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Friendzone Fix: Part 2
Friendzone Fix: Part 2.
Blame the biological clock, or a burst of courage..
Based on a post by cilma
rae. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Chris Benbury and Jennifer Sanders continue to tell the tale
of how their friendship took decades to transform into a life connection. We're
going to let them finish telling just how it happened.
"Chris," she whispered
against my lips and then turned her head before leading us into a deeper kiss.
Our tongues mingled while our hands roamed. She turned her body and pressed it
to me as if she was trying to become part of me.
"Come with me," I
requested and reached for her hand. She shook her head and pointed down at the
ground.
"Now. Right here," she
answered back. "I need you."
"Hold; hold that
thought," I advised and held up a finger to show her it would only be a
second. I ran into the living room to get a blanket and flew back into the
kitchen because I was no fool. I needed this too. "Here's awesome, but the
floor is cold," I explained. I dropped the blanket and then scooped Jenn
up off her feet. Her squeal only made me want this more. We kissed and pressed
into each other like we couldn't get enough. In that moment, I know I certainly
couldn't.
I tore off my shirt and watched
in amazement as she did the same with her own. No bra; just gorgeous tits I'd
basically only envisioned and dreamed about more than I cared to admit. I saw
her reach over to collect the condoms off the counter before she tossed them
onto the blanket as she knelt down onto it.
"Join me," she
requested and reached for her panties to slide them down. I went ahead and lost
my shorts and briefs before descending to the floor myself. The moment I felt
her naked body against mine, I knew we were moments from something I had only
ever dreamed possible.
"Is this happening?" I
asked quietly as I slid my hand down her back and over her fine, fine
ass. This woman had the best ass.
"You're gonna find out real
soon," Jenn assured me and slid her leg up mine. "At least I hope you
will," she added.
I hurried to put the protection
on and moaned as she licked a particularly sensitive area on my neck.
"Good Lord, woman," I warned and growled as I set myself up to
enter her.
"Yes," she hissed and
placed her heels on my butt. "Now, Chris. I need you now," she
pleaded. I didn't need to be told twice, so I made sure I was lined up and
began my approach.
Yes, it had been a while (a long
while) since I'd had sex. I hadn't heard Jenn mention anyone she'd dated for
longer than a week or two in over a year. I couldn't imagine that she'd had any
activity in recent history either. The moan she let out when I was fully inside
her told me I was exactly what she needed at that moment though. I think my own
noise told her the same.
"Chris, yes," she
hissed and ran her fingernails along my back. "Why did it take so long for
us to do this?" she asked.
"No idea," I answered
with what little brain activity I could muster since most of the blood in my
entire body seemed to be inside my cock at the moment. "I'm; Jenn, I'm not
gonna last," I confessed.
"I'm already close,"
she responded. "You feel so good. You feel so; gosh, Chris. It's so
good," she repeated.
"If I promise to last
longer next time;"
"Go ahead," Jenn
breathed. "Just keep going," she begged. "I'm; gonna; oh!"
she cried out and contracted all around my shaft until I couldn't take it
anymore. I thrust into her and came hard.
"Chris," Jenn
whispered after a minute. I wasn't seeing stars any longer, so that was good. I
turned to face her and kissed her shoulder. "Hmm, would you kiss me?"
Like she had to ask. I cupped her face with one hand as the other held me up
and kissed her with so much emotion, I thought for sure that I was going to
shed a tear myself. It was as I pulled away from her that I realized I was
still inside her.
"Oh, uh;" I stuttered.
"Let me get rid of this," I suggested and took care of the minor mess
before I headed into the living room to collect another blanket to cover us
with. I knew we wouldn't be staying in the kitchen, but for that short period
of time, we were going to stick around until we decided what to do next.
I laid down next to her, and
what surprised me was that she snuggled right into my side like she belonged
there. I wrapped my arm around her and kissed her temple. She turned to look up
at me and kissed my chin. I leaned down and kissed her lips until we ended up
making out. It was all so; natural.
