Imagine my surprise to find my best friend's boyfriend seducing my new boyfriend not more than eight feet from where they thought I was sleeping...
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My name is Marie. I am a freelancer in Chicago. I've stayed unmarried into my thirties because I haven't wanted to give up my independence--dating whomever I want--and because I couldn't find a man that I wanted to wake up next to for the rest of my life.
But I've just this month started rethinking that. I met Steven at a party two months ago, and I've been captivated.
Steven is a living dream. Yes, it's early in our relationship and maybe I have stars in my eyes. But he's intelligent and funny. He's also a good and honest person.
But I confess much of my immediate attraction was physical. His face is handsome with sharp cheekbones and a masculine jawline. I love his mouth--full lips and an impish smile framing perfect white teeth. He is average height and slim with muscles in the right places. He has large oval-shaped green eyes that hypnotize me and most other women. He has wavy black hair that shimmers in the light. And--double confession: I especially love his full, rounded ass--looking at it, caressing it, and more.
Even more fun: He becomes uninhibited in bed after only a couple of drinks. It doesn't take much, considering that he drinks infrequently. He likes to dance at the local nightspots--though not very well, ha ha. When we go out, the drinks flow and we have fun and he usually attacks me when we get home. He loves to use his mouth on me and then to fuck me in every position. I love his cock and we make love several times a week, more on vacation.
Derek was the long-time boyfriend of my best friend Giselle. She and I have been friends for about ten years. She's one of the few people I can talk about anything with. I mean everything. She knows all my secrets about boyfriends and dreams and life. We'd both sort-of known Derek before Giselle started dating him, and he had a bad reputation for trying to screw anything that moved. But women made it easy for him, as they chased him and seem to fall for him easily. He played the field and seemed to make it a point to not let any one of them get their hooks into him. Giselle had changed all that.
I have to admit he is good-looking, and he is a little taller and more muscular than Steven, but he's not quite my type. Fortunately, I've never had any problems with him coming on to me.
Well, I do have just one little Derek problem, something nagging in my memory.
Giselle and I had started sharing an apartment early in our friendship, before Giselle met Derek and before I met Steven. Here's the nagging memory: I once walked in on Giselle and Derek when she was feasting on his cock in the living room. He was naked from the waist up and was well built, to say the least. But the two of them stopped when they heard me enter, and her mouth left his dick with a plop. Derek was hung like a horse! His cock was stunningly long and thick, and with a huge, bulbous head.
Giselle turned and smiled at me in embarrassment, kneeling on the floor before that giant appendage. Derek made no move to cover himself and just looked over at me. For a moment I was frozen, staring at his cock. It was mesmerizing. Then I shook myself, apologized, and left the apartment.
He isn't my type. Really. But that was a strangely erotic moment. Once in a while I recall clearly what I'd seen. It made me wonder. I now understood at least part of what made Giselle so into Derek. Sometimes when we were talking about men, she'd make remarks about Derek's size and how amazing he felt when he was inside her.
But when I met Steven I was swept into my own romance, and for a couple of weeks I saw less of Giselle and Derek.
Then a weekend was coming up, and the four of us decided to go out for a couples evening. For me and Giselle a double-date with our boyfriends would be fun, and when they'd met Derek seemed to like Steven so it seemed we'd all enjoy each other's company.
Almost right away it got a little strange.
After the first round of drinks had gone, I caught Derek staring at Steven's ass as Steven went off to get the next round. I wrote it off to the alcohol. And, after all, Steven does have a great ass. But then Derek seemed to be staring at Steven's crotch when he returned with the drinks.
Giselle and I then got talking again and we forgot about the boys. The next time I looked over the two men were sitting quite close to each other in the booth. The bar music wasn't that loud, so it wasn't like they needed to be so close to converse. I didn't know what to make of that.
A little later Giselle and I went off to the bathroom for a few minutes, and when we came back I was surprised to see Derek and Steven sitting even closer to each other, if that was possible, their thighs touching and their heads angled close, talking privately between them. It was like they hadn't even noticed we'd gone and returned.
That didn't matter, though, because a minute later Derek looked up and suggested we go someplace more comfortable.
Giselle suggested our apartment. As it happened, we'd all gone in Giselle's car, and I sat in the front seat to keep her company while Derek and Steven climbed into the back.
I happened to look back a minute late and saw Derek casually take Steven's hand and put it in his lap! What communication between the two of them had led to this? I saw Steven's hand flex as he squeezed what was there. I could imagine clearly what he was feeling, as I again recalled what I'd seen that time I'd walked in on Giselle and Derek. The two guys didn't seem to have noticed my glance, and I turned back to stare out the front window of the car, trying to process what seemed to be happening in the back.
By the time we got back to the apartment, the guys were sitting a little separated, like nothing had happened. We all went inside, and Steven went to the bathroom. I got everyone a drink.
We have two couches that face one another and a coffee table in between, as well as a reclining chair facing the couches. Giselle had taken the recliner, and Derek seated himself on the other couch across from it close to the TV.
I turned on the television with the sound off and put some music on the stereo. I left the lights off as the television gave off enough soft, flickering light. Steven was still in the bathroom. So I laid out on the couch opposite to the one Derek was on.
Steven entered the living room, finally returning from the bathroom, and hesitated. I saw him look at the space on the couch next to Derek, look over and see that I had occupied the entire length of the other couch. He then went and sat on Derek's couch, though at the other end of it.
