The adventure begins
I picked up my cell phone seeing a text has come in... "Do you have some cream I can borrow for my coffee?"
I saw that it was my neighbor Kylie, who was also my ex-wife's best friend.
"Sure," I replied. "Come on over."
I hadn't seen her in a couple of months. The last three months were a blur with my divorce still fresh on my mind.
As I took the creamer out of the fridge, I heard the doorbell ring at the back door. I looked down the hall and saw it was her through the window in the door. I motioned for her to come in. She strolled right in apologizing for being an inconvenience.
"No need to apologize I have some you can borrow," I replied.
"I just feel awful asking you for a favor when I haven't seen you since.."
"Since the day she left me?" I interrupted. "No worries, It doesn't involve you."
"I know, but I feel bad. You are such a nice guy."
"Doesn't seem to matter these days," I say. "She's looking for something better I guess."
"I doubt she will find it," She says with a smile. "She will regret it soon enough."
I guess she will, I think to myself as I glance over at Kylie. Maybe its the few months without having sex but she is looking kind of sexy at the moment.
Not that I didn't think of her as sexy before, and there were times I had fantasized about a threesome with her and my ex-wife, but there was something different about her today.
I could tell she had just taken a shower before coming over, her hair still damp and the smell of cocoa butter moisturizer in the air. Small tank top barely holding in her breasts, I could see her nipples through the shirt. The thin pajama like shorts, lightly draped across her hips. Flip-flop sandals showing off her sexy feet.
Don't even think it! I said to myself. She is married and I would not step over the line like my ex did.
"So how are things been these past couple of weeks?" she asks.
"I've just been focused on work to keep my mind off things," I state.
"So is there anyone special yet?" she asks with a smirk. "I know a few single ladies you might be interested in."
She sits herself on one of the high stools in my kitchen. For a second, I think I caught a view of her pussy lips from the inside edge of her shorts. I tell myself that I'm seeing things.
"I really haven't had the time to look for romance," as I bite my tongue. "Like I said, been focused on work."
"Well you deserve a little happiness yourself," she says with a wink.
Again, I convince myself that it didn't really happen.
"I know I came over here to borrow some creamer for my coffee, but I was wondering if you could help me with something else as well," she states.
