11 comments/ 31949 views/ 21 favorites Cheating Heart By: the_sex_kitten Work was dragging on despite the constant stream of customers walking in and out. I hadn't rung up one person who wasn't buying something red, pink, white or chocolate. The irritation built up inside me every time I had to clench my teeth and joke back with them about having to 'make their woman happy,' or 'please their man.' One woman told me she woke up to breakfast in bed, with a platter of chocolate covered fruit and a bouquet of flowers. She winked as she left, telling me she hoped I would be just as lucky later on. I laughed and agreed, but I knew I wouldn't. I tried to initiate some passionate morning sex with Mike that morning, but he shrugged me off. "I'm fucking tired, leave me alone." He was the only guy I'd ever been with who didn't like morning sex. When he did roll out of bed, I tried to get him to shower with me, but he wasn't interested, even after I told him it was Valentine's Day and I'd do anything (yes, anything) he wanted me to. But at 30 he'd lost his sex drive too young. He was never that sexual of a guy, but the past couple months had been really bad. There's only so much an attractive 27 year old woman can do before she starts to give up...and I was getting to that point. We had discussed having kids the year before and I had gotten off the pill, which made my sex drive spike up. Everyday I was uncomfortably wet, rarely getting the opportunity to relieve the tension with him. Any discussions about his lack of sexual urges were waved off without concern. "I'm stressed." He would say, but it never subsided. Which is why I never felt too bad about my fantasies that didn't include him. I felt guilty at first, because I'd never been the kind of woman to need a fantasy to get off. But that was, of course, when there was a man there to do the job. When I'm alone, I need something to get me there. I started watching porn a bit more and daydreaming about all kinds of sexy celebrities. It always worked, but as the time went on, the thrill of other men started to get stronger and my fantasies weren't doing it for me. So, when Mike's old Army buddy, Drew, moved back to our town and came out to dinner with us, I laid it on thick. Mike didn't even notice,and if he did notice, he didn't even pretend to care. Drew picked up on it, and I could tell he was enjoying it. There was strong sexual chemistry between us, and the tension was so thick sometimes I couldn't handle it. For the first couple months, I made sure to never be around him without Mike. Though our relationship was falling apart and was barely anything more than platonic, I didn't want to be that girlfriend that cheats. Last week, Drew, Mike and I were meeting for drinks at a bar the guys used to frequent in college. Mike called to say he had to stay late at work, leaving Drew and I to drink by ourselves for a bit. It was awkward at first, because we were both fighting the urge to jump at each other. He didn't want to be attracted to his old buddies' girl and I didn't want to deceive my boyfriend that way. But as the drinks went down, so did our inhibitions. Nothing serious happened that night, but he did get a bit touchy. A touch on the arm here, his fingers brushing my lower back there. I started to feel tingly as the alcohol kicked in, and blood started to rush to places that could lead to dangerous things...luckily, Mike walked in before I could do anything stupid. But the days following, Drew and I struck up a friendship through texting. Our conversations were nothing scandalous, though he did throw in a compliment every now and again. It was nice to hear, because Mike stopped complimenting me years ago. We met in college when there were other women around to compare me to, and for him to see I outshined them. Nowadays, he saw only me, and he was getting bored. And so was I. Mike was an average guy, maybe even a little chubby. He was hairy everywhere, which I don't mind, but a little manscaping never hurt anyone. Drew was built, as he had continued in the military after Mike went to college. His arms were as thick as my thighs and his veins were dark and beautiful. He was much taller than me, and his hair was just starting to grow back from the standard Army shave. His chest was puffed up and not nearly as covered as Mike's, from what I could see from the collar of his shirt. I imagined that his stomach was sculpted and his legs were strong. It was getting hard to ignore his sexual beauty in the midst of my diminished sex life... So on Valentine's Day, when Drew texted me saying we should go out, my mind started racing, and blood rushed downwards until I was tingly and warm. Just the thought of seeing him made my stomach turn. Guys always say they get 'blue balls,' and I always thought it was bullshit, but I think it happens to women too. Getting denied of sex for so long was making me want to jump any guy that looked my way, and Drew was making a clear effort to see me. I especially craved sex on this day reserved for romance. I called Mike on my break, and he said he'd already talked to Drew. We were meeting at Harvest Bar at 8pm. He'd just drive there after work. I had time to go home and be alone for a bit...which was good, because I didn't think I could last the rest of the day