you mean 'you bet'? Do I just give off a gigolo vibe?"
"Not at all, but I wouldn't doubt you were a player before you got bit by the monogamy bug."
He chuckled. "I can't argue with you there. Ok, once I administer this anesthesia, you'll be out in about 30 seconds."
"Before you do, give me something to dream about while I'm out for the count. Back in the day, would you have given me a chance?"
He pricked me with the needle, rubbing to arm to alleviate any pain. "Maybe", he said with a sly smile and I drifted off to Wonderland...

Dr. Brooks asked me if the anesthesia was working. I wanted to say yes, but realized my voice didn't work and I couldn't move my lips that were being held open by one of his many dental gadgets. I nodded my head. "Good", he said and pulled out his semi-erect dick. It was huge, and the sight of it brought tears to my eyes. "Just relax", he said and tilted my chair back until my legs were higher than my head. He pulled down up my skirt and pulled down my panties, and disappeared between my thighs. I felt wet, and realized he was washing my pussy with a water spout, all the while stroking me with his fingers. I saw him place his glasses on top of his dental instruments and disappear again underneath my skirt, only this time, I felt his tongue connect with my pussy. He ate me soaking wet and then stood up so I could see his full erection. He was about to go in deep. 


He climbed on top of my chair,  placed my legs around his waist, and entered me. He wasn't halfway in and was already hitting my spot. I felt his dick tickle me deep inside and I wanted to scream, but all I could do was lay back and let him do his thing. He dick was so long that I knew I would have a major bladder infection after this. Every stroke made it worth it. 


He bent my knees back to my chest and pumped harder. I felt him go deeper than any man before him and I wished I had the power of my voice, or at least the ability to close my mouth. It was so dry and I wished that I could swallow. He must've heard my wish because he pulled out, removed the gadget and placed his dick inside my mouth, and choked me. 


Once he hit the back of my throat, saliva came from out of nowhere and I wet his dick as much as I could with my numb lips and tongue. He was fully on top of my now, and I feared the chair would topple over. I held on to his ass, and pushed him deeper inside my mouth until it watered. He pumped himself close to climax and then pulled out again. He kissed me, and brought my seat back to its original position. The anesthesia was wearing off as he climbed off of me, picked me up, and propped me up against the office window. 


He fucked me up against the window with a view of LAX in his eyes. I moaned his name and he squeezed my legs around him tighter. He made me cum multiple times in that window, and by the time he reached his climax, the anesthesia was totally gone, and my body was on fire. He laid me down in my chair and told me to just rest. He had more medicine to give me to make me comfortable...


I rubbed my eyes and looked around the room. It wasn't the same room I was in before, and my mouth was full of gauze. Sitting in the corner with a smile on his face was Dr. Brooks.

"How are you feeling?", he asked, his eyes smiling. I gave him a thumbs up since I couldn't talk.

"You did well during the surgery, and I think you'll recover fine. You will need to take antibiotics for the next seven days and pain pills as you need them." He smiled the entire time and I couldn't take my eyes off of him. "You're ride is on the way and I've already booked your follow-up appointment, ok?" I winked and he blushed. "You know I haven't had a woman make me blush this much in a long time. Back in the day, you would have definitely been a contender", he said and stroked my arm. His eyes twinkled.

I laid back contented cause I knew, like he knew, I had already had him...

Red Lights

I feel like he's got me caught in a web. I can't get out. And just when I get close enough to the edge to reach out, he overpowers me, and pulls me back in.

I think I like being caught.

His birthday fell on a Sunday and he wanted to chill and party quietly, so we headed to Harvelle's in Santa Monica. It's dark, smoke-filled walls and red vinyl decor lent itself to his being incognito. Whenever he was with me, nobody noticed him, or if they did, they assumed he was in chill mode, not wanting to be bothered. We shared a cigarette while the band played. It was eventually anything but quiet in there.

"Are you having fun", I asked.

"Definitely", he responded, looking between the thighs of the burlesque dancer, straddling him. "Are you?"

"Absolutely", I said, watching his eyes appreciate the curves of the dancer in front of him.

The band ended their song and the dancer dismounted, and planted a juicy, visible, cherry red kiss on his lips and planted one on my cheek. We gave her, along with several of her fans, a standing ovation. The band started up again.

