“I’m so glad you were able to get out tonight,” my best friend, Leslie, yelled over the roar of the music. “I feel like we haven’t seen each other in ages.”
“Yeah, you’re right. Not since James and I passed out after your super bowl party.” I yelled back.
“I need a smoke, come with me?”
I followed her out to the deck, grateful that the crowd and the music hadn’t reached out here despite it being a sultry August night.
“I’m so sorry we couldn’t make it to James’ father’s funeral,” she continued, “Mine and Adam’s schedules have just been so crazy.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “I know the love is there and you would’ve been there if you could’ve. Life’s been hectic for us too. James is only just finally getting back to himself.”
It wasn’t a complete lie; after John died in March most of my time and energy was spent handling things and being there for James. Truth be told though, I had also been avoiding her since my last dalliance with Adam. Seeing her almost always meant seeing him. I knew it was wrong for a hundred reasons but I also knew I couldn’t stop.
She broke through my musings, “Are you sure you don’t want a drink?”
“No, no I have to go into the office in the morning. It’s best if I don’t drink.”
We continued our conversation while she finished up her cigarette. We were almost ready to return inside when a guy joined us on the patio. Tall, tan, and well muscled, he was the thing wet dreams were made of.
“Good evening, ladies,” he greeted us with a deep resonating voice. “What brings you gorgeous gals out on a beautiful night like this?”
“It’s my birthday.” Leslie piped up.
“Your birthday, eh? Well, may I buy you and your friend a drink, birthday girl?”
“The name is Leslie and this is Marie. She’s not drinking tonight, but you can buy me two drinks,” she giggled flirtatiously.
We followed him back inside to the bar where he got her a margarita. They continued to flirt and chat, moving closer and closer. After the second margarita, she excused herself to the ladies’ room. As hot as this Jason Momoa doppelganger was, I didn’t feel like waiting with him, so I followed her.
“Holy hell, I want to fuck that man,” she announced no sooner than that bathroom door closed behind us. “Please tell me you’ll cover for me tonight?”
“Of course, anything for you.” I replied, maybe a little too quickly. The way I saw it was that if I was doing her husband behind her back, the least I could do was help her get her own side action.
“Great, you’re the best! I’m gonna wait for you out there,” she said, washing up her hands.
After she left I took the opportunity to check my phone. I responded to a text from James asking about my night. “It’s going well, we’re having a lot of fun. It looks like it’ll be a late night. Don’t wait up.”
Then I texted Adam, “Hey, what’s up?”
I finished washing up and exited the bathroom. I was greeted by the sight of Leslie being erotically pinned to the wall and making out with her mystery man. He had one hand at the base of her neck and the other in her shorts, clearly playing with her pussy. I was taken aback and aroused by their blatant apathy to their surroundings.
“It looks like you’re in good hands, is it alright if I take off?” I asked with a laugh.
She made an audible moan and attempted to nod her head without disrupting their game of tongue hockey.
I was walking across the parking lot when I felt my phone buzz. It was a text from Adam. “Hey sexy, I’m surprised to hear from you. What are you doing?”
“I’m walking home. I’ll be going right past, thought maybe I could say hi.”
“All by you’re lonesome? I don’t know, I think maybe I should escort you if you’ll be in the area anyway.”
He knew with my black belt I could take care of myself. It was a ploy to join me. A ploy I counted on him making.
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In six blocks’ time, I was outside of their house; he was waiting on the porch. Between the scene I saw at the bar before I left and the memory of my last visit to this house, I was already starting to moisten. The summer breeze moving the light fabric of my dress across my braless nipples only exacerbated the issue.
“So where is my lovely wife?” he asked with a knowing grin as he descended the porch steps.
“Oh, you know, Leslie is being Leslie. I think sometimes she forgets she’s not a horny twenty-two-year-old sorority sister anymore. I promised I’d cover for her.”
“You’re such a good friend when you’re not banging her husband,” he said with an evil grin.
We started on our walk towards my house.
“But I’m not anymore. Remember, we agreed.”
“I remember that pretty little mouth getting me off and promising me a sweet treat on our next go-round.”
“Shit, I was hoping you were too drunk to remember that part,” I laughed.
“Fat chance, smalls. I could never forget anything about you.”
Things got awkwardly quiet for a minute.
I broke the silence. “You know, I never imagined life would go like this. We were so young when we graduated, going to opposite ends of the country. Breaking up made sense.”
“I know, I know. Life is funny like that. One minute you’re getting ready to marry a smart, successful woman and the next, you’re being introduced to her maid of honor who just happens to be your long-lost high school love.”
