Flowers of the Night, part II

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“What were you thinking, calling Damion?” I asked Hunter. “He’s my friend,” he said. “Why shouldn’t I call him?” “Let’s see,” I said. “Maybe because you spent the afternoon fucking his wife.” “I hadn’t fucked you when I called him.” “You called him before you called me?” “You’re not jealous are you? I called him early, when I first got in.” I looked at him across the table and slowly sipped my fuzzy navel. Maybe Damion didn’t suspect anything, I thought. On the other hand, maybe he did. I kept expecting him to walk into the bar any minute, even though he’d called me from Atlanta just moments before to let me know he arrived safely. “When you order these girly drinks, they short you on the alcohol,” Hunter said. “Sometimes they just put liquor in the straw.” “I don’t want to get drunk,” I told him. “So it doesn’t matter.” “If you’re staying sober because you’re afraid of me hitting on you, I’m not going to,” he said. He took a sip of his scotch, making me wish I’d had one instead of the fuzzy navel, but it was tasty, even if it wasn’t going to get me under the table with one drink. I like the peachy flavor, and I could use the potassium from the orange juice. “I didn’t think you were going to hit on me,” I said. “It was just one of those things, neither of us planned it. I’d just like to forget about Pendik Escort it, and I hope you do too.” “I can’t forget about it,” he said. “I cannot do it anymore, but I’ll never forget it.” “Well,” I said. “I don’t mean wipe it from your mind. Just don’t bring it up around Damion, or tell anybody else in the entire world, ever.” “You know I wouldn’t,” he said. “At least you should know that.” “I know,” I said. “It’s just, well, it’s my marriage. It was a mistake, something I shouldn’t have done, and I feel really guilty about it.” “So,” he asked, “what are you going to do? Do you feel guilty enough to confess? Should I stay out of town forever so he doesn’t beat me up?” “No,” I said. “I can keep it to myself.” “Think we can still be friends?” he asked. “Why not?” “It will always be there,” he said. “Standing between us, present whenever we meet.” “We don’t meet much anymore,” I pointed out. “It’s not like you are a constant presence in my house. There’s no reason for us not to be friends, especially now that you’re about to be a famous author.” He smiled. “Still want to read my book?” “I do,” I said. “I can’t wait to read it.” “I’ll send you a copy of the manuscript,” he said. “Or I can copy it onto a memory stick for you.” “That’d be good,” I said. “I could just put Pendik Escort Bayan it in my laptop.” “Want to come up and get it?” he asked. I smiled and shook my head. “Might not be a great idea, I guess,” he said. “Oh, what the hell,” I said. “I can be in your room a couple of minutes without giving in to your seductive charms.” “Let’s do that, and then we can go eat,” he said. **** “What’s wrong,” Hunter asked about forty five minutes later. “I was just thinking,” I said. “What?” he asked. “It occurs to me that this is only the second time in our lives we’ve been in a room alone together. There were always other people around. Do you suppose that anything would have happened if we’d been left alone in a house back in the day?” “What makes you ask that?” he asked. “I suppose it could have happened, but it didn’t. I never even thought about us never being alone, but now that I think about it, I think you’re right. It was always work, or a party, or friends at each others apartments, never alone.” “Do you think it’s some sort of impulse? Neither of us has ever struck me as being impulsive, yet we had sex on the spur of the moment, even though I’m married now.” “So,” he asked, “do you want to stop?” “No,” I said. “It feels good.” “It does feel good,” he said. I was sitting Escort Pendik on his cock as he lay back on the bed. Both of us were naked and had been for most of the fifteen minutes we’d been in the room. I had already had one orgasm and had come close to another when I started to think about what I was doing. He put his hands on my breasts and touched my nipples. They were really hard and sensitive, and I wanted very badly for him to pinch them, but I didn’t want to have to ask. “I’m beginning to feel guilty too,” he said. “Damion is my friend, after all.” “I think he may have fucked Erin,” I said. “So I wouldn’t feel too guilty.” “I’m actually pretty sure he did,” he said. “Who could blame him, though?” “We weren’t married then,” I said, “or even dating, so not me.” “You get me really wet when we’re in a room together,” I said. “I can tell,” he said. “And you get me really hard.” “True.” “And you’re incredibly tight,” he said. “Is it the best pussy on earth?” I said. “Probably. I haven’t tried it all though.” “You’d love too though?” “Yes, I’d love too.” “See, that’s the double standard. Men are expected to want all the pussy on earth, but women can’t want all the cock.” “You can want it all as far as I’m concerned.” “But it really doesn’t concern you? Does it?” “I guess not.” I rocked gently and moved up and down on him, just to let him know I hadn’t forgotten what we’d been doing. He pinched my nipples just as I slid down the length of his cock, and I moaned in pleasure. His cock felt so big inside me, filling me. I touched my clit and rubbed it in rhythm with our movements.

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