"I have a confession to
make," she admitted as she ran her finger over my chest.
"Oh?"
"I bought them when I
picked up your prescriptions," she confessed and pointed to the box.
"I had a feeling from the moment we held hands. I; I didn't realize there
could be;"
I inhaled deeply and turned to
lie on my side and placed my head on my hand with my elbow holding it up.
"If we're giving confessions, I have one as well."
"Go ahead," Jenn
invited and smiled as she let her fingertips glide along my side up to my neck.
"I've had a crush on you
since high school, Jenn," I admitted and watched her face.
"Really? Why didn't you say
anything?" Jenn tilted her head. "So, all this time, you've;"
"Oh, well, yeah, I mean; if
you'd have shown any interest in me throughout these years, I would have
totally gone for it, but I value your friendship more than anything, and I was
afraid you might not appreciate hearing that I liked you as more than a friend,
so I just tucked it away."
"But; in high school? Why
didn't you say something?"
"Well, remember our junior
year? I almost asked you to go to Homecoming with me, but you announced in
homeroom that Ronnie had asked you, so I decided to let you have your fun. I
thought it was best that I just maintained being your friend. If there was ever
a dance you didn't have a date to, I was willing to offer to take you, but that
never happened."
"Oh, Chris," she
reacted and cupped my face. "I'm sorry. I had an awful time with Ronnie,
if that makes you feel any better."
"No, of course it
doesn't," I responded automatically. Then I smiled. "Well, maybe a
little," I admitted thoughtfully and then laughed when she did. "Why
was it awful?"
"Well, there's a hot chance
the guys who took me to the dances thought I was up for more than just a
PG-rated good time, but inevitably, they made a move I didn't appreciate or
reciprocate, so it ended on a slightly sour note. In most cases, especially at
our senior retreat right before graduation, the guy who took me and made a move
came up and apologized. It didn't hurt that the example of 'making right some
wrongs in life' was given when it came around to the deeper part of the
retreat. And that one person mentioned dances certainly helped my case. I
believe a lot of girls were given apologies on that weekend, at least from what
I heard."
"I've always wanted to
dance with you," I admitted without realizing I was speaking out loud.
"Why can't we?"
"What?" I asked.
"Go and get your
phone," she requested. "Let's dance right here. Right where we
officially began. Let's have that dance, Chris."
I wasn't sure why it didn't seem
crazier to me, but I did as she'd suggested. We both got up at the same time,
and when I got back, she was wrapped in the blanket from the floor. I had
wrapped the blanket around my waist, so we were both basically covered. And as
if we were in high school, she raised her arms up and put them on my shoulders
as I held her waist.
"Now I; I wanna fall in
love;" sang Chris Isaak. It was just as if we were at a high school dance,
though I'm sure we'd have been dressed differently. I smiled down at her
and leaned in as she put her hands up into my hair. We kissed as we rocked and
swayed on the kitchen floor. When the song ended, she nodded as if she knew
what I was thinking.
We shut off the television
(which had been lighting our way throughout our interactions since she'd come
down to the kitchen) and headed upstairs still wrapped in our blankets. I was
about to ask about the box, but she held them up and laughed as I picked her up
and proceeded to prepare her for round two.
Jenn
I woke up wrapped up in Chris' arms and smiled. I was naked.
I was spent. I was happy. For the past few days, I had found myself
wanting so much more than just friendship with Chris, and last night, when he
suggested that I go take a bath and relax, well, I did just that. I took a
shower first to shave my legs before filling up the tub and relaxing. The more
I laid there, the more I wanted; more. And it wasn't just to have sex and
"get some," as many would call it. I wanted Chris.
I had laid in bed after our movie date and tried to get
comfortable, but the more I thought about it, the less restful I became. And
then I remembered that I had purchased the condoms and stuck them up in a
cupboard assuming Chris wouldn't see them since I was doing most of the cooking
anyway. To put them up there, though, I'd had to stand on my tippy toes to do
it. And it was while I was attempting to reach for them the night before that I
remembered I had been wearing my shoes which happened to have a bigger sole on
them which meant I could have reached it just a tiny bit better than had I been
barefoot.
