As soon as I met my best friend's boyfriend, I knew I wanted him for myself.
His name was Mitch and he was well over six feet tall. I'd always had a weakness for tall men. This height, combined with his piercing blue eyes, short, golden-brown hair and rugged jaw, completed the package perfectly. It was just a pity that this gorgeous man belonged to Ginny and not to me...
Ginny had, up until now, been a woman of little taste where men were concerned. A series of stuttering geeks and sexually-stunted Neanderthals had passed through her hands before, finally, Mitchell Robson came into her life.
The night she introduced him to me, she could barely contain her excitement. Ginny, Mitch, my partner David and I went out for a meal and Ginny spent most of it simpering girlishly in her boyfriend's direction. She had always been attractive - a fluffy blonde with huge tits - but, sadly, there was no air of mystery about her. What you saw was what you got, charisma most definitely in short supply.
I, on the other hand, was an enigmatic (or so I liked to believe), brooding brunette, petite in stature, always dressing in black or deep colours which set off my brown eyes. I kept myself to myself and let Ginny do all the talking.
During the meal, I could tell that David was bored. He had never really liked Ginny or been interested in meeting her many boyfriends. He shuffled in his seat, and I could tell he wanted to go home.
But I didn't feel the same way. My attention was focused entirely on the stunning man who sat opposite me. He led the conversation, bombarding Ginny and I with witty remarks, winning us over with his easy charm. His smile entranced me. The casual shirt he wore was slightly open at the collar, showing the top of a golden, hairy chest; around his neck was a silver chain which disappeared enticingly down into the V of his shirt.
Staring at Mitch, I had a sudden and erotic vision of myself kissing that chest, flicking my tongue against his nipples. I blinked it away, but it kept coming back. I found myself besotted with Mitch's body - he looked sturdy, dependable and very manly. Our eyes met across the table, and a shiver ran down my spine as he held my gaze for slightly longer than I considered polite.
I stared him out, then looked away and, after a moment, glanced back again. Mitch was still gazing in my direction, although his hand was casually caressing Ginny's bare, honey-coloured shoulder. She giggled at some dry joke of David's, and her big breasts wobbled beneath her tight-fitting top. I envied her that chest; my own boobs were modestly-sized. I wondered what Mitch thought of Ginny's breasts - did he love nuzzling them, pushing his face between the enormous, fleshy globes? Or would he prefer my small, firm mounds with their hard, protruding nipples? I ached to find out.
During the meal, several bottles of wine were drunk. I felt myself becoming pleasantly woozy; a warm glow suffused itself throughout my body. But the warmest place of all was my pussy. Two hours of gazing at Mitch and fantasising had made me wet between the legs, and I could feel the crotch of my knickers was soaking with juices.
Every so often, Mitch would stare at me and I would stare back. This was our first meeting, but I felt a connection. He understood that I was bored with David; I didn't need to say it. Likewise, I could tell that his relationship was based on childish infatuation on Ginny's part and a brotherly-type of protectiveness on his. There was no carnal desire there; Ginny wasn't a real woman, capable of showing Mitch what a woman wanted in bed. I, on the other hand, was more than capable.
After dessert, Mitch stretched in his chair and yawned.
"Jesus, I've eaten far too much!" he announced.
Ginny patted his belly and leaned her head on his broad shoulder.
"You're getting fat!" she teased.
"Hardly!" Mitch said, dismissively. He glanced at me; I was sitting back in my chair, toying with the stem of my wine glass. My fingers slithered repeatedly up and down the smooth, reflective surface.
"I'm going to the gents'," Mitch continued. "D'you want to carry on and order coffees or something?"
"Yeah, why not?" David clicked his fingers at the waiter. "Hey, you!"
I raised my eyes ceilingwards. David could be such an arse at times. He and Ginny would make a good couple. As would Mitch and I....
Mumbling something about going to the ladies, I got up and quickly left the table, following Mitch. He didn't realise I was behind him, and disappeared down the stairs at the back of the restaurant, where the toilets sign pointed.
The stairs led down to a narrow corridor, along which stood several doors. At the end of the corridor, a pair of double doors had been propped open, letting in the cool air from a darkened, silent courtyard beyond.
Instead of pushing open the door marked Gentlemen, Mitch wandered along to this exit and stood, looking out into the courtyard. There was no moonlight, all was dark out there. He leaned against the door frame and I heard him sigh.
Creeping up silently behind Mitch, I stood for a moment and observed him. He ran a hand through his short hair and bowed his head, shaking it slowly. It seemed to me that he was in despair at himself for some reason - perhaps ever having taken on Ginny in the first place. She wasn't right for him and he knew it.
