Old Friends New Lovers

First attempt at writing a story. Let me know what you think.

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As usual, I was running late. I was the epitome of "CP time". However, today, it was because I was nervous as hell. I know I shouldn't have been, but that phone call had changed everything.

It was Tuesday afternoon and I was just leaving the gym. It seemed like as soon as I turned 30, I started putting on pounds and now, at 33, I was having a hard time getting rid of them. But I was determined to do my best. My motto has always been, "I'm a soldier". I took a big swig from my water bottle, threw my gym bag over my shoulder, and stepped out into the thick August heat, ready for my 20 minute walk home.

I had showered after my workout, but decided I'd have another when I got home. I couldn't stand to be hot and sticky. I started mentally preparing my dinner. Suddenly my cell phone rang, interrupting my thoughts.

It was a number that I didn't recognize so I sent it to voicemail but they left no message. I thought nothing of it as I put my earphones in and turned on my Erykah Badu playlist. My music was interrupted by my phone ringing again, the same unknown number on the screen. I decided to answer the phone this time.

"Hello?", I answered, irritated by this mystery caller.

"Hello. Is this Shane?"

I stopped dead in my tracks, instantly recognizing the voice on the phone.

"Chris?" I couldn't believe it. Chris was an old friend I had met about 10 years ago while training for a sales manager position at a catering job I took to help pay for college. We became fast friends, having lunch together, always laughing and having deep meaningful conversations. Everyone suspected we were dating, but we really were only friends. Now, I won't deny I had a crush on him but I could never get up the courage to act on it, considering I was married.

He got a better job offer and left. I was truly happy for him, but soon after he left I realized I missed him a bit more than I should have. We traded text messages and went for a few lunch dates, but after a few months we lost contact due to our hectic work schedules.

And now, here was that familiar, sexy voice, coming through the earphones connected to my phone.

"Hey, Shane! I haven't talked to you in forever. I hope you don't mind, I went past the catering company and got your number." I still worked for the company, and was now regional director of sales.

"Uh, no, um, it's ok." I stammered over my words, still shocked that he was calling me. I shook my head to calm my thoughts, started walking again and continued in a calmer voice.

"How you been? What's it been, almost 10 years?! What's going on?"

"Nothing special," he stated cooly. "Business dinners, board meetings, perpetual client ass-kissing." He chuckled and I smiled at the sound of his laugh. God I missed that laugh.

"Trust me, I know the feeling.", I responded, shaking my head. "So what's up? Did you need to schedule an event for your company?"

"No, no, nothing like that. I'm in town for a conference and wanted to see if we could hook up for lunch this weekend?"

Suddenly my heart started racing. I didn't know what to say. Of course I wanted to see him, but I was no longer the cute, curvy young girl he had known all those years ago. Would he think that I hadn't aged well? Did I get too fat? All of my insecurities came flooding to the surface. I looked down and noticed that my self-induced anxiety has caused my pace to quicken.

"Shane? Are you still there?

"Um, yes. Yes I am. Sorry. I was thinking about my schedule for this weekend", I lied. I didn't know whether to accept his invitation or make up an excuse as to why I couldn't meet with him.

"Well? Are you free?", He asked sounding anxious and slightly boyish like a boy asking a girl on a date.

I inhaled deeply, still rattled and before I knew it, the words just came out my mouth.

"Yeah, of course I'd like to have lunch with you. When and where?" I decided I was thinking too much into it. Besides, it was just a friendly lunch. What did my extra pounds matter?

We set up and time and place and said goodbye. I felt giddy and nervous. After all these years, I was gonna see Chris Robertson again. I smiled for the rest of my walk home. I couldn't wait til Friday.

Friday afternoon finally came around and I was getting dressed to go meet Chris. I usually didn't work on Fridays and Chris had a long weekend, so the timing was perfect. My husband was gone for the weekend on his annual fishing trip with his brothers. When I spoke to him that morning I told him I was having lunch with my best friend, Deborah. I hated to lie to him, but he hated when I had to have meetings with men. Even though he knew most of my biggest clients, he still didn't like the idea of me meeting with them. I decided it wasn't worth the hassle of an argument. He would never find out.

