We'd finished up round 3 and Liz had left my house. It was late at night and I knew I was going to be up late, not being able to turn off my mind from thinking about what the hell just happened. Luckily a good movie was just starting and I plopped down on the couch to watch it. Next thing I knew it was morning and I woke up with a raging hard on. I hopped in the shower and as the hot water rained down on me, I conjured up the very recent and very real images of Liz and her body and her scent. It took no more than a few long strokes before I splattered a load on the shower floor.
The rest of the weekend was pretty uneventful, and as much as I was dying to text Liz, I resisted, knowing that despite what happened she was still married with kids. I figured if she wanted to chat she could text or call me and she hadn't.
At work on Monday I arrived just as Liz was pulling in but I pretended to be on my phone and I let her go in without me. I didn't want things to be awkward so I figured avoiding her would accomplish that. I watched as she sashayed toward the door in a black skirt and dark sweater over a white dressy shirt. I thought about how it felt to have those legs wrapped around me. When I got into my office, I had a sticky note on my keyboard that read:
Jeff,
Need to talk. Lunch?
-L
I emailed Liz on the work email with only "12pm, your car" in the subject line. The rest of my morning was spent with my mind racing. Obviously she needed to let me know what happened between us was a mistake and couldn't happen again. That made sense logically but the problem was I was craving more of her sweet pussy. I wanted to grip her beautiful ass again while I filled her up with my throbbing meat. But now I feared that not only was that not going to be an option again, but our friendship was now in jeopardy.
At 12pm I headed out to the lot and Liz was sitting in her car already. I hopped in and she drove us out of the lot without a word. She drove down the road and pulled into the lot of a nearby park, and then she drove around the back where there were just storage sheds and no sign of any people. She shut the engine and turned to me.
"Jeff, I needed to talk to you. I had wanted to tell you that what happened the other night was great but couldn't happen again. I know..."
"I figured as much. Well that sucks but I get it."
"You didn't let me finish. I did plan to tell you that but the truth is you and your thick cock are all I could think about all weekend. My husband never made me feel the way you did. You touched me in all the right places at all the right times. My pussy was so filled up by you, as if it was meant for your cock. I know he's been fucking around on me when he's on his road trips. I found proof but didn't have the nerve to confront him. Or maybe I was worried what would happen with the kids."
"Jesus, Liz. I can't believe you're telling me all of this. I felt the same way. Your body deserves to be treated the way I did the other night. You're beautiful and sexy as fuck.
Why would he mess around on you?"
"No idea. But he did. So why shouldn't I?"
"Not that I'll complain but is this just to get back at him?"
"Jeff you know it is way more than that. We've become so close so fast. I feel like we get each other so well."
"So now what?" I asked Liz.