"The music is so good", I said, rocking in my seat.

"It is", he replied. and slid beside me in the booth, squeezing my thigh. "You wanna head out after this song?"

"What?"

"I'm down for whatever. I pretty much got the groove and the vibe of the place. We can stay as long as you want or we can leave. I'm ready when you are."

I was slightly taken aback, but I went with it. "So what do you want to do?"

He made the face that I was all too familiar with, and gave my thigh a stronger squeeze. "You know..."

"Come on let's go", I said and grabbed him by the hand. We exited the booth and had to pause at a group of ladies who recognized him and stopped us. I waited while he charmed them and politely declined signing autographs. He did take one big group photo with the ladies before we left the building.

"They are going to super appreciate that, seeing as you were not trying to sign autographs tonight. What's up with that?"

"Because I was trying to get out so we can get to where we're going. Is that a problem?"

"No. I just feel celebrities need to be gracious towards those that help them keep their status."

"That's why I'm walking with you."

I stopped walking and turned to him. "What all do you want from me?"

"I'll take as much as you're willing to give." He was always giving me those responses that didn't answer my question and left me more confused. He knew it perplexed me.

We headed north a block, and then west towards the beach. It was a warm night, with not a single cloud in the sky. It was the type of night that reminded me why I loved LA so much, and why I enjoyed being in his company. He could be with any number of women he wanted, and why he was with me always haunted me. I would tell myself that it didn't matter, and that I should just live in the moment. But my mind refused to stop working.

We got on the beach and he ran forward in the dark, presumably towards the ocean. I was surprised when he stopped at a vacant lifeguard stand, and started climbing up. I walked to the base and looked up. "Come on", he said, reaching out. I ascended the weather beaten ladder, and sat down next to him. "It's a good thing I wore jeans."

"So what are we doing?", he asked.

"What?"

"Are we dating?"

I turned to look at him, and felt my stomach drop. "I've been wondering the same thing, but I wasn't going to ask."

"I'll answer for you. We most definitely are dating."

I smiled, and tried to hide my face, but it was to no avail. "I can feel you cheesing", he said chuckling. "I am too. I'm just not sure if I want to be tied down at this point."

My smile instantly disappeared. "Then, I'm still on the market."

"I know", he said, pulling me closer to him, and keeping his arm around me. "That's what I don't like.

"You'll have to do something about it then."

He nuzzled my cheek and spoke softly in my ear. "Please just say you'll wait for me and let me do what I need to do."

"Yeah right! I won't be waiting alone, know that."

"I'll be ready before you know it."

"That could be five years from now."

I rested my head on his shoulder and we sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the waves crash against the sand. It was a gorgeous night.

"Happy birthday by the way. I don't think I've said that to you all night."

"You hadn't. Where's my gift?"

"What? Isn't being in my presence gift enough?"

"You wish. What you got going on under those jeans."

"Not a gift for you."

"So you say", he said and lifted me up and placed me across him. I straddled at first, then planted my feet firmly on either side of him, leaning forward with my elbows to my knees.

"That's sexy."

"You think?"

"Uh huh", he said, and started to unzip my hoodie. "What's under here?" He peeked in. "Oh!"

"Shut up. Are you this silly with all your other women?"

"No. You're the only one that I'm myself with, and you clearly have no clue how important that is."

"So you say, " I said as I zipped my jacket up. He pulled me closer, and kissed me on the lips. First one peck, then another, and then full mouth and tongue. I could taste salt on his tongue.

"I want you right here."

"So take me", I challenged him.

He unzipped my hoodie again, but this time down to my navel. "I'm cold", I insisted, but he grabbed me underneath the hoodie and pulled me close, covering my mouth with his. We kissed while he ran his hands underneath my shirt - they were so big and warm I wanted to melt. I could feel him stiffen underneath me and I began to grind up against him. I felt him get harder and harder until the head was upright against his stomach. He fumbled with my bra strap, eventually opting to pull it down in front to release my breasts. He cupped them, sucking both nipples simultaneously. It was all I could do to keep grinding on him - I wanted to taste him, but it didn't matter - he had plans of his own.

"Stand up", he ordered.