I smiled to myself as I remembered feeling Chris' body
pressed up to mine from behind. What a kitchen encounter indeed. I hadn't
realized that he would have been awake. What I had planned to do was grab the
box, walk over to check on Chris, wake him with a kiss on the forehead, and
hope that it would progress from there. What happened was so much
better.
Chris stirred behind me, so I turned my face to kiss his
cheek before I carefully got up to go and take a shower. Before I could even
get out after I was done, Chris had stepped into the tub to join me. I laughed,
kissed him heartily, and got out so he could take a shower by himself. We'd
never get out if we were to have stayed in there together.
We went down to the kitchen wearing just towels. I think we
both knew what was bound to happen. I started working on the casserole I'd been
planning, and Chris started up the coffeemaker. Since the casserole would take
45 minutes to cook, we had time. Next thing I knew, I was on the kitchen
counter being given the most delicious serving of oral sex I'd ever had. He
could work that tongue like he knew my every nerve ending.
To reward him, you know, since we still had time, and once I
had gotten my bearings back, I slid down to the floor and showed him my own
talents in the oral department. From the reaction he gave, I suppose I did a
rather good job. At least that's what he muttered in his many comments as he
regained his own stability again.
"Well, that was an excellent appetizer before
breakfast, I must say," I noted as I poured the creamer into my coffee. I
handed him his dark, "unflavored" savory serving of wake-up juice and
winked at him. He just smiled and put the mug to his lips to take his first
sip.
We talked, held hands, ate, and did the dishes before he led
me upstairs where we make love again. Since we had just had another release (each),
we went ahead and showered together, got dressed, went for a walk, came back,
ate lunch, and then sat on couch to watch a little TV. One look was all it
took, and we were at it like teenagers. Our clothes were thrown everywhere, and
we did it right there on the couch. We fell asleep all wrapped up in each other
covered by a fresh blanket we'd thrown onto the sofa.
After our nap, I managed to get up without waking Chris and
headed for the bathroom with my clothes. I did my business and got dressed so that
I could start dinner.
While I was making dinner, Chris flirted endlessly with me.
We continued to tease, fondle, play, and (finally) eat. As soon as dinner was
done, I began washing the dishes. Alas, the games were not done. Chris took off
his shirt, and then he helped me out of my shorts. He then took off his own
shorts. I raised my arms to help him take my shirt off and went back to washing
the pans. I was almost done.
It was when he lost his briefs that I got unruly. I couldn't
work fast enough. He unfastened my bra as I let the water out of the sink. I
pushed him back against the large, empty counter and then slid off my panties
as he climbed onto it (as instructed) before I joined him and climbed onto him
to give us both a ride we'd always remember. We laid there on the counter
afterwards giggling. I told him I was surprised he hadn't tried to do me from
behind while I was doing the dishes.
"What? Would I do that?" Chris asked me. Enough
time had passed that we were apparently feeling the desire yet again to have
another round, especially one as hot and exciting as the new one I'd suggested.
Even while he was asking the words of such feigned innocence, I had gotten down
and assumed the suggested position while he prepared himself, and healthy orgasms
were had, once again, by both of us.
We went into the living room to watch a movie, though most
of it went unnoticed since we were busy making out and fondling one another
amongst giggles and small talk. We turned off the TV as soon as the movie was
over, headed upstairs, and made our way to bed. We slept very well that night.
The next day was my final day of staying with Chris. I took
a shower and packed my things knowing the plan was for me to leave after
dinner. He wasn't bringing it up even as I packed my things, so I decided to
stay quiet about it also. I had no idea what the plan was moving forward, but I
enjoyed everything so far, and I assumed we'd eventually get to the discussion
about our relationship.
We had a nice, though simple, breakfast, went on our walk,
talked about the weather and something we'd seen on the internet news, and sat
down in the living room with our water bottles to relax. Just as I was about to
turn and ask him about our future, he leaned in and kissed me. Halfway through
our make out session, he pointed down at the floor. Before I could ask about
the coffee table, he simply put his foot on it to slide it away. It was so hot.
