It had been building up for a while. She had been gaining confidence around guys and I'd been more and more friendly towards her and taken an interest in her life. We'd spent more time talking with each other recently, and it became increasingly clear that there was a connection developing between us. It was the occasional lingering glance, the smile combined with a gaze that was held just a little bit too long, and the deliberate attempt to avoid all bodily contact. Whilst the latter may seem strange, it was almost as if we knew between us that if we did touch each other it might become too much to resist the temptation. Unfortunately, the temptation very much had to be resisted.
She is my girlfriend's housemate. The same girlfriend who has been becoming increasingly more annoying and less like a girlfriend and more like a wife of 30 challenging years. To an outsider it may not have seemed unsurprisingly to think that Janice, my girlfriend, was actually my sister the way she treated me sometimes. I had only known Faye for about a year, and only really properly for a couple of months, as she had started to come out of her shell.
The first time I ever saw Faye, I was attracted to her straight away. It was the middle of the summer and she was wearing the most stunning combination of clothes you could hope for when making a first impression. She had on a mid-thigh length black skirt and white tights with black pumps. She looked incredible, and that was before I even began to take in her upper body. I was in my girlfriends house, and we were on the bottom floor having just arrived back from the cinema. I had heard all about Faye, but had yet to meet her...
I could hear her coming down the stairs from the top floor with a deftness that defines her. She seems to effortlessly glide with the confidence of a super model when she walks. We heard her coming down and turned to look at the stairs. I was in particular quite keen to see what she was like. She did not disappoint. The first thing to appear were her toned calves as she came into view near the bottom of the spiral staircase. Seeing the white tights, and then the combination of them with the tight, thigh-length black skirt that appeared at the top of her long well-defined legs was an astonishing sight. I suppressed an audible gasp by turning it into slight cough.
She was speaking to someone on her phone and initially didn't realise we were there. She looked up mid sentence, and her expression showed the surprise spread quickly over her face, before turning into a slight blush as her eyes fell on me, and met my appreciate gaze. I couldn't help but admire her delectable form.
After the initial meeting it took quite a while for her to open up, and say a little more than "how are you? how was your day?" small talk whenever I went round there, but over time she became quite chatty and I enjoyed our little interchanges more and more.
Even though we spent more time together, it was always as a threesome, very rarely did my girlfriend leave us alone together. When she occasionally did, I especially enjoyed the conversation with the lingering glances. Her hazel eyes were immensely beautiful, and her smile captivating. I often wished I got to enjoy them more than I did. That said, me and my girlfriend were coasting along in our relationship seemingly happy on the surface, with her nagging levels ever increasing and my resentment at this heading the same way, but both of us just accepting it, for what it was.
So what happened to change all this? My girlfriend's father was visiting us, and as is his want he took the four of us out to dinner. We went to a local Thai restaurant, and were led to a fairly small circular table in the back where there was "mood" lighting (hopefully they hadn't mistaken it as a double date!). I sat opposite her father, and the girls took the spaces between us. I had Faye to my right, and Janice to my left. The thing about spending time with Janice's father was that it was never uneventful - he liked his wine, and liked everyone else to enjoy it. I was more than happy to oblige of course, but Janice has a tendency to get emotional after a bit of alcohol. Faye, on the other hand didn't usually drink very much. Upon sitting down he glanced at the wine list, and ordered up two bottles for the table. Everything was set for the drama to unfold... but little did I know quite what would happen.
The meal was going well, we all got through a large glass of wine or so each and conversation was flowing with Faye was looking a little flushed (which only served to heighten her beauty). She caught me glancing at her on a couple of occasions and she smiled sweetly, but subtly. It wasn't long before the waitress came to order our food. Janice ordered her meal first and then headed off to the toilet. While her Dad was perusing the menu again, ordering his food and several side dishes for the table, I turned to Faye and said "Having fun?" and she just grinned, mischievously, taking her eyes down to my waist level and then back up to meet my eyes, while her tongue licked her lips seductively. She was turning me on a lot right at this point, I was feeling particularly horny - I had been for much of the day in fact. I was tempted to join my girlfriend in the toilet for a quick release. If I had left right away then, I would most likely have caught her still in there, but decided against it for some reason.
We probably weren't being very subtle, and when the waitress turned to take my order she gave me a not so subtle wink too, and I just grinned at her and ordered my Duck red curry, with their famous sticky rice. As she leant over me slightly to take Faye's order, she gave me a nice view of her cleavage and this gave me a quick idea. I cautiously slid my right hand under the table, and ever so gently rested it on Faye's right thigh. She was wearing a fairly short skirt with no tights so I was touching her bare skin and it instantly sent a warm fuzzy feeling through me. She let out an audible gasp as I touched her for the first time ever. She recovered her composure quickly and continued to give her order to the knowing waitress, so I upped the ante and started to slide my hand gently up her soft leg. I could feel her thigh tense up in anticipation of how far I would take it. Although I badly wanted to keep going and going, I stopped when I felt the fabric of her skirt and only slid my little finger under the material. I left it there for a short while, and as the waitress pulled up having finished taking her order I pulled my hand away too, leaving us both wanting more. I chose not to look at Faye after that, and we both just resumed where we had left off with the conversation about global warming with Janice's father. He was oblivious to what had just gone on fortunately, and despite me wanting to do it again I knew it would be a disaster getting caught so I thought better of it.
By the time Janice came back to the table, my heart beat had returned back to normal and although Faye looked flush, it was probably perceived by the others that the wine was the cause, and either way no one was going to be rude and mention it. We tucked into our meals, and I feasted on the spring rolls in sweet chilli sauce - they were fantastic. Everyone was enjoying themselves and the wine was being quickly devoured with Janice's dad ensuring our glasses were frequently topped up. Faye and I would occasionally rub our legs together, with me taking the lead mostly and pushing my leg into hers only for her to move her leg ever so slightly against mine erotically.