I stood up and he moved me closer to him until I was directly over him. He pulled my jeans and panties down, and put his middle finger inside of me. He closed his eyes as his finger met my wetness and grunted his approval. He grabbed me by my thighs and gently used his thumbs to pull back the lips of my pussy. He rubbed me dripping wet with his thumbs and then grabbed my ass and put my wet lips to his and licked. And licked. And licked.

I purred and felt my knees buckle, and the wetter I got, the more he licked and then sucked. His sucking made me lose my mind, and I grabbed the back of his head, moaning louder and louder as each second went by. He lifted my right leg to gain better access inside of me and I held on to his head to keep my balance. He licked and sucked me to climax, and damn near put to sleep.

I leaned against the lifeguard stand, feeling my own nectar drip down my thighs and legs and he came behind me, sopping up my juice with his dick. He rubbed himself between my ass cheeks until he was just as wet as I was, and entered me.

He held on to my hips and fucked me, slowly at first and then faster. My screams echoed across the beach in the dark, and I anchored myself against the rail to take him all in. He held on to my ass so tight, I swore he drew blood. I wanted to make him cum.

"Do you love me?", he asked.

"Yes."

"Louder."

"Yes!"

"Tell me you love me!"

"I love you!" I screamed out into the darkness and at that moment I felt him climax inside of me.

I slumped over the rail in exhaustion and he slumped over me, breathing heavy in my ear, and whispered, "I love you, too". We fell back against the lifeguard stand and passed out, and didn't wake until the lights of a patrol car flashed in our faces coming down the beach. Sleepily, we dressed ourselves and quickly climbed down the stand. It was still early morning, and we leaned against each other as we made our way back to the car.

I climbed into the passenger seat, and watched him get in behind the wheel. "You never told me you loved me before", I said.

"Of course I have."

"You haven't."

"Maybe because I show it more than I say it. You know I love you. Before tonight, you'd never said it to me either."

"Because I show it. Often."

"And that's why we are beyond dating."

'What?"

"I want you off the market. I want you to be mine."

"This is post-cum talk."

He looked offended. "You never believe me when I tell you the truth. You'll never trust me".

"That's not true. But a few hours ago you weren't sure."

"I am now", he said as he made a left onto Sepulveda Blvd. We were headed away from his house.

"Where are we going?"

He took a deep breath. "To the airport. I'm going to Paris." The wind was knocked out of me. 

"What? Since when?"

"It's been in the works. I'm going to visit a friend. It's a birthday gift.

Friend. Gift. Another woman.

I sighed as he pulled into LAX and headed to the International Terminal. It was 4:36 am and we pulled up to the empty curb. He popped the trunk, and jumped out and grabbed an already packed duffel and garment bag. I fought the tears that wanted to fall out of my eyes, but I wouldn't let them - he would not see my tears. He came around to the passenger side door, squatted down, and looked at me. I kept my eyes straight ahead.

"When will you return?"

"A week, maybe two. Depends on the weather." He leaned in and kissed my cheek, and then turned my face and kissed my lips. "I love you. I'll always be back." And then he left.

It was 20 minutes before I got behind the wheel of the car and started back to his house. I didn't want to, but couldn't help but imagine the tall, beautiful Parisian that would be meeting him on the other end. I didn't know who it was, but I knew his taste, and imagining the gift she had in store only made me feel worse.

As I headed up La Cienega toward Hollywood Hills, I told myself two weeks was no time at all. Tangled up or not, this was where he was, and where I would be.

What I wouldn't do for the love of him...