I had no idea that simple gesture would affect me the way it did. We both shed
our clothes without words, I assumed my position, and more hot sex was had.
After each time we made love, Chris always took the time to
touch and kiss me like I was a treasure. There was such a familiarity between
us from all the years of being friends, but the fact that he'd always had
deeper feelings for me really played a part in how he held me. I felt rather
stupid having not ever picked up on the crush he had on me. He admitted that he
hid it well, particularly because our friendship meant more. I just hoped that,
moving forward, it wouldn't be an issue. We were still friends, pretty much
best friends, but so much more. And I wanted that. I wanted him. And I wanted
our future to be together. I just needed to tell him that so that we were on
the same page.
We cleaned up and had lunch together. He fell asleep on the
couch, so I used the time to arrange plans for my brother to pick up Chris'
rental vehicle, bring it to the house after we had dinner together, and then
Luke would drive me back to my house in my car.
Chris woke up and walked over to the bathroom before making
his way into the kitchen to find me. I was busy stirring the meat on the stove,
but that didn't stop him from standing right up to rest against me and slide
his hands up my shirt to hold my tits. I laughed a little, but sighed, rested
my head against his chest, and turned to look up at him. He bent slowly and
placed his lips on mine. I blindly set the spoon down on the stovetop and
turned to face him so that I could properly kiss my man.
As we were sitting at the dinner table, the mood was
slightly sad, but neither of us was saying anything about it. Finally, he spoke
up.
"Jenn, I meant to tell you," he noted as he set
his napkin down on the side of his plate. "Um, yesterday while I was
looking at my emails, I read one from my boss. Turns out there's an opening for
a position that he's recommending me for to his boss. He thinks I'd be a
good fit.
"That's great!" I responded and nodded.
"You've been wanting this for a while," I added to show him that I
really did pay attention to him when he spoke of his job.
"So, once I get it, I'll have to report to the office
in Denver."
"Denver? Oh, so they'd be good with you working
remotely? Like, how often would you have to check in or go visit there?"
"Oh, uh; No, Jenn," Chris clarified and shook his
head. "I'll be moving there. My new territory will be in Colorado, so I'll
have to live there. Sorry," he added quickly. "I guess I should have
explained that better. Anyway, when I put my house up for sale, you can do that
too, you know? We can start a new life there together."
"Colorado? Chris, I can't just drop everything and move
to another state!"
"Yeah, but you run your own business," Chris
argued. "You can just start anew in;"
"Start anew in a place where I know no one?"
I questioned and added emphasis on the final words. Sure, I could network like
a champ, but I'd lived in my city my whole life, and this wasn't anywhere close
to any place I'd been before. I didn't know anyone in Colorado! "I don't
understand. I can't just up and leave my business. My books are full for the
next 6 months! I can't;"
I stopped talking when the doorbell rang. Oh, my gosh, what
was happening? Chris got up to answer the door, so I took our dishes to the
sink to wash them quickly. It was important that I left his house the way I
found it. As I ran the sponge over the plates, I began to cry. This was not how
I thought our final meal would turn out. He was leaving? And he just expected
to snap his fingers, and I'd just leave everything behind? How? Why?
"How are you feeling, bud?" Luke was asking as the
two men walked into the kitchen. I had just finished wiping down the table and
counters, so I hung the towel and made my way upstairs to get my bag and
things. I looked around and shook my head. Was this really over?
As Luke shook Chris' hand, I made eye contact with Luke and
nodded. We too had an ability to communicate without speaking. He'd wait in the
car while I said my goodbyes. Luke took my stuff and headed outside.
"I'm glad we had this week together," I shared and
nodded. "I wish you the best of luck. You'll have to let me know when you
get the offer and stuff. Thank God for text messages and Facebook, right?"
I tried to laugh but my traitor of a quivering lip gave things away.