and night around hot men with the overwhelming horniness building up inside me. *********************************** I threw my things in my purse--a couple of chocolate bars and candies from admiring customers--and searched around for my keys. "Doing anything special tonight? We're going out. I don't know where. Tom is surprising me with a romantic evening, but he won't tell me anything about it!" Claire giggled. I usually loved working with Claire, but her and her boyfriend were so cheesy and annoying that lately I tried to avoid her and her sappy stories. "That's great. Have fun." She nodded without looking up from the screen of her phone. Who knew that you could feel worse being in a relationship on Valentine's Day than being single? I tried to avoid the Valentine's aisle as I walked out the door to leave. When I got home, my breasts were throbbing. They were aching to be touched, as it had been so long since they'd seen any attention. If my boyfriend wasn't going to give me awesome passionate sex, I could at least give myself some. I walked into the bathroom and started the water, pouring some lavender bubble bath into the tub. I lit some candles and set them on the sink and the edge of the bath. It was cliché, but I didn't care. I needed to relieve myself and I wanted some form of romance on this day. I looked at myself in the full length mirror on the door. My boobs were round and had gotten bigger in my 20's. They were probably C's, but I always wore B bras in order to make my cleavage look bigger. Mike rarely noticed. He said he was a butt guy, but I just didn't have much of one. Mine was too toned. I tried to stay in shape, which was just another thing he wasn't interested in because he didn't work out anymore. My blonde hair went just past my nipples, which tickled them as it moved across the sensitive skin. I shivered. Such a gentle touch just turned me on more, and I decided to get in the bathtub since I was already wet... I climbed into the warm water slowly. It felt like slipping into the arms of a big, strong, warm-bodied man. I laid my head back on the tub and relaxed. Living in Florida, finding a woman with long blonde hair and big boobs wasn't too difficult, but I liked to think I was different. My lips were thin, and my fingers were long. I was completely and utterly feminine, and like any woman, I strived to be attractive. I grabbed my razor and started to pull it along the inner lines of my thighs, taking the hair right off. For Valentine's Day, which design should I make? A landing strip? A 'V?' Or should I make it bare? I decided to go with bare. I slowly rubbed down with the razor, grazing my clit with the sides of my fingers. I kept going until it was all gone, and then I couldn't take it anymore. I reached up and grabbed the handheld shower hose, which my friend told me worked wonders. I turned on the water, just enough to make it vibrate a little bit, and placed it right on my hotspot. I gasped at the sheer intensity of the feeling, and could tell immediately that it wasn't going to last long. I gripped my left breast with my left hand as my right hand ran circles around my pussy with the shower head. My nipples were hardening and it made me want a man so bad...I thought of Drew groping me the way I was groping myself, and it brought me over the edge. My waist bucked upwards and I yelled out, splashing water all over the floor. Even though the water was warm, I could tell I was sweating from my orgasm. It felt so wrong to come thinking about another man that wasn't a celebrity, but it was so taboo and immoral that it felt so good. I laid back in tired post-orgasm fashion before getting out and getting ready. I had just put the towel around me when the doorbell rang. 'Who could that be?' I wondered. Not feeling like throwing on clothes, I answered in my towel and up-high ponytail. The delivery boy seemed ashamed and wouldn't look at me, just handed me a bouquet of pink roses with baby's breath in between the stems. I closed the door in awe. Did Mike really have flowers delivered to me? Maybe I was being too hard on him...I pulled out the little card and opened it up. 'Lane, I know Mike can be an ass, and he probably didn't get you anything for Valentine's Day. But I can't have a friend like you thinking she's not beautiful. Let's have this be our little secret? -Drew.' My heart melted and the feelings I had just relieved came rushing right back. He was sweet and sexy and I wanted him more than I'd wanted anything in as long as I could remember. I was going to dress to impress, and make him want me the way I wanted him. I walked into the bar like I knew I looked good--because I did. I blow dried my hair upside down, making it fluffy and big, and I put on the sexiest pair of lacey red lingerie I had. I wore a short plaid skirt and tight black v-neck. My cleavage showed without me having to bend over and my legs went on forever. I had put on self tanner--I was tan, blonde and hot. Single guys drinking their loneliness away tried to pretend like they weren't staring, but I knew they were. It made me feel good. Mike should see that a girl like me could fuck any guy she wants, and I just might... Drew was sitting at the opposite end of the bar, and he stopped mid-sentence to the bartender when he saw me. He had