Simmer

"You know I had a crush on you in high school."
"You did not."
"I did too. That's what makes this friendship kinda cool."
"Boy, you were with everybody! And not once did you make a move on me?"
He hit me with the lip twist. "Not once?"
"OK maybe once."
"Yeah I remember tasting those..."
"Stop it now!"
"We should have gone further."
"I didn't stop you."
"You didn't encourage me either."
I had to laugh at that. "You know, it's funny. I've thought about that night many times over the years."
"Word? So why'd you try to play like it never happened just now?" he said and laughed.
"I don't know. Just embarrassed I guess."
"Well things worked out the way they were suppose to. We both ended up with great spouses and beautiful children."
"Tru dat."
"You know I'm always here for you right?"
"Yeah, of course. You know I feel the same way."
"I just wanted to be sure you knew."
"I am. It's not something I thought needed to be said. We just know it."
"Yeah."
"So when is she coming back?"
"Night after next."
"And how are you coping?"
"The same way you are. Staying up late, looking at porn, the usual. What time is he getting home?"
"Not sure. Hopefully some time before 11pm, if I'm lucky. He leaves out tomorrow morning for the weekend."
"It's like that every night?"
"At least 4 out of 5 nights a week."
"Damn. We're in the same boat."
"Yep. We could be having this conversation in person."
"I'm saying. What you got going on tomorrow night?"
"More of the same."
"Want to get up for dinner?"
"Absolutely. Dinner and drinks. It's Friday anyway."
"I'm with that. Harold & Belle's?"
"Hmm, how about the Yardhouse at LA Live?"
"Never been there. Is it good?"
"It ain't bad. It's a fun place to people watch. We can sit back and talk shit."
"I'm in. What time?"
"Can you make it there by 6? Try to sneak in some happy hour prices."
"Yeah I'll meet you there."
"OK."
"After dinner, feel free to come by the house and kick it for awhile."
"I might just do that."
"Just bring a set of comfy clothes, so you can relax."
"Is that cool? I mean, would he mind me just lounging around the crib like that?"
"You like family, like my brother."
"I ain't your brother. Can't be."
"Well not literally, but you know. What you mean you can't be?"
"A brother doesn't feel for his sister the way I feel for you."
"What?"
"Look...and don't take this the wrong way...but if we weren't married, tomorrow night's dinner would be a date."
"Boy, please. You're so sweet. I'm really flattered."
"Flatter me by spending tomorrow night with me."
"I...I don't know what to say."
"Say yes."
"Just like that? We've both got too much to lose! Not to mention jeopardizing a long friendship."
"We've got something to build on. An opportunity to comfort each other. I know you get lonely cause I know I do."
"I do, but what about our spouses? They would never forgive us."
"They won't have to. We are clear that we aren't starting a relationship. We aren't falling in love. We are comforting one another."
"Spend the night where? This certainly can't go down in either of our houses. And what about our kids?"
"Can you make arrangements for yours? I know I got grandma set to go with mine."
"I'm scared. This all feels rushed, and we are moving fast."
"Remember how we got all caught up that one night?"
"In high school?"
"Yeah. Somehow I ended up in your bedroom. And your parents were home but somehow we ended up in your bedroom with the door closed. It was late too. They probably thought I'd left."
"I think they did. The house was completely dark and quiet."
"And you and I sat back watching movies. What did we watch that night?"
"CB4. Silly shit"
"Funny shit. Anyway, I remember my hands being on the hunt for your titties. I was going to see them that night."
"Oh shit, you had a plan!"
"Yep and it was well executed. Before I knew it, I was sucking and licking on your nipples with your legs wrapped around my waist. They were so sweet."
"Stop!"
"You were in it too, that's why you over there giggling."
"But then everything got salted on when the hallway light came on."
"Yeah cause then we knew the parents wasn't asleep. Luckily, it was just a bathroom run."
"And I got your ass out that house soon as it felt safe."
"Yeah, you were jittery than a muthafucka after that."
"Hmm."
"So what you say about tomorrow night?"
"I say...I say...I'm in. You'll make all the plans."
"Yeah, I'll take care of it. See you at the Yardhouse at 6."
"OK. Call me if anything changes."
"I'll only call to confirm. Just in case you have a change of heart."
"Thanks. And...yeah, thanks."
"See you tomorrow."
"Good night."

Dinner couldn't have gone better if I'd imagined it first. As always, he kept me in stitches and the bottle of champagne we finished made everything feel at ease and right. After dinner was magical, and I could not tell if it was because I anticipated it or because I was so nervous. Or because I so desperately needed this. Our hotel suite was comfortable, but not lavish - perfect for what we needed. He put me in the shower and scrubbed my body from head to toe. I tried not to notice how big his dick was - I was slightly intimidated. How would my husband not know I slept with another man? Ice, I guess...