"Jenn, wait," Chris begged. "We can't end
like this," he not
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Friendzone Fix: Part 2.
Blame the biological clock, or a burst of courage..
Based on a post by cilma
rae. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Chris Benbury and Jennifer Sanders continue to tell the tale
of how their friendship took decades to transform into a life connection. We're
going to let them finish telling just how it happened.
"Chris," she whispered
against my lips and then turned her head before leading us into a deeper kiss.
Our tongues mingled while our hands roamed. She turned her body and pressed it
to me as if she was trying to become part of me.
"Come with me," I
requested and reached for her hand. She shook her head and pointed down at the
ground.
"Now. Right here," she
answered back. "I need you."
"Hold; hold that
thought," I advised and held up a finger to show her it would only be a
second. I ran into the living room to get a blanket and flew back into the
kitchen because I was no fool. I needed this too. "Here's awesome, but the
floor is cold," I explained. I dropped the blanket and then scooped Jenn
up off her feet. Her squeal only made me want this more. We kissed and pressed
into each other like we couldn't get enough. In that moment, I know I certainly
couldn't.
I tore off my shirt and watched
in amazement as she did the same with her own. No bra; just gorgeous tits I'd
basically only envisioned and dreamed about more than I cared to admit. I saw
her reach over to collect the condoms off the counter before she tossed them
onto the blanket as she knelt down onto it.
"Join me," she
requested and reached for her panties to slide them down. I went ahead and lost
my shorts and briefs before descending to the floor myself. The moment I felt
her naked body against mine, I knew we were moments from something I had only
ever dreamed possible.
"Is this happening?" I
asked quietly as I slid my hand down her back and over her fine, fine
ass. This woman had the best ass.
"You're gonna find out real
soon," Jenn assured me and slid her leg up mine. "At least I hope you
will," she added.
I hurried to put the protection
on and moaned as she licked a particularly sensitive area on my neck.
"Good Lord, woman," I warned and growled as I set myself up to
enter her.
"Yes," she hissed and
placed her heels on my butt. "Now, Chris. I need you now," she
pleaded. I didn't need to be told twice, so I made sure I was lined up and
began my approach.
Yes, it had been a while (a long
while) since I'd had sex. I hadn't heard Jenn mention anyone she'd dated for
longer than a week or two in over a year. I couldn't imagine that she'd had any
activity in recent history either. The moan she let out when I was fully inside
her told me I was exactly what she needed at that moment though. I think my own
noise told her the same.
"Chris, yes," she
hissed and ran her fingernails along my back. "Why did it take so long for
us to do this?" she asked.
"No idea," I answered
with what little brain activity I could muster since most of the blood in my
entire body seemed to be inside my cock at the moment. "I'm; Jenn, I'm not
gonna last," I confessed.
"I'm already close,"
she responded. "You feel so good. You feel so; gosh, Chris. It's so
good," she repeated.
"If I promise to last
longer next time;"
"Go ahead," Jenn
breathed. "Just keep going," she begged. "I'm; gonna; oh!"
she cried out and contracted all around my shaft until I couldn't take it
anymore. I thrust into her and came hard.
"Chris," Jenn
whispered after a minute. I wasn't seeing stars any longer, so that was good. I
turned to face her and kissed her shoulder. "Hmm, would you kiss me?"
Like she had to ask. I cupped her face with one hand as the other held me up
and kissed her with so much emotion, I thought for sure that I was going to
shed a tear myself. It was as I pulled away from her that I realized I was
still inside her.
"Oh, uh;" I stuttered.
"Let me get rid of this," I suggested and took care of the minor mess
before I headed into the living room to collect another blanket to cover us
with. I knew we wouldn't be staying in the kitchen, but for that short period
of time, we were going to stick around until we decided what to do next.
I laid down next to her, and
what surprised me was that she snuggled right into my side like she belonged
there. I wrapped my arm around her and kissed her temple. She turned to look up
at me and kissed my chin. I leaned down and kissed her lips until we ended up
making out. It was all so; natural.
"I have a confession to
make," she admitted as she ran her finger over my chest.
