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Susan Judy
This was the first time that Steve had gone on a business trip since we were
married. It seemed silly to be worried about being alone. After all I worked
during the day and had my night course in French to fill my evenings, how could
I be bored for three days? But somehow after he was gone three hours, and as the
clock struck 9 o'clock at night, I was lonely. I tried to read but that bored me
even more. And somehow the idea of doing homework on a Friday night was
depressing. All I could feel was foolish. Is this really the way a 28 year-old
woman should feel when she is alone?
After all, it was just five years ago that I was single and alone many nights.
For a brief moment I thought of having an affair. But I realized quickly that I
loved Steve and getting laid was not the answer.
I went to the kitchen and took a cold beer from the fridge. As I was walking
over to the stereo the doorbell rang. Through the peephole I could see Judy. I
opened the door and gave her a hug. "Boy, am I happy to see you," I practically
shouted. "What's the matter?" she asked. Somehow in the telling, my plight of
being alone for one night didn't seem too dramatic.
She had come over to find out my recipe for French Apple Pie. Her husband's boss
was coming over on Sunday. As an act of friendship she half-heartedly offered to
visit for awhile.
Judy was younger that I. Probably 22 or 23. We were sort of friends, but more by
convenience than by common interests. She lived down the block and since our
husbands worked together we got to spend a fair amount of time with one another.
This night she seemed a little strange. She soon revealed that she and her
husband had had a huge fight. She came over as much to "get the hell out of that
damn house" as for the apple pie recipe. Her breath also had the distinct smell
of Scotch. In fact, I'd say she was as jittery as I was.
We both sat down on the couch. I asked her if she wanted a drink. When she just
looked up and said nothing I knew the answer. I filled two large tumblers with
Scotch. One for her...and one for me I progressed from beer to Scotch.
Judy talked endlessly about how awful her husband was. Mostly her complaints
were about how little money they had and how little sex they had. Of most
concern was that all of their sex involved some form of bondage or pain. "What
ever happened to love and tenderness," she said. Her words and actions were
quite animated. She seemed to brush against me quite often as she spoke. And she
seemed to sit a littel too close for two friends just chatting. Quite frankly, I
simply considered it my imagination, although, to be perfectly truthful, both
the closeness and the conversation excited me.
"I've been doing a lot of thinking," she blurted. Then in graphic detail she
discloded how she was determined to have an affair but couldn't decide which guy
at the office. I said nothing. She talked about tenderness again and gently
placed her hand on my leg. I could feel a rush of warmth in my body.
Probably less than a half hour passed and we were both getting quite bombed. I
started talking about my sex life with Steve more out of filling the
conversation void than consciously wanting to share.
I, of course, told her only the good things. Suddenly she burst into tears and
said, "I wish it was that way for us." As she cried, I instinctively held her
and put her head on my shoulder. Surprisingly my act of comforting was quite
stimulating. Her breasts pressed against mine. My holding her evolved to rubbing
her back, and the stroking became stronger and warmer. Although I knew the
Scotch was my excuse, clearly I was having a sexual experience. Of course, at
this level it was quite harmless.
For what seemed like forever, neither of us said anything. Obviously she was
miserable, but I was feeling good. I wondered if this also felt good to her. The
whole thing seemed bizarre. After all, we were hardly Lesbians... or even close
friends for that matter.
My mind kept wandering and imagining her in a flimsy negligee. Her young firm
body with full breasts. I fought hard to get the thoughts out of my mind, but
the harder I fought the more they persisted.
The deafening silence (and my cascading thoughts) were broken by Judy looking up
with wet eyes and saying, "I hope this doesn't frighten you, but I'm strangely
attracted to you." In a perfect world I would have pulled away. But, as if moved
by a force beyond my control, I placed my lips lightly on hers and kissed her
gently. Then again, and again, and again.
I could feel her open her legs. All my thoughts wavered between "I shouldn't be
doing this" and "I wonder what I'm supposed to do." I could feel the moistness
between my legs. I reached down under her skirt and her panties were soaked.
My mind was fogged to say the least. And though I always disliked oral sex
(Steve's penis always tasted funny), I found myself strangely drawn to her
pussy. I dropped from the couch to the floor. I ...
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