been bringing his beer to his lips, and his mouth hung open. I waved flirtatiously and he lifted a hand. The bartender whispered something, laughed, and walked away. "Hey you." I took the stool next to him. "Uhm, hey. Ahem." He cleared his throat. "Wow, you look great." He eyes scoped me out up and down. I tried to hide my satisfied smile. I was feeling girly and selfish, and I wanted to be doted upon. "Can I get a beer?" I called the bartender over. "Anything for you, sugar." He winked and put a coaster down in front of me. "Corona, with lime." He nodded and reached under the bar. "So, Mike here yet?" I turned back to Drew, who was still looking at me. He shook his head. "Something wrong?" I smiled and cocked my head at him. He gave me a side smirk and said no. The look in his eyes had changed. He no longer looked like the great sweet guy I knew. His eyes had turned dark, plotting something animalistic...they were burning with lust. I tried so hard to keep my eyes from diverting down to his lap. I grabbed my beer and took out the lime, and began tonguing the top of my beer neck in a seductive way. "Stop it!" Drew laughed, slapping me lightly on the thigh before taking a swig of his drink. "I got your delivery." I tried to be a little serious. "Oh yeah?" Drew said, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah. Is that all, or do you have anything else for me?" I had no idea Drew could be shy, but his cheeks turned red. "Lane, come on. Mike's my friend." "Speak of the devil..." Mike walked over and sat down next to us without a word. "Hey babe." I stood up and walked over to him, rubbing my hand up his leg and nibbling his ear. He tilted his head away from my mouth. "What are you doing?" He asked, ordering a beer. "Trying to be sexy for you." I giggled and wrapped my arms around his chest. He didn't respond, but I could see the jealousy in Drew's eyes, which is what I was aiming for. The guys sat and small-talked about their day, while I sat there quietly, studying Drew's body through his clothes. He was wearing a tight black shirt, showing every bulge of muscle, and jeans. Mike was at such an angle that he couldn't see the bar underneath our arms, and when Drew said something funny, I smacked his upper leg lightly. I felt the material of his jeans rise up a little, and Drew bit his lip. He couldn't possibly hold out much longer. 'Hello?' Mike pulled his phone out of his pocket and answered. Drew and I sat in silence as he walked away to hear clearer. 'Having fun?' I asked Drew, who looked at me with that deep lustful stare. He smiled and ordered us each another beer. I was sort of a light weight, and being on my third beer, I was starting to feel pretty loose and daring. "Hey, I gotta go back into work." Mike came back and said. 'Make sure she gets home alright, Drew?' I looked at Drew, who said, 'Sure man, she'll be fine. I got her.' My stomach had butterflies as I thought about spending the rest of the night alone with Drew. It was a repeat of last week's bar night, but this time, Mike wasn't coming back to interrupt us. 'I'm feeling kinda tipsy.' I smiled at him. 'I don't think I should be driving.' 'I can give you a ride.' He smiled. I think it was then that I decided. I had been hopeful that something would happen, but it was then that I really made up my mind to sleep with him. 'I'm kinda tired from work. Can you take me now?' I started to get up and grabbed my purse. "Yeah, sure.' I started to pull my wallet out when Drew put his hand over mine. 'I got it.' He said, while pulling bills out and leaving them on the bar. He nodded to the bartender, who gave us a wave. As we walked out of the bar, I lost my footing on the step to the parking lot, and Drew caught my elbow to keep me from falling. "Careful." He said, as he held my arm on the way to his truck. "Thanks for taking me home. I hate taking cabs by myself. I never trust the drivers.' I turned my head back to face him and realized he had been watching my ass. I made an effort to shake my hips a little more as I walked. "I can't let a pretty lady like you take a cab on Valentine's Day. Some guys will do anything to get you into bed with them...' 'Oh yeah?' I turned to him and winked. He laughed and unlocked his truck. 'Get in the truck. Music?' He asked, pressing on the radio. He turned on some rock station that played songs that I didn't know. It was loud and full of bass and it made me feel excited. I was only a little tipsy but it was enough to rev me up deep down. I turned to Drew, whose arm veins were bulging and glistening in the Florida heat and I felt a wave of warmth wash over me. I felt like I needed to make my move, so I put my hand on his upper thigh. He raised his eyebrow at me, but didn't say anything. 'I won't say anything to Mike.' I looked deep in his eyes and he inhaled deeply. For a second, I thought he was going to say no, but then he looked back to the road and stepped on the gas. Our house wasn't far from Harvest, so it didn't take us long to get there. He pulled into the driveway and shut off the truck. He sat there with his hands on the keys for a moment. I looked down and saw the bulge of his pants and was wet instantly. He turned to look at me. 