"Oh?"
"I bought them when I
picked up your prescriptions," she confessed and pointed to the box.
"I had a feeling from the moment we held hands. I; I didn't realize there
could be;"
I inhaled deeply and turned to
lie on my side and placed my head on my hand with my elbow holding it up.
"If we're giving confessions, I have one as well."
"Go ahead," Jenn
invited and smiled as she let her fingertips glide along my side up to my neck.
"I've had a crush on you
since high school, Jenn," I admitted and watched her face.
"Really? Why didn't you say
anything?" Jenn tilted her head. "So, all this time, you've;"
"Oh, well, yeah, I mean; if
you'd have shown any interest in me throughout these years, I would have
totally gone for it, but I value your friendship more than anything, and I was
afraid you might not appreciate hearing that I liked you as more than a friend,
so I just tucked it away."
"But; in high school? Why
didn't you say something?"
"Well, remember our junior
year? I almost asked you to go to Homecoming with me, but you announced in
homeroom that Ronnie had asked you, so I decided to let you have your fun. I
thought it was best that I just maintained being your friend. If there was ever
a dance you didn't have a date to, I was willing to offer to take you, but that
never happened."
"Oh, Chris," she
reacted and cupped my face. "I'm sorry. I had an awful time with Ronnie,
if that makes you feel any better."
"No, of course it
doesn't," I responded automatically. Then I smiled. "Well, maybe a
little," I admitted thoughtfully and then laughed when she did. "Why
was it awful?"
"Well, there's a hot chance
the guys who took me to the dances thought I was up for more than just a
PG-rated good time, but inevitably, they made a move I didn't appreciate or
reciprocate, so it ended on a slightly sour note. In most cases, especially at
our senior retreat right before graduation, the guy who took me and made a move
came up and apologized. It didn't hurt that the example of 'making right some
wrongs in life' was given when it came around to the deeper part of the
retreat. And that one person mentioned dances certainly helped my case. I
believe a lot of girls were given apologies on that weekend, at least from what
I heard."
"I've always wanted to
dance with you," I admitted without realizing I was speaking out loud.
"Why can't we?"
"What?" I asked.
"Go and get your
phone," she requested. "Let's dance right here. Right where we
officially began. Let's have that dance, Chris."
I wasn't sure why it didn't seem
crazier to me, but I did as she'd suggested. We both got up at the same time,
and when I got back, she was wrapped in the blanket from the floor. I had
wrapped the blanket around my waist, so we were both basically covered. And as
if we were in high school, she raised her arms up and put them on my shoulders
as I held her waist.
"Now I; I wanna fall in
love;" sang Chris Isaak. It was just as if we were at a high school dance,
though I'm sure we'd have been dressed differently. I smiled down at her
and leaned in as she put her hands up into my hair. We kissed as we rocked and
swayed on the kitchen floor. When the song ended, she nodded as if she knew
what I was thinking.
We shut off the television
(which had been lighting our way throughout our interactions since she'd come
down to the kitchen) and headed upstairs still wrapped in our blankets. I was
about to ask about the box, but she held them up and laughed as I picked her up
and proceeded to prepare her for round two.
Jenn
I woke up wrapped up in Chris' arms and smiled. I was naked.
I was spent. I was happy. For the past few days, I had found myself
wanting so much more than just friendship with Chris, and last night, when he
suggested that I go take a bath and relax, well, I did just that. I took a
shower first to shave my legs before filling up the tub and relaxing. The more
I laid there, the more I wanted; more. And it wasn't just to have sex and
"get some," as many would call it. I wanted Chris.
I had laid in bed after our movie date and tried to get
comfortable, but the more I thought about it, the less restful I became. And
then I remembered that I had purchased the condoms and stuck them up in a
cupboard assuming Chris wouldn't see them since I was doing most of the cooking
anyway. To put them up there, though, I'd had to stand on my tippy toes to do
it. And it was while I was attempting to reach for them the night before that I
remembered I had been wearing my shoes which happened to have a bigger sole on
them which meant I could have reached it just a tiny bit better than had I been
barefoot.