“How is it neither of us connected the dots before the day you guys picked me up from the airport?”
“Probably because neither of us bothers with social media so we didn’t see the pictures she would post of each other. And really, what were the odds?” he joked.
We were approaching the park. It meant I was almost home.
“Remember when we would sneak out and meet here?” I asked, making my way to the swing set.
“How can I forget?”
He ran ahead and got on the swing first.
“Hey, no fair!” I protested.
He leaned back with the swing and I stepped between his outstretched legs. Being this close to him made my heart start to race. The tension was palpable.
“You know, with you this close, I am obligated to kiss you.”
My only response was a smirk.
He sucked in a breath. “God you’re so beautiful.” With that statement, he leaned in for a kiss. Every kiss was always like the first time all over again. Every sensation was sharp, electrifying and exhilarating. There we were, making out in the park like it was twenty years ago all over again.
“Why don’t we move this to a darker corner?” I suggested, gesturing to a picnic table fifty yards away hidden in the cover of darkness.
As we made our way over he playfully grabbed at my bubbly ass and lifted my dress.
“Ooo, no panties,” he said gleefully.
“What can I say, I like how naughty it makes me feel.”
I hoisted myself atop the picnic table and we resumed kissing. His hands went from holding my face to my shoulders to caressing my bosom. My ample breasts were aching to be released from the dress. Like he could read my mind, he slid my thin straps off my shoulders and pulled down the top of my dress. The air on my bare chest was thrilling and oh how I did love to be exposed outside like this. I leaned back as he took turns using his mouth to toy with my tits. I don’t know how he would do it but he would get me to near-orgasm just by playing with my nipples. I made a move to reach for his cock and he stopped me.
“Na uh, you promised me a snack this time.”
He kneeled on the ground and lifted my dress. I eagerly lay back and placed my legs over his shoulders. He kissed my inner thighs, making his way upward. The closer he got, the slower he moved and the more impatient I got. I grabbed his hair and pulled him in. He laughed against my cunt. He licked my slit from bottom to top, circled my clit with his tongue, and went back down to my hole and proceeded to tongue fuck me. He was always so expertly skilled at this. He would play with my clit, sucking it aggressively until I was close and then return to tending to the rest of my pussy. He’d place his thumb in me and press firmly against the back vaginal wall, slowly moving it back and forth while he continued suckling away.
He stopped and stood up so I propped myself up. Leaning over me, he asked how I was doing.
Staring at him, seeing my pussy juices glistening on his face, I had no words. I just kissed him hungrily, relishing my sweet and tangy taste on his lips. While kissing, he slipped two fingers into me, found my g-spot and started stroking it vigorously. I broke our mouths’ embrace to lean my head back. A moan of pleasure escaped louder than I meant it to. As he continued to finger me, I felt my body start to tighten as it prepared itself for orgasm. Sensing I was close to the point of no return, he abruptly removed his fingers and dropped back to his knees.
He didn’t waste a second diving back into my honey pot with a renewed vigour. This time there was no edging me; he attacked my cunt like a man on a mission. I felt my orgasm continue to build until the levee broke. It hit me all at once. My body tensed, my back arched, I cried out his name and squirted on his face. He put my clit between his lips, gently moving it back and forth, causing micro shockwaves through my body. I lay there admiring the starry sky as my body twitched and my orgasm ebbed. He put my dress back down, moved to sit on the bench next to where I lay and rested his head on my chest. We sat there for a minute or two, just listening to the night and our hearts beat.
He sat up with a start. “Shit, someone’s pulling into the parking lot. It’s probably the cops.”
I quickly put my chest back into my dress and hopped off the table. We took off towards the wooded area which thankfully led to my backyard. My flip-flops had fallen off during our escapade so I had to run barefoot; I’d have to go back for those in the morning. We reached my fence laughing and out of breath.
“Looks like you might have to take the long way back. They probably got a complaint about some perverts in the park.” I said, continuing to laugh.
“You’re entirely worth it,” he said, instantly getting serious. He grabbed my face and gave me a deep kiss. “I should probably get home so Leslie doesn’t get there first and wonder where I am. Well, if she’s done fucking her new fling yet.”
I just shook my head, not wanting to try to understand the absurdity of it all. “Good night, Adam.”
I pecked his cheek and let myself into my yard. I stood there for a moment and watched him jog away. I was walking up to the house when I realised James’s office light was on.
Fuck. What was he doing up?
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Author’s note: The events and the people in these stories are completely fictitious and made up by me on the spot. Any similarities to other events, people, or stories are completely coincidental.
