I couldn't hold back the sigh that escaped my lips as I watched her bend over to remove a second bottle of white wine from the fridge. She was beautiful. Small, very slim with perfect curves, waves of blonde hair bouncing around her shoulders and eyes that were green, blue or grey depending which light you were looking at her in. The morning sunlight over breakfast on her balcony that morning was my personal favourite, illuminating the golden tones in her hair and giving her eyes the same deep greenish-blue intensity as the ocean. Every fibre of my body wanted her, but I couldn't let her know that.
I'm a married woman. I adore my husband, and while she was the only one who could turn my head... she's his mother. We were visiting her in his hometown, and now, I found myself home alone with her while he met his old college friends for a beer.
I forced myself to snap out of the inappropriate thoughts racing through my mind as she returned with the wine, and instead of sitting in her own seat opposite me, she sat beside me on the sofa, crossing her legs beneath her. "Let's just drink from the bottle," she grinned, and so we did, chatting about work and our lives before we met, and sharing the bottle between us.
Suddenly, she looked at me, and the smile dropped from her face. "Belle? I need to tell you something, but please don't hate me," she said quietly, and I instinctively took her hand in mine.
"Nothing you tell me could make me hate you, Ana," I whispered. "Is this about Jess?"
It was no secret that Ana preferred my husband Luka's ex partner, Jess, when we first got together and had asked him to reconsider choosing me, and I could only assume that she was about to admit it.
"God, no. The past is in the past where it belongs. It's about Luka."
"What did Luka do?" I asked, my voice shaking as I feared the worst. Was he sick? Did he cheat? What could this possibly -
"He didn't do anything," she assured me, interrupting my train of thought. "It's just- is it really fucked up that since I saw him like that this morning- oh, never mind. Sorry." She took a long swig of wine, finishing what was left in the bottle.
My mind drifted back to that morning. Ana and I had woken up before Luka, and had gone to the balcony to eat breakfast. We'd woken him up by laughing, and he'd wandered out to join us. Still half asleep, his dark hair tousled and partly hanging down into his dark brown eyes. He was only in his underwear, and apparently hadn't noticed the morning wood bulging against the tight black boxers. I'd grown wet immediately and fucked him senseless as soon as we got back to his bedroom- I cut myself off before I turned myself on again thinking of the things I did to him, and turned my attention back to Ana.
"Oh, God. I remember, he came out half naked. Did he make you feel uncomfortable? I can try to have a word and tell him not to do it again," I offered.
"Don't," interjected Ana, a second too quickly, and put her head in her hands. I moved closer to her and stroked her hair.
"Will you please tell me what's on your mind?" I said softly, and she looked up at me with a pained expression in her eyes.
"I... I liked seeing him like that," she breathed, in a barely audible whisper.
A silence fell as I tried to process what she was telling me.
"Are you saying that you find Luka attractive?"
"No-" she balked, then her voice softened again. "Well, I don't think so. Not really. I'm not jealous or anything. But since I saw him like that, especially how... you know. How big he is. I've been having thoughts. Sexual thoughts. Is that terrible?"
"Probably no less terrible than the fact that I've wanted you since I met you, and when you were bent over getting the wine bottle out of the fridge it took every ounce of my self control not to come up behind you, lift your dress and start eating you from the back," I blurted out. I don't know if I said it in a misguided attempt to make her feel better or simply for myself, but it was out before I could think about it.
Ana took a sharp gasp of air, and we both stared into each other's eyes, wondering what to say, what to do, what the fuck was going on. And suddenly she was in my lap. My fingers found a grip of her hair and I kissed her deeply, my tongue parting her soft lips and hers immediately responding and exploring my mouth. I kissed her passionately until she broke away to take a breath, and moved down to start kissing her neck and opening the buttons on the front of her little sky blue dress.
When I first took her small, dusky pink nipple into my mouth she let out a low, shaky sigh and grabbed my hair, murmuring Serbian words I didn't understand, and began grinding against me, thrusting her hips, and I knew she was mine. I moved her off my lap and placed her on the sofa again, and moved to kneel in front of her, opening her legs and placing soft, feather light kisses from her ankles all the way up to her slender thighs before noticing she had no underwear on.
"You don't wear panties?" I asked, looking up at her and gently kissing the soft thatch of golden hair on her mound.
"I do," she said. "But they were soaked after... this morning... especially after listening to you two. To Luka."
I couldn't believe what she was saying, but I knew better than to let myself really think about it for too long. Instead of licking her immediately as I'd planned, I slowly traced the slit between her lips with my fingers, feeling how wet she was. She gasped when I brushed against her clitoris, and again as I slid one finger, then two, into her.