I tried to play shy, but he wouldn't let me for too long. We kissed each other passionately in the shower, trying not to slip. Eventually, we found ourselves crouched down on the shower floor, the water raining down on top of our heads. I had to chant to myself It's only comfort, it's only comfort though my heart was trying to convince me this was love. He lifted me on top of him and I was surprised at how strong he was. I gasped as he entered me - I had to stretch to take him in and it took my breath away. He made me ride him, fitting himself deeper inside me the moister I got. It was almost more than I could handle. We climaxed together, and then took our act into the bedroom.

My mind was reeling about our affair as he kissed every single stitch of my body. I hadn't been this attended to for a long time. On our final lap, he gave all of himself to me, for me, and I collapsed from complete ecstasy and exhaustion.

I awakened to the sound of a rolling cart entering the room. He had ordered room service. I smiled, but I felt ashamed of myself, wondering what this man I had known for years must think of me now. I was afraid to make eye contact with him, feeling that his eyes would show me how differently I appeared to him now. He came close to me after he tipped the guy from room service.

"You alright?"

"I guess. Feeling guilty."

He sighed. "I know. I guess how we feel is part of the deal."

"You too?"

"Of course."

"Do you think differently of me?"

"Do you think differently of me?"

I finally looked up at him. We both laughed.

"I guess we would have to."

"Yeah. I can now confirm that you really are a freak!"

I play slapped him. "So now what?"

"Now, let's take it one day at a time. Go back home to our spouses and kids, and do what we've been doing. And when we need each other, we know where to find one another."

"How long can this last?"

"Hopefully not long. Cause then that means we are finally getting some quality time at home."

"That's real."

He leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Shall we break bread?"

"Yes. You wore me out and I need my energy back."

"Yeah I'm surprised you can walk this morning."

"I'm surprised you can do anything this morning."

Sometimes a friend is there for a reason, a season, or a lifetime...

Happy Hour

"Come sit next to me, with your fine ass." He tried not to blush, but best believe he sat that ass right next to me. I took a deep breath. Damn, he had the nerve to smell good too.

"Can I take your drink order please?", the waiter asked. I took the liberty of ordering for us both. I needed him in the right state of mind.

"Two Cadillacs, please."

"On the rocks or blended?"

"Rocks."

"Salt?"

"Yes, please."

"He watched me the entire time, with a slight smile on his face. I winked at him.

"How you know that's what I like to drink?"

"I didn't know. Is that your drink?"

"Never had one."

"That cause you're a young buck. Say hello to a new life experience."

"Yeah ok, I got your young buck and some new life experiences for you."

"Is that right?"

"That's right."

"We'll see. So far, you are all talk, no action." He knew he wasn't ready and the look in his eyes gave that ass away. I would end up springing that dick if he ever got ready, and the aftermath of that is never good.

He got quiet on me after our little exchange and took that drink down like a champ. It got me hyped and I caught the eye of our waiter and ordered another round without him noticing. When the drinks were delivered, he hit me with the side eye. "Damn, you're devious!"

"Just trying to keep the party going."

"You know it's kind of rude that we aren't interacting with the rest of our co-workers. This is how rumors get started."

"Like you give a fuck about a rumor."

"I do", he said as he got up and made his way to the other end of the table. He sat down next to a oafish white woman who already had one margarita too many, and winked. She caught the wink as his sat and immediately started in on him. That's what you get, I mouthed to him seductively and started tee-heeing with my girls, never taking my eyes off of him. He knew I was talking shit, but I'm pretty sure he was enjoying it. I decided to break my gaze and enjoy some work gossip, but I couldn't help but glance back in his direction every now and again. He was actually looking cozy next to ol girl, but I wasn't bothered. I knew exactly how to get him where I wanted him.

One by one, our co-workers began to take their leave. It was the Friday before spring break and we were all anxious to get to our vacation time. I decided to make my move, just when he looked like he was completely enamored with the drunk chick. I gathered my handbag and keys, making sure they jingled enough to be heard. "Alright you guys. Have a great break!" My eyes didn't linger on him a second longer than anyone else, and I made a swift exit to the door.

I hadn't taken two steps out the front door when my cell phone went off. I had a new text message, from him of course. Wait for me in the parking lot. Pretty please? With brown sugar on top? I'm cum, I mean I'm coming out now. I had to laugh - dude was fine, but his game was college level. He needed to realize he was fucking with a pro.