I decided on a yellow sundress that stopped just above the knee. It was made of a soft material that fit nicely in the bodice, complimenting my large breasts, and flared gently from the waist, hiding my belly. I slipped my freshly manicured feet into my sandals, dabbed on a bit of my favorite body oil, fluffed my curls and headed out, my stomach in tight knots.

I arrived at the restaurant 10 minutes late. I scanned the room and then my eyes met his. I damn near fainted when I saw him. My eyes went wide and my breath caught in my throat.

I slowly made my way over to the table and Chris stood to greet me. He was even more handsome than I remembered. He was dressed casually in a black tee shirt and jeans. The way his clothes fit, you could see that he was muscular, yet not bulky. His dark chocolate skin looked smooth as silk and he had a well-maintained short beard and sharp haircut. He looked down at me and smiled. That smile sent a shiver down my spine.

"Yes, lawd!" I thought to myself, then quickly dismissed the thought, reminding myself that I was a married woman and he was merely an old friend. But I couldn't deny the warmth between my legs. Chris leaned in to hug me, and I was standing on tip toe to get my arms around his neck. The fact that he was 8 inches taller than me always turned me on. He wrapped me in a tight embrace, the smell of his cologne filling my nose and causing me to feel a little woozy.

We sat down and exchanged pleasantries. I apologized for being late. He waved it off and we ordered our food and drinks. I had a glass of white wine and he a beer. We talked for a while, laughing as we reminisced about our time working together. It felt just like old times. The conversation slowed as we ate our meals. I was quietly eating my food when I felt his eyes on me.

I looked up, right into his intense dark brown eyes. He was staring at me and I instinctively looked away. I never could hold his gaze, it was just too much for me. I felt as if he'd be able to see through me and know what I was thinking.

"What?", I asked shyly, looking down at my plate.

"Look at me"', he said. His voice was tender yet demanding. I slowly raised my eyes to meet his.

"Damn. You're even more beautiful than you were 10 years ago." His words caused my heart to skip a beat and my eyes once again dropped to the table. I took a big gulp of my wine.

"Look at me, woman!" He laughed and I smiled. I put my elbow on the table and rested my face in my hand.

"Yes, sir?" I asked quizzically yet somewhat playfully as I brought my eyes to his once again. His smile faded and his face suddenly looked very serious. And sensual. I sat up and gazed at Chris, sipping my wine. He looked as if he was contemplating what to say next.

"Shane, I invited you to lunch today because I have something I need to tell you. When I was told that I'd be coming back here for the conference, you were the first thing that crossed my mind. Not only because of the wonderful friendship that we shared, but because I couldn't pass up the chance to tell you how I really felt back then."

I finished my glass of wine and motioned to the waiter for another, unsure of what to say.

"Shane, when I met you I was attracted to you. When I got to know you I fell in love with you. You were, and I see, still are married, so I never said or did anything. Out of respect for you and your marriage. But I had to take this opportunity to let you know this. You see, I purposely applied for a job in another state because I couldn't stand to be around you anymore, knowing that I could never be with you."

I just sat there and stared at Chris, my lips slightly parted. I was in shock. I never knew any of this and I didn't know quite how to respond. The waiter came and refilled my wine glass and I took the whole glass down in one swig and asked for another. The waiter smiled, nodded, refilled my glass and walked away. Chris was now the one staring.

"Um..." I hesitated, "I always liked you too. But because I was married, I never expressed it." At this point I was tipsy and the wine took over.

"To be honest I wanted you from the moment I saw you. Getting to know you was an added bonus which further increased my interest. I just... just..."

"Shane look. I'm gonna be honest with you. Seeing you again has brought all of these emotions back to the surface and I want nothing more than to be with you, even if just for today."

At that I felt a rush of heat sweep over me and settle between my thighs. I squirmed slightly in my seat from a combination of nervousness and the growing wetness in my panties. What do I say? What do I do? Oh God, is this real? My head was reeling, my heart racing...my pussy throbbing.

"Chris, I, um, I'm married. I don't know if..."

I suddenly felt his long finger caress my thigh under the table. I gasped and let out just the slightest moan. He stared at me, a knowing grin spreading across his lips.

"You were saying?" He asked, casually while tracing small circles over my knee and back up my thigh. I attempted again to protest, but couldn't get the words out. Instead I heard myself say, "Then let's go back to your hotel." Fuck it, I told myself. Live a little. It's just one day.

