"What a night!" He said sitting back and stretching his legs out from her couch. Darlene looked over at him as he relaxed for a moment. She knew what was coming next and wasn't looking forward to the usual ending of an evening. She stifled her mild annoyance, knowing he wouldn't get it. He was just about to make some half-kidding innuendo, self-deprecating comment, hug her shoulder and then get up and head back to his apartment. "No!" She thought to herself, " . . . their apartment!" She didn't think about it in a nasty tone because she really liked his wife! But she was out of town and Mike was . . . just . . . so . . . Mike. The fact of the matter was that if Nora wasn't out of town she would have been right there on his other side, holding him close. It was so frustrating! Nora would have laughed at his comment, and given Darlene a hug of her own before the two of them headed off. It was so damn frustrating!
She sat on the couch next to him, curled her legs under her and leaned against him, her head on his shoulder. His arm came down across her shoulders in a friendly touch. She imagined a tiny tremble as his hands touched her bare shoulder. She also knew he was probably thinking of Nora. She knew if Nora was there his evening wouldn't be nearly over. She had once followed them home because he had left his keys and they had forgotten to close the front door all the way. She saw them on the stairs and . . . well let's just say it was sexy, hot and fed her personal fantasies for weeks. She had wondered if they ever realized how his keys ended up just inside the front door, but she dared not ask.
"It was a good night, especially beating the pants off of Dan and Nancy!"
"Oh they'll kill us like usually next time. But you're right, it was fun!" He answered.
Dan and Nancy, Mike and Nora, and Darlene and her ex were a very close group of friends. She was thankful their friendship survived her divorce because she's not sure what she would have done without them. She thought it helped that both Mike and Dan never were as close with her ex-husband as she was with Nora and Nancy. The past couple of years seemed to blur a little as she realized once again how lucky she was to have such friends.
The 5 of them were so different. Nancy was a full-bodied blond who carried it well. She had a deep laugh and a great sense of humor. The only negative was she was a bit of a gossip. No that's not true, it was just that she had no idea of how to keep a secret so anything told to her in secret had a half-life of about a day. It wasn't that she was malicious, but she just couldn't seem to keep it in her head that it wasn't for open conversation. Dan, Nancy's husband, suited Nancy real well. There was no way to deny it, he was a redneck, but with all the nicer characteristics of the breed. He could keep a secret from anyone but Nancy, which meant anything he knew, everyone knew shortly. He was tall, a little chunky, but it hid surprising muscle. He had a good smile and a very dirty sense of humor. Two things she liked about him. Nora was much easier to trust. She was the physical and emotional antithesis of Nancy. She could keep a secret forever! But of the other 4, Mike was her favorite. He was a Yankee, which would normally be a bad thing, but he didn't try and lord it over us dumb hicks. He had a ready sense of humor and loved puns. The English teacher in her loved to start punning with him -- much to the dismay of the rest of the group. He was almost as tall as Dan, but better looking, slimmer, with great shoulders. More than once she caught girls looking at him! He and Nora fit really well. As for keeping things private, he was incredible. He could keep a secret so long, that even after it was no longer needed, he would stuff it and put it up on the mantle and still keep it! He was incredibly trustworthy, as she found out during her less-than-pleasant divorce from her ex. The less said about him the better.
She did remember one positive thing about her ex; he was good in bed -- which is why she ended up with two kids, one conceived after her divorce in a weak and horny moment. To this day she didn't regret it, but she learned to be careful meeting him because the physical connection was still there, even though he was pretty much a shit when the blood wasn't in his dick. She squirmed slightly at the thought because she knew she would have to see him tomorrow. She knew it would be hard because her sex life consisted of wearing out batteries in a couple of toys lately. It just wasn't fair!
Darlene knew she looked good, even at 26 and two kids. She was in great shape. All the work to lose the baby weight was great, but it didn't seem to make a difference. There seemed to be a huge glut of single moms in the area. Most guys ran when they heard two kids and the ones who don't aren't looking for a relationship, just a one-nighter. She would rather go electric than a one-night stand! So meeting with her ex-husband was more than a little dangerous. If only . . . "No! Can't go there! I love Nora too much." She told herself yet again, and again, and again.
They sat there for a moment longer and she felt him just barely start to move. She knew exactly what he was going to do. She held him firmly and said "Not yet, Mike. Can we just sit here for a few more?"
He didn't say anything, but he settled back deeper in the couch. His arm stayed around her. The silence settled over them, a companionable silence. "If he was only aware what I was thinking. He might run for home!" She just sat there, inhaling the very male scent, feeling his chest rise and fall as he breathed, and listened to his heartbeat. She knew she needed to end things before she got carried away. But he had no idea how turned on she was getting. Or did he? At the angle her head was at she slowly saw him firm up. His cock was getting harder as they just sat there. His pants weren't tight, but they were tight enough. He was getting a little excited, and it has to be either her, or whatever he might be thinking about Nora. Darlene felt her own body respond as she hoped it was her. She knew she was in trouble. There had to be a way out that didn't involve batteries! But Nora! She was torn.
In the millisecond between him starting to move and his arm actually leaving her shoulders, Darlene thought this and a thousand other things. Then she made a decision. The 26 year old teacher of little kids, the mother of two of her own, quickly straddled the lap of her best friend and pressed down on him. Time stopped.
It felt like an out-of-body experience. From the side she imagined what they looked like. Her 5'5, slim frame straddling his 6' broad shouldered, narrow-waisted body. She knew they looked good together. But as she looked at him she saw the surprise, tinged with something else she didn't recognize.
"Dar . . ."
"Shhhh. Don't say anything."
His arms came down.
"And don't move, don't touch me!"
She started rolling her hips slowly and gently. She felt him stir under her. He felt even larger than he had looked through the material.
