I'd been debating what to do about the invitation for a week or so. My freelance writing was going pretty well, but it wasn't totally supporting me yet. I held a part-time retail job and did odd cleaning and catering jobs when I could get them to supplement my income without tying me down too much. For the day in question I had a lead on a catering gig I could take and I could really use the money. On the other hand, it's a July 4th party being given by a very old friend at his new house and I haven't seen him in ages, nor have I ever seen the house. Stan has been bugging me for months to come out and see the place and talk about the renovations with him. I guess I've been avoiding this because for one thing I'm not so fond of his new wife, Joy. To me she seems shallow and dull and I'm really just shocked that he married her. He is so much more interesting than that. I'm also sure that if Stan asks for my opinion on anything related to the house, and he will because he respects my judgment, Joy will automatically veto the suggestion simply because it came from me. The fact that the house is 40 minutes from mine doesn't help, either, since my schedule has been crazy lately.
Joy will be at the party, of course. I think the reason she doesn't like me much is because she suspects I have some "history" with her husband and it makes her uncomfortable. In truth, there is some history but it was so long ago and it was so casual that it might as well never have happened. Mostly, he and I have just been friends. Joy and I are pleasant enough with one another when forced to socialize, but we've kept our distance except when we couldn't avoid it.
There is one, and only one, truly compelling reason for me to go to this thing and I can sum it up in a single word: Len. Len is Stan's best friend from forever and if anyone can be said to ooze sex appeal, it would be this man. The two of them were thick as thieves when I met them. I was dating a guy named Paul who was in their social circle, which is how I got to know the whole gang. Most weekends there would be at least one night when the three of them, their friends Jack and Sam and any current girlfriends would hang out together drinking beer and listening to music. All the months I dated Paul I secretly lusted after Len but as sexy as he was, he always had a girlfriend of the month on his arm and I was always with Paul when I saw him. Except for one time.
There was a Christmas party and reunion of sorts after they had all been apart for some time and Paul had felt ill and gone home early. He had been my ride but I hadn't felt like leaving so I said I'd catch another ride home. It came to pass that Len offered me a lift. His girlfriend rode shotgun but she lived much farther from him than I did so he dropped her off first. I had climbed into the front seat for the rest of the drive and when he pulled up in front of my house I leaned over to give him a kiss goodnight. He had kissed back and we'd wound up making out in the car for about half an hour before my senses got the better of me and I went inside. We had gotten each other pretty worked up that night and from his groan just before he pulled my hand from his crotch I was pretty sure I'd made him come in his pants, but we never discussed it and we never had the chance to be alone like that again. I'd always wondered what it would be like to fuck him but it was only a fantasy and now, somehow, years had gone by. Len would occasionally visit me in my dreams and I frequently thought about him when I masturbated, but to my great regret we hadn't kept in touch. I wondered if he ever thought of me.
Paul and I had long since broken up and lost touch. Stan was the only one of the group I'd kept in contact with and we'd lived only a few miles apart during a time in our lives when we were both lonely, so we'd slept together a few times. The sex was okay but never great and there was really nothing emotional between us aside from friendship. It was just a comfort thing, like eating a big plate of mashed potatoes. We'd drifted back to a platonic friendship after a couple of months, then I'd gotten a job in another city and moved away until about a year ago, when circumstances in the form of me leaving both a dead-end relationship and a dead-end job had taken me back to my home state. Stan and I have gotten together casually on occasion since then, but he always has jealous Joy in tow while I'm very single and it isn't the most comfortable situation. We also have very little in common any more, so the evenings together have gotten shorter and farther between.
In any case, I feel maybe I should go to this party, get the ordeal of seeing the house out of the way and maybe see a few other old friends. I know Stan is in contact with some of the old crowd and I know from him that Len is also still single, although I'd heard he'd had his heart broken pretty badly a couple of years ago. It's a long shot for him to show up, since he lives a couple of hours away in another state, but I figure I'll go to the party and if Len is there it'll be a bonus no matter what happens. I call the catering captain and tell him I'm not available that day.