I smiled to myself as I remembered feeling Chris' body
pressed up to mine from behind. What a kitchen encounter indeed. I hadn't
realized that he would have been awake. What I had planned to do was grab the
box, walk over to check on Chris, wake him with a kiss on the forehead, and
hope that it would progress from there. What happened was so much
better.
Chris stirred behind me, so I turned my face to kiss his
cheek before I carefully got up to go and take a shower. Before I could even
get out after I was done, Chris had stepped into the tub to join me. I laughed,
kissed him heartily, and got out so he could take a shower by himself. We'd
never get out if we were to have stayed in there together.
We went down to the kitchen wearing just towels. I think we
both knew what was bound to happen. I started working on the casserole I'd been
planning, and Chris started up the coffeemaker. Since the casserole would take
45 minutes to cook, we had time. Next thing I knew, I was on the kitchen
counter being given the most delicious serving of oral sex I'd ever had. He
could work that tongue like he knew my every nerve ending.
To reward him, you know, since we still had time, and once I
had gotten my bearings back, I slid down to the floor and showed him my own
talents in the oral department. From the reaction he gave, I suppose I did a
rather good job. At least that's what he muttered in his many comments as he
regained his own stability again.
"Well, that was an excellent appetizer before
breakfast, I must say," I noted as I poured the creamer into my coffee. I
handed him his dark, "unflavored" savory serving of wake-up juice and
winked at him. He just smiled and put the mug to his lips to take his first
sip.
We talked, held hands, ate, and did the dishes before he led
me upstairs where we make love again. Since we had just had another release (each),
we went ahead and showered together, got dressed, went for a walk, came back,
ate lunch, and then sat on couch to watch a little TV. One look was all it
took, and we were at it like teenagers. Our clothes were thrown everywhere, and
we did it right there on the couch. We fell asleep all wrapped up in each other
covered by a fresh blanket we'd thrown onto the sofa.
After our nap, I managed to get up without waking Chris and
headed for the bathroom with my clothes. I did my business and got dressed so that
I could start dinner.
While I was making dinner, Chris flirted endlessly with me.
We continued to tease, fondle, play, and (finally) eat. As soon as dinner was
done, I began washing the dishes. Alas, the games were not done. Chris took off
his shirt, and then he helped me out of my shorts. He then took off his own
shorts. I raised my arms to help him take my shirt off and went back to washing
the pans. I was almost done.
It was when he lost his briefs that I got unruly. I couldn't
work fast enough. He unfastened my bra as I let the water out of the sink. I
pushed him back against the large, empty counter and then slid off my panties
as he climbed onto it (as instructed) before I joined him and climbed onto him
to give us both a ride we'd always remember. We laid there on the counter
afterwards giggling. I told him I was surprised he hadn't tried to do me from
behind while I was doing the dishes.
"What? Would I do that?" Chris asked me. Enough
time had passed that we were apparently feeling the desire yet again to have
another round, especially one as hot and exciting as the new one I'd suggested.
Even while he was asking the words of such feigned innocence, I had gotten down
and assumed the suggested position while he prepared himself, and healthy orgasms
were had, once again, by both of us.
We went into the living room to watch a movie, though most
of it went unnoticed since we were busy making out and fondling one another
amongst giggles and small talk. We turned off the TV as soon as the movie was
over, headed upstairs, and made our way to bed. We slept very well that night.
The next day was my final day of staying with Chris. I took
a shower and packed my things knowing the plan was for me to leave after
dinner. He wasn't bringing it up even as I packed my things, so I decided to
stay quiet about it also. I had no idea what the plan was moving forward, but I
enjoyed everything so far, and I assumed we'd eventually get to the discussion
about our relationship.
We had a nice, though simple, breakfast, went on our walk,
talked about the weather and something we'd seen on the internet news, and sat
down in the living room with our water bottles to relax. Just as I was about to
turn and ask him about our future, he leaned in and kissed me. Halfway through
our make out session, he pointed down at the floor. Before I could ask about
the coffee table, he simply put his foot on it to slide it away. It was so hot.
