The night that it became more than a friendship with Stacia, there was something in the air...
It's such an enormous cliché, but there really was something in the air that night. There I was, sitting across from the woman I desired more than any other, in a romantic restaurant, enjoying the evening over good food and some wonderful warm smiles. At one point Stacia even leaned over and pressed my thigh with her warm, delicate, hands, emphasizing the passion of something that she was saying. A few inches further up and she might have discovered my own passion.
We'd known each other for years, friends, confidants, close enough to almost be family, but never lovers. Stacia went to college with my best buddy and me, marrying him just after graduation. I was jealous, sure, but she was the same smiling friend to me and sometimes you just have to accept something for what it is and enjoy what you've got. Sure, I wanted all of her, but I loved what I had.
Over the years we kept in touch and were the best of friends. When her marriage failed she remained close and didn't worry about me taking sides. Occasionally we'd meet when out lives took us to the same city at the same time, but we mostly talked on the phone and swapped jokes by e-mail. When I called her and said that I would be in Chicago on business for a couple of days she invited me to stay over the weekend. "Crash here, it'll be a bunch of fun."
It was a bunch of fun, walking around the city, taking a cruise on the lake, dinner at the perfect restaurant... all that was missing was being able to touch her like a lover, kiss her, tell her what I felt. I enjoyed the day, but was frustrated to be with such a gorgeous creature and not be able to just take her in my arms and... well, just take her.
Sitting opposite her vibrant and lovely face over dinner was torturous. Seeing those expressive indigo eyes light up as we joked and talked of our futures and feeling her fingers rest on my hand as I confided the sad story of my latest relationships demise was wonderful. Stacia cared. As I sipped the last of my wine and waited for the check I decided that I had to say something. In my eyes she was perfect, and no moment felt better, so despite the risk, I had to say something.
As we walked back to her apartment I felt the nervousness of the moment rise. How could I break out of our "friends" mode and tell Stacia how much I wanted her? Even when she grasped my arm as we walked along the sidewalk, still I couldn't quite figure out away to broach the subject.
"Did you know I've been thinking about taking up Yoga?" She laughed as we opened the door and burst into her apartment.
"Did you know I've been thinking about how much I want to make love with you?" I blurted out behind her.
Stacia turned and smiled at me. "You are so lovely." She took my hands in hers, lifted them up and squeezed them in a gesture that felt like a friend supporting me in my quest. Her face inclined to one side. "You know, I think I did know that, and I was just thinking that it would be a great way to finish off this weekend."
I followed her into the kitchen, my heart now pounding and my mind racing through a replay of her words, making sure that I'd got the correct message from her matter-of-fact tone. She poured a large glass of water and gulped at it as she turned towards me. "You want anything?" she asked as I noticed the perfect lip imprint made on the glass by her seductive pink lipstick.
"No thanks." I walked straight into her arms and pulled her tight to me. I could smell the coconut shampoo on her dark brown hair as I nuzzled the soft skin of her neck and felt the warmth of her body press back to me.
"You'll never know how much I've wanted this," she whispered to me. If it was anything like how I wanted her, I already knew.
I eased up on our hug and took in her face before I leant forwards and kissed her. Her lips opened and I tasted her, sweet and hot with a hint of wine, as our tongues slowly touched and explored each other. I felt her leg come up, wrap around me and pull my thigh tight to her as her hands wandered my back with slow erotic movements that willed me to extend the kiss and probe harder with my tongue.
We were smiling broadly when we backed away to see each other. I saw those wonderful bright blue eyes shine and wondered at the perfection of the skin on her nose and cheeks as I saw them from closer than ever. I brought my hand up to touch her cheek and watched as she closed her eyes and leant against my fingers, soaking up the energy in our emotive touching.
"This should be special," Stacia said softly as I traced my finger along her bottom lip. "Get us a couple of drinks and come into the bedroom in a few minutes. She kissed me again before she left, drawing her hand along my thigh, past my hip and onto my chest. I let my hands fall to the top of her beautiful ass before she turned around and I got to watch it walk towards the bedroom.
The next few minutes were filled with the most incredible sexual tension and anticipation I've known. Not knowing what Stacia was doing, not knowing how long I should wait and not wanting to mess the moment, I fiddled around in the refrigerator, adjusted the huge hard on in my pants and poured two large drinks. Fortunately, the exquisite torture was short-lived as I heard some music playing in the bedroom. Taking a glass in each hand I swallowed some of the tension away and set off.
Stacia was sitting up on her bed when I got there. I placed the glasses on the bedside table quickly as the sight before me could easily distract me to the point of not knowing what I was holding, never mind where I was. She wore a thin pink negligee that covered a tiny matching g-string and nothing else. Stacia's legs extended down the bed looking long and athletic. Her breasts filled their space in the negligee and her perfect dark nipples were visible through the material. Her smile was more demure now, but there was no doubting that she was inviting me into her bed.
"You look stunning," I said as I eased myself onto the bed. "Would you like me to rub your shoulders? Take away any stress from today."
"That would be nice." She turned away from me and presented her slim back. "I'm not too tense, but a shoulder massage is always good."
I started to massage her shoulders with my fingers and willed myself to relax. Most of my body complied, but my aching cock was bursting at the front of my jeans. Through the sheer material of her negligee Stacia's skin felt soft as I worked my fingers all around her shoulder blades, neck and collarbone. I let my hands trace around the corner of her shoulders and down to the exposed skin of her arms. Once back working on her shoulders, I reached both hands down past her collarbone and down to ease over the curves of her breasts, finally cupping them firmly in my hands.
"I think you might need a lesson in anatomy." Stacia sighed. "That isn't my shoulders."