'Lane...I think about you every night. Damnit, do you even know how sexy you are?" I blushed and crossed my legs, the friction feeling like a spark through my body, igniting my horniness even more. 'Every morning I wake up hard as a rock and wish you were there to fix it for me...It's painful to be around you because all I can think of is what I want to do to you." "Why don't you show me?" I said, and he reached over, roughly grabbed my head, and pulled me into him. His kiss wasn't gentle--it was rough and wild. His tongue reached every corner of my mouth and his breath was so hot on my lips. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back, kissing down my neck. 'You're fucking beautiful. I want to fuck you so bad.' He pulled my hand to get me on his lap. Even through his jeans I could feel him, and he pushed his waist up into me. He opened the door with one arm and pulled my legs around his waist, carrying me into the house He was so strong. I rubbed my hands up and down his back and could feel his muscles flex. When we got in the house, he set me down in the entrance way and pulled off his shirt. I was stunned. He looked better than I ever imaged. He had a chiseled six pack, with sex lines so deep, leading down...He was dark from working in the sun and his skin looked so smooth...looking at him almost brought me over the edge. Drew ripped off my tank top and tickled my nipples through the lace of my bra. I started to kiss down his nearly-bare, ripped chest until I got to his sex lines. I licked slowly down the diagonals of them until I got to the button of his jeans. He threw his head back and moaned a deep, lustful moan. I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down, letting him step out. His cock wasn't even in his boxers--it had probably been popping out for the past 20 mins. He was bigger than I expected, bigger than I'd ever been with, probably around nine inches. He was also circumcised. Mike wasn't. It was so beautiful...the tip was thick and round, so hard and throbbing that it had a purple-ish tint. There was a small spot of pre-cum oozing out from the tip, and I stuck my tongue out and licked it up. Drew shivered. I pulled his boxers off and saw that his balls were in perfect comparison to the rest of him. I grabbed them violently, but he didn't complain. He gasped and tightened his grip on my hair. With one hand gripping and slightly massaging his boys, I used my other hand to explore up and down his chiseled stomach and chest. I circled the tip of his cock with my tongue before attempting to deep throat him. I couldn't get him all the way in, but I got him as far as I could. 'Fuck, Lane. You are so damn hot.' One quick deep throat and out and he bucked out and pulled me up to him. 'Make it last. You're so gorgeous I could come right now.' He held me out at arms length and took a deep breath, trying to keep himself from losing it. Then he looked at me with that look that made me soaking wet and pushed me gently against the wall. He raised one of my legs up to his waist, and I put my hands around his neck. He pulled my other leg up the same way until he was completely holding me against the wall. He reached under my skirt and ripped my thong right off. "I'll buy you another one...' He said deep and breathlessly, in between sucking my neck and breasts. "It's okay.' I whispered. He leaned back slightly so that the only thing between us was his long, pulsating dick. 'Are you ready for this?" He asked with that beautiful side smirk. I nodded excitedly. He held up my skirt and stuck two fingers in, finding my dripping wet slit. "Mmm." He moaned, slipping them in easily, wiggling them around. I moaned loudly and he laughed/ "Yeah baby, I wanna make you moan." He pulled his fingers out and jammed them back in repeatedly. I started running my fingers through his hair and gripping the small curls in pure pleasure. He pulled his fingers out and stuck just the tip of his head into me. He rubbed the head back and forth and up and down, teasing me. Cheating Heart "You want this, baby?" I nodded, with my eyes closed. "Do you really want it?" "Fuck, put it in me!" I screamed, slapping his chest. With a loud grunt, he shoved his cock inside of me. I lost my breath briefly, inhaling deeply. There was a little bit of pain but it hurt so good. "You are so fucking hard." I sighed, scratching at his back. It felt so good I almost wanted to stop. It wasn't a feeling I was used to. He bounced me up and down while slamming me into the wall. It didn't hurt. Or maybe it did, but I couldn't think of anything but this sexy man inside of me. 