Chris paid the bill and we left. He took out his phone and ordered a Lyft. The car was there in 5 minutes. The hotel Chris was staying at was a 15 minute drive away. As soon as we got into the back of the car, shit got real.

Chris pulled me close to him. I looked up at him. He tilted my chin upward and slowly kissed me with the softest lips I had ever felt. His lips were thick and his mouth warm. I parted my lips slightly for his probing tongue and felt his tongue against mine. I deepened the kiss and our tongues danced back and forth. Suddenly I broke free of him, gasping for air. I glanced to my left just in time to see the driver's eyes dart from the rearview mirror back to the road in front of him. I giggled and nuzzled again Chris, staying in that position for the rest of the ride.

We arrived at a very nice hotel on the East side of the city, a good 30 minutes away from my home. We silently rode the elevator up to his floor and walked down the hall to his room. The minute I heard the key card unlock the door, reality came washing over me. He opened the door and held it for me, but I couldn't move. I was paralyzed with fear, anxiety and guilt. Chris looked at me, an expression of concern on his face.

"What's wrong sweets?" No one had called me that in a very long time. "Having second thoughts? It's ok if you are, I understand. But you are here now, so just sit and talk with me a while."

I knew damn well what he really meant and I pulled his card.

"Come and sit? Yeah, ok. We both know we're too grown for that one."

Chris's expression changed, his lips curling into a sly grin. His eyes sparkled and his tone of voice lowered.

"Ok then. Are you coming in? Now's your chance to change your mind. I won't be mad if you do, I completely understand. But just know that once you enter this room, you are mine. You will not leave, nor will you want to. That, my dear, is a promise."

A shiver went through my womanhood and I felt myself growing wetter. I slowly walked into the room. Chris locked the door behind me. He walked up behind me and I felt his growing member press into the small of my back. I moaned at the sensation.

"Damn, you are beautiful." He whispered in my ear. I closed my eyes and stood perfectly still as I felt his hands touch my body. His finger tips grazed my neck gently. I bit my bottom lip. "I've wanted you for so long." I heard him whisper into my ear, his warm breath on my skin. His fingers slid leisurely down my shoulders and arms, leaving my skin tingling wherever he touched. His fingers came back up to trace my collarbone and the tops of my breasts. I inhaled sharply.

He slowly ran a finger down my spine, sending waves of electricity through my body. I instinctively rolled my hips backward, pressing into his groin. His right hand traveled back up my body, slightly grazing my right breast, while his left hand settled on the curve of my left hip, moving inward toward my waist. I jumped slightly and tried to step away from him, remembering that I had gained weight and suddenly feeling very ashamed of my body. But I wasn't quick enough and his strong arm held me in place.

"Now where are you going?" My hands came up as if to guard my midsection. He whispered into my ear again, sensing my insecurity.

"I told you, you are beautiful. All of you. I let out a sigh but didn't move my hands. He pushed my hands away and slowly ran a hand down my side and across to my stomach. There was something so gentle and sensual about the way that he touched me. I surrendered to his touch.

"Good." Was all he said. His left hand came around my other side and his hands rested gently on my tummy. He nuzzled the left side of my neck and began planting soft, warm kisses on my flesh. I whimpered. Being kissed on my neck was a weakness of mine. My panties were soaked. He traced long lazy strokes all over my neck with his hot wet tongue. I moaned loudly. I tried to turn to face him but he held me tightly in position. His strength make me want him that much more. His hands came back up and cupped my large breasts. Gently and then more firmly, slightly squeezing my mounds of flesh. I groaned and my knees started to go weak. I didn't know how much more of this teasing I could take.

"The things I am going to do to you. I don't know if you'll make it home tonight," Chris half growled into my ear. All I could do was moan. At this point I didn't care. I couldn't recall the last time a man made me feel this good . My husband was an alright lover, but lately things had been stale. My pussy was soaked and my juices beginning to run down my thigh. I felt an ache from deep within.