For the party I've dressed nicely, but casually in a camisole top that shows off the little cleavage I have, a knee length, soft skirt that flirts in the slightest breeze with my toned legs and low-heeled sandals that accentuate my slender ankles. The pedicure I'd treated myself to the previous day completes the outfit. It's turned into a sultry summer afternoon and I'm glad of the light clothes. After about an hour there, though, I am really beginning to wish I'd skipped the whole thing because it's mostly Joy's friends and family and I am bored to tears. Then I spot Len on the other side of the lawn, walking towards our hosts, and my heart skips a beat. He is looking right at me and when we make eye contact he smiles and winks at me. He goes to chat with Stan and Joy while I continue to make small talk with whomever I'm standing next to but I can't even remember her name because I keep looking at Len. He, in turn, is periodically glancing over at me. At first I think all I want is to catch up on the last few years when we finally get a chance to talk, but then I notice that he is not just looking at my face, his eyes are roving hungrily down my body, which my active lifestyle has kept pretty trim. I'll be damned, but he is undressing me with his eyes, something nobody has done with me in a very long time! I feel myself begin to get aroused, gooseflesh rising and my nipples getting hard despite the warm July day. Eventually we work our way around the fringes of the crowd until we can finally talk to each other. Len leans over to give me a kiss on the cheek, his beard brushing my ear and sending a delightful and welcome tingle down my spine.
"Sarah, you look wonderful. How's life been treating you?" he asks. We chat for a while, learning each other's recent history and trying to appear as if our bodies aren't yearning for each other. I haven't made love with or even been particularly attracted to a man in nearly a year and suddenly I become very aware of the closeness of this exceptionally sexy man, as if my body is aching to make up for nearly a year of abstinence all at once. A few other people join us and try to make conversation as we stand there in the hot sun, but we must have been giving off some kind of vibe because they each move on pretty quickly.
Eventually Len and I decide to give ourselves a tour of the house, which neither of us have seen. Stan is too busy with all his guests to play tour guide to everyone and frankly I'm a bit relieved. I know I'm hoping to find a place for us to be alone and I think Len is hoping the for the same thing. Most of the rooms inside have at least a few people in them and we try to appear interested in discussing the period details and the progress of the renovation with them, acting casual but feeling a growing sexual tension between us.
The back door opens into a small mud room with coat hooks and a bench. This, in turn, opens into a bright, sunny kitchen. The appliances badly need to be updated but I find myself envying the counter space and high ceilings. There is a walk-in pantry to the right and a formal dining room through another door to the left. Hand in hand, Len and I slowly make our way through the dining room and into a small parlor that is currently outfitted with two recliners and a large television. Woodwork in every room is in various states of being stripped and refinished, in this room only the crown molding remains painted. The room opens up into a hallway with a nearly paint-free mahogany railing and several doors to additional rooms beyond. There are party guests everywhere, so we press on. The house seems endless.
Finally, after what seems like hours of small-talk with people we don't know and will never see again, we find a dusty old formal parlor, one that obviously has not been cleared of the previous owner's old furnishings. There are velvet drapes all but obscuring the light from the windows, which haven't been washed in years. The furnishings consist of two overstuffed chairs and a big, soft looking velvet couch. I lead the way into the room and Len follows, softly closing the door behind him and leaving the noise of the party behind us. Alone at last. Len comes up behind me and pulls the full length of my body against him. I can feel that he is already hard and I wonder how long he has been walking around like that. My breath catches as he begins kissing the back of my neck and running his tongue from my ear to my collar bone. My panties are suddenly quite wet and I am fighting the urge to rip my clothes off. Len slides his hands up under my top and cups a breast in each hand, caressing gently and teasing my nipples into stiff points before easing the camisole up over my head. I turn and we kiss deeply, a long-held sigh escaping my lips with my breath. Len bends down to lick my nipples, gripping my ass with both hands as I unbutton his shirt. I can't resist running my hands through the mat of hair on his chest and down across his abdomen. I'm not the only one here who has managed to remain fit and the sight of a male torso with a defined six-pack turns me on fiercely. I drop one hand lower and stroke his erection through the fabric of his shorts. My hand is trembling as I try to control the urgency I am feeling to get him inside me.
"Oooh, Sarah, that feels sooo good." He whispers huskily into my ear. I wonder if he knows the effect these words have on me. I give his cock a squeeze and he moans softly. I want desperately to feel him against me, so I wrap my arms around his waist and press his lower body to mine. The feel of his stiff manhood through the soft fabric of my skirt makes my clit throb in delighted anticipation.