I hadn't given a thought to waiting on him and was backing out of my parking space when he came running into the lot. "Hey, hey! You didn't get my text?", he asked as he opened the passenger side door and slid in beside me. Good God, I'd have to get over his looks. But I didn't flinch.

"I got it, but brown sugar isn't enough to put me on pause."

"Is that right?"

"So what's up? You have me blocking the entire parking lot."

"So pull back in your space."

"Why?"

"I asked nicely."

"Not enough."

"Please?", he asked, reaching out and squeezing my thigh, flashing that smile that is fucking hard to resist. I faux sighed and pulled back into the slot. "What's up?"
"Let's be real. There's an obvious attraction between us and I'm trying to act on it. When are we gonna kick it?"
"Kick it? What about your girl?"
"That's done. It's over."
"So what am I, a rebound fuck?"
"You don't have to be."
"What would I be? What are you offering me?"
"Let's just kick it and see where things go. Unless your man has an issue with that."
"What? He's not even my man. You're over here bullshitting anyway. All talk, no action."
"Woman, please. I'm trying to hook you up with this", he said and pulled out his dick, already erect and ready for business. I started salivating, but I caught myself. That mug was as pretty as he was.
"So you want me to fuck me right here in the parking lot?" He looked around and smiled. "Ain't nobody around and you got tinted windows."
"Dude, you can't be serious. I'm not that type of chick."
"Well give him a little kiss."
"Get the fuck outta here. You just played yourself with that request", I said and started my engine. He looked at me grinning, still holding that stiffy, and I played pissed. "I'm so serious, that's insulting. You must think very little of me to go there." His smile slowly faded and he put his package away and started to get out of the car.
"You're a fucking tease."
"No I was actually down until you got all juvenile on me."
"Have a good break."
"You too. Make sure to use Vaseline so your hands don't rub raw", I said and pulled out the spot. As I drove out the lot, I heard my phone go off again. Let's start again cause I didn't mean to insult you. You wanna come kick it tonight. I smiled to myself as I texted him back. Not tonight, but I'll call you over break.

Young buck. We'll see if he is ready for a higher education.

After School Activities

"From this moment on, it will be your job to carry her around school", Pam joked as she walked away, pointing to my sprained toe. But I knew that was to throw us off the scent.

We looked at each other.

"She fucking knows!" His face was turning purple. "And I don't believe that she wouldn't tell other people."

"She might." I didn't know how to play this. I wasn't worried about her snitching. I think she actually enjoyed being in on the secret. I, personally wouldn't tell her a damn thing - but I needed to calm this fool down. "Who would believe her?"

"Who wouldn't?"

He was right. Was our affair about to be on blast at work?

It was bad enough we took chances fucking in our classrooms after work. It was only by luck that we hadn't been caught flat out by the janitorial staff. We'd had some serious close calls throughout the years and had gotten real savvy with it. But then things took a turn for the worse last week.

Olin came to room after work trying to explain why we needed to rekindle our "friendship". I wasn't feeling him at first, but slowly, I allowed the charm that always caught me up to get to me. Next thing I knew, I had him straddled in my chair, going for broke. And next thing we both knew, we heard keys in my classroom door.

I couldn't get up fast enough, but it was too late. The counselor, Ann, had already caught a glimpse of our positioning. Not to mention the undies dangling off of my left leg.

"Uh..uh...oh wow...I'll come back later", she stuttered and backed out the door like she had seen a ghost. I looked down at Olin - the moment was gone. We composed ourselves all the while he whispered expletives, and high-tailed it out of the room to see how quickly the story spread.

Ann was back in her office, at her desk looking as if nothing had happened. Her office mate, Pam, was also seemingly deep into something on the screen of her laptop. Neither of them flinched as we came in the office. I broke the silence.

"Ann, did you need to see me about something?"

"Oh yes, just please make sure your students sign in for tutoring this week. Last week we had several we couldn't account for."

"Not a problem."

"Thanks."

I looked over at Pam. Still no movement. It was enough to make me walk behind her to see what she was looking at, but I was more interested in getting out of there. Olin backed up so I could close the door. We stood there for a minute, but didn't hear any conversation start between them.

"Come on, let's go", he said and pulled me toward his class across the hall. We would not have gotten caught there since no after school activities took place in his room. I was so pissed, I was steaming.