Chris pushed my dress straps down off my shoulders then down past my breasts, revealing by black lace strapless bra. He caressed my breasts for a moment before hooking his fingers into my dress and pulling it down until it fell into a pool at my feet. Chris let out a deep groan as he looked down at my black lace boyshorts. He gently slapped my ass and said, "Oh, yes." Then with one swift movement he turned me around to face him. He looked down at me, eyes ablaze with lust and kissed me again. This time his kiss was firmer, hungry. I opened my mouth and we passionately devoured each other. He broke our kiss and we were both gasping for air. I was so turned on at this point, my skin was hot. Chris pushed me back onto the bed and removed my bra and panties. I sat up on my elbows and watched, mesmerized, as he took off his clothes.

This man had the body of a God. I gazed at his strong shoulders and arms. His chest was firm and defined. I continued downward, taking in the sight of his well-defined abs and an "outie" belly button that I couldn't wait to lick. There was a light trail of curly black hair leading down to his pubic area. His legs were as strong and muscular as the rest of his body and he seemed to have veins popping out of every muscle. But then there it was. The most beautiful, mouth-watering dick I had ever seen. It was long, smooth and black with just as many veins as the rest of him. It was thick with a shining purple mushroom of a head. He looked to be impossibly hard with a slight curve to the left. Mmmm. I licked my lips in anticipation.

Chris stood over me seeming to be taking in the sight of me, just as I was doing with him. Although I had gained a little weight, I maintained my very womanly, very curvy figure. My caramel complexion skin glowed and smelled of cocoa and mango. My skin tingled as I watched him take in the swells of my breasts, and curvature of my hips. I saw his eyes lower to my shaved mound and I parted my legs slightly giving him a little more of a view. Chris made a gutteral sound, signaling his approval.

Chris leaned over me and kissed me hard. His kisses stole my breath away and I gasped for air when our lips parted. He kissed my cheek, my chin and the top of my neck. He gently nibbled on my earlobe before continuing down my neck. When he got to the base of my neck he suckled my skin gently causing me to whimper.

"You like that, do you?" His voice was husky and thick with desire. With my eyes closed and biting my lip, all I could do was moan and nod. My pussy was dripping and throbbing. Begging to be touched. But Chris wasn't done torturing me yet. He continued kissing down my chest, stopping to lick and suck on my nipples, one at a time. He would lick, suck, and nibble on one while his hand gripped and kneaded the other, rolling my hard nipples between his fingers, occasionally giving it a little pinch, all the while soliciting ever growing moans and groans from me. I couldn't take much more and I felt my first orgasm building inside of me.

He continued down my body until he reached my tummy.

"I love your body. You are a goddess." He lavished my midsection with kisses, nibbles and long strokes of his tongue. I had never felt more beautiful in my life. He continued his exploration, kissing my hips, my belly button, my groin. My breath quickened and my moans were growing louder. Chris kissed and licked my thighs all the way up to my knees and back down again. He kissed and licked all over my midsection, carefully and deliberately ignoring my eager vagina. My body was squirming all over the bed. I couldn't take this shit.

My moans turned to begging whimpers as I felt my pelvis thrust forward, begging for attention. Sensing that I couldn't take much more teasing, Chris licked a long, slow trail down my thigh toward my vagina, the air feeling cool on the skin that he has just licked.

"Please" I managed to whisper.

"Say it again.", Chris said in a quiet yet firm voice, his warm breath on my lips.

"Pleeeaase. I can't take much more. Please!" I was damn near crying.

That was all Chris needed to hear. He licked one long firm stroke over my clit and I exploded, screaming in ecstasy. My back arched, my toes curled and my eyes rolled far into the back of head. I felt the juices flowing from my body and I could feel Chris's tongue on me again, lapping it all up.

He didn't give me a chance to recover from my mind-blowing orgasm before he began an oral assault on my pussy, the likes of which I have never known. He licked, sucked, and slurped each and every inch of my womanhood until my legs quaked and I was delirious with pleasure. Another strong orgasm came over me, causing me to come completely off the bed. I panted, struggling to breathe. Chris slowly climbed up my body from between my legs, licking his lips, his face glistening with my nectar. I layed there, staring at him.

"Damn, Shane. I need to make this mine."

He leaned in and kissed me deeply. The feeling of his tongue in my mouth growing familiar. I delighted in the taste of myself on his mouth. That has always turned me on. He lay beside me and stroked my face. I looked over at him and smiled. But I wasn't done yet.