I had no idea that simple gesture would affect me the way it did. We both shed
our clothes without words, I assumed my position, and more hot sex was had.
After each time we made love, Chris always took the time to
touch and kiss me like I was a treasure. There was such a familiarity between
us from all the years of being friends, but the fact that he'd always had
deeper feelings for me really played a part in how he held me. I felt rather
stupid having not ever picked up on the crush he had on me. He admitted that he
hid it well, particularly because our friendship meant more. I just hoped that,
moving forward, it wouldn't be an issue. We were still friends, pretty much
best friends, but so much more. And I wanted that. I wanted him. And I wanted
our future to be together. I just needed to tell him that so that we were on
the same page.
We cleaned up and had lunch together. He fell asleep on the
couch, so I used the time to arrange plans for my brother to pick up Chris'
rental vehicle, bring it to the house after we had dinner together, and then
Luke would drive me back to my house in my car.
Chris woke up and walked over to the bathroom before making
his way into the kitchen to find me. I was busy stirring the meat on the stove,
but that didn't stop him from standing right up to rest against me and slide
his hands up my shirt to hold my tits. I laughed a little, but sighed, rested
my head against his chest, and turned to look up at him. He bent slowly and
placed his lips on mine. I blindly set the spoon down on the stovetop and
turned to face him so that I could properly kiss my man.
As we were sitting at the dinner table, the mood was
slightly sad, but neither of us was saying anything about it. Finally, he spoke
up.
"Jenn, I meant to tell you," he noted as he set
his napkin down on the side of his plate. "Um, yesterday while I was
looking at my emails, I read one from my boss. Turns out there's an opening for
a position that he's recommending me for to his boss. He thinks I'd be a
good fit.
"That's great!" I responded and nodded.
"You've been wanting this for a while," I added to show him that I
really did pay attention to him when he spoke of his job.
"So, once I get it, I'll have to report to the office
in Denver."
"Denver? Oh, so they'd be good with you working
remotely? Like, how often would you have to check in or go visit there?"
"Oh, uh; No, Jenn," Chris clarified and shook his
head. "I'll be moving there. My new territory will be in Colorado, so I'll
have to live there. Sorry," he added quickly. "I guess I should have
explained that better. Anyway, when I put my house up for sale, you can do that
too, you know? We can start a new life there together."
"Colorado? Chris, I can't just drop everything and move
to another state!"
"Yeah, but you run your own business," Chris
argued. "You can just start anew in;"
"Start anew in a place where I know no one?"
I questioned and added emphasis on the final words. Sure, I could network like
a champ, but I'd lived in my city my whole life, and this wasn't anywhere close
to any place I'd been before. I didn't know anyone in Colorado! "I don't
understand. I can't just up and leave my business. My books are full for the
next 6 months! I can't;"
I stopped talking when the doorbell rang. Oh, my gosh, what
was happening? Chris got up to answer the door, so I took our dishes to the
sink to wash them quickly. It was important that I left his house the way I
found it. As I ran the sponge over the plates, I began to cry. This was not how
I thought our final meal would turn out. He was leaving? And he just expected
to snap his fingers, and I'd just leave everything behind? How? Why?
"How are you feeling, bud?" Luke was asking as the
two men walked into the kitchen. I had just finished wiping down the table and
counters, so I hung the towel and made my way upstairs to get my bag and
things. I looked around and shook my head. Was this really over?
As Luke shook Chris' hand, I made eye contact with Luke and
nodded. We too had an ability to communicate without speaking. He'd wait in the
car while I said my goodbyes. Luke took my stuff and headed outside.
"I'm glad we had this week together," I shared and
nodded. "I wish you the best of luck. You'll have to let me know when you
get the offer and stuff. Thank God for text messages and Facebook, right?"
I tried to laugh but my traitor of a quivering lip gave things away.
"Jenn, wait," Chris begged. "We can't end
like this," he not
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