"You know what? This entire situation would not be a problem if you weren't such a fucking liar and a cheat!"

"What?"

"Yes, I said it! I'm tired of being your fucking work wife, while you go home to the woman you're really married to."

"That's not fair."

"No, what's not fair is me being your scapegoat for an unhappy marriage all the time. And you know what? I'm the dumb one for constantly coming back. I'm out." I'm stormed out of his room before I could hear his response and booked it back to my classroom before tears came streaming down my face. I quickly packed up my belongings, gave the tutor a heads up about sign in and headed to the parking lot.

Of course, he was waiting for me.

"Baby, I'm sorry."

"So not your baby."

"OK fine. Clair, I'm sorry and you're right. It's not fair. It's just that I can't get you out of my system. When I'm with you nothing else compares." I rolled my eyes at this fool. Was he serious?

"What about wifey?"

"I've known her my entire life and I won't front, she is my best friend and I love her to death. But you are so much more than that. You're my friend and my lover. My support system. The only person who can put me at ease after a hard day. Shit, only we know what it's like to be at this school this long. And you can't say our friendship hasn't pulled you through some rough days. "

He had me there. Only educators can understand the world of educators, and at a school like ours, rough days were a part of the bargain. I looked into his eyes and tried to fight back a smile. I lost.

"You get on my fucking nerves. Call me tonight", I said and I headed to my car.

"I'm calling you now," he said and picked up his cell phone. I answered after I was in the car.

"What?"

"Shall I follow you to our spot?" I sighed. This shit was nauseating.

"Sure. Fine. See you in ten." I pulled out the lot and headed down Figueroa towards the Bonaventure. I was looking forward to watching the sunset from from the balcony of 1203.

Computer Love

"Let me read your emails."

"No!"

"Come on! Why not? If you love me, you'd let me read your emails."

"Let me read yours."

He grinned in the way that always made me smile and pulled out his Blackberry, as if he was going to hand it over. "I'll show you a message, for a message", he said, leaning towards me to get a better look at the computer. I moved further away. "I don't think so."

"Why not?"

"Cause I have too many emails talking about you." I could feel the smile spreading across my face. I looked over. His face was broken.

"I'm just playing Sonny", I said, as I reached over and caressed his cheek. He seemed to ease up a bit, but I don't know how much he believed me. He alleviated my fears immediately.

"I don't believe you. I want to see for myself."

"Sonny, come on..."

"No, you put it out there."

"In jest!"

"Truth hides in jest."

I slammed the laptop shut. "What would I need to do to get you to believe me?", I said and I laid back on the couch. My hope was that my eyes would convey all that I was feeling.

He got the message.

The smile on his face instantly aroused me and he pinched my nipple, seeing as it was poking through my t-shirt. I groaned at the feeling of his fingertips on me, and I wanted him to devour me. He obliged, by sucking the nipple he pinched through my shirt, and his hands made their way underneath so he could taste the real deal. He pulled my shirt over my head and looked down as my breasts stood at attention. My nipples were so hard, they peeked out over the top of my bra. His tongue flickered across one while he caressed the other, and his free hand found its way into my sweats and he felt around until he found what he was looking for. As soon as he found it, my back arched, pushing me closer to him, and my lips and tongue sought out his.

As we kissed, we undressed each other, our clothes falling to the floor and behind the couch, taking the computer with them. I felt him cup my ass and lift me off the couch towards him, and as he entered me and curved, he tickled that spot that only he could reach. With each thrust of his body on mine, he knew it was only a matter of minutes before I would give him my Gmail password. At this rate, he could ask for my ATM code, and it be his.

He made me cum once, and then again, and as always I was in awe of his stamina. After he came, I sat him upright and mounted him, brushing both of my nipples against his lips. He instinctively sucked them, still cupping my ass and catching the thrust of my hips and I rode him stiff again. He felt too good inside of me, and I came quicker than I wanted to.

We laid there for a bit in post-coital bliss, until the sound of his Blackberry went off. I leaned over and picked it up, along with my computer that lay upside down, looking sad and forlorn. I handed it to him, and flipped the top up to where my Gmail page slowly came into focus. I kept his Blackberry in hand.

"So, who's going first?"