'You feel so warm, Lane. So warm and wet. I could fuck you all night.' He groaned and rubbed his hand up and down my freshly shaven legs and mound. "You're so perfect. Mmm. I never want to cum..." He carried me to the kitchen table and laid me on my stomach. His arms were so strong and the muscles tightened as he lowered me, making my pussy throb in pleasure. He kept my legs outstretched on either side of him and entered me, standing from behind. I moaned and laid my head on my hands. He started to go at it--fast--leaving me nearly in tears. It felt so good that I didn't know what to do with myself. I was pounding my fists on the table and screaming on and off. My eyes started to water and I was clenching every muscle in my body. "Fuck me, Drew! Ugh, you feel so good!" He was so big he didn't fit all the way, but that was alright. From the tight position we were in, I could feel every little pulse and throb of his cock inside of me. The head rubbed against the top of my pussy wall, rubbing my g-spot and making me feel like I had to pee. It was going to happen. I suddenly pictured Mike walking in the door, seeing him see Drew ravaging me from behind on the kitchen table, me screaming in pleasure. I was being unfaithful, and it felt so dangerous. The thrill of being caught brought me over the edge. Drew rammed into me one more time and it was like he hit a wall. It felt like everything in my body rushed out through my pussy, and I screamed bloody murder. I felt a rush of liquid and my body relaxed completely. I thought I passed out. Drew pulled out only slightly, a smile of pride on his face. I managed to turn to face him. 'Keep going.' I whispered, barely able to catch my hyperventilating breath, slipping back and forth on the table from the sweat dripping from between my tits and my hip bones. He grabbed my legs again and started a constant rhythm of in and out. It was so sensitive, I didn't think I could handle it. "Oh yeah baby, I'm gonna cum." I turned again to face him, and he closed his eyes and bit his lip. His final thrusts were the most intense, and it brought me over the edge again, at the same time as him. I felt the hot sticky liquid shoot into my pussy, and he pushed into me further than he had the whole time. I clenched around him in orgasmic waves and I didn't want him to take himself out of me. He let go of my legs and leaned his body over my ass, rubbing my back and neck. "Lane...that was the best I've ever had." He pulled one of my legs over his head and turned me over, keeping himself inside of me. I sat up as much as I could, and he pulled me in to a deep, passionate kiss. "This is the best Valentine's Day ever." I smirked. 'It's only 10. The night is young. It's not over yet." He thrusted into me and I could feel his cock beginning to harden again. "I'm pretty sweaty. I think I need a shower." I said, squeezing his ass with one hand. "Can I join?" He smirked, picking me up and carrying me up the stairs. It was going to be a long night. Cheating Hearts "The fuckwad!" Mollie stood beside the answering machine, her whole body trembling and her eyes burning as she struggled to keep her tears from spilling over her hot cheeks. She clenched her hands into fists and dug her manicured fingernails into her palm until pain shot through her. The sensation did not relieve any of the anger flooding through her body. "The dick head!" she growled. How could he do this on Valentine's Day? Of all days to blow her off, he had to do it on Valentine's Day, the anniversary of the first time she had met him. Through three years of dating and six years of marriage, they had always marked Valentine's as a special day in their lives. Their marriage had been good through four years and nine months. She still loved Bobby and was almost certain that he still loved her. However, for the last five months, things had not been as good. He had been spending more time at work. At first she had given his extra time at work to his promotion. Their income had increased and she knew his new responsibilities must take more time. If it had been just more time at work, perhaps she would not have been concerned. Things had changed in all parts of their life, though. Conversations were thin and monosyllabic. Affection was nonexistent. She suspected that he was having an affair and until today it had not really bothered her. But today, of all days, that secret knowledge infuriated her. She was still his wife. He still came home to her. They were still going to spend Valentine's Day, their day, together. Now things were different. She supposed it was ridiculous to think that Valentine's Day being sacred to them was nothing more than a silly, hopelessly romantic notion. It was a day for people who were in love, and though she still loved Bobby, she knew, though she could not admit it to herself, that they were no longer in love. "Ass," she hissed at the phone, storming toward the bedroom. She kicked off her heels and reached around her back to unzip her dress. She caught a glimpse of herself in the full length mirror hanging on the back of her closet. She paused, allowing her eyes to sweep over her reflection. The red dress was ridiculously short. When she bent forward, it hugged her round rear. Her legs were firm and sculpted. She put on the heels again and admired the way her stockinged thighs and calves extended from the hem of the skirt. The bodice was a low cut "V" that revealed plenty of cleavage. She wore a bra that lifted her breasts and pushed them together. A diamond pendant he had given her on their fourth Valentine's hung against her breastbone. The shape of the charm directed the viewer's attention to the round, firm globes. Her long, sandy brown hair flowed around her face. The edges curled against her cheeks and chin. Earrings that matched the pendant dangled from her lobes. Make-up expertly hid what few blemishes age had placed at the corners of her eyes and mouth. Her lips were full and matched the dress. "Ass," she repeated, but this time the disgusted insult was directed toward herself. What had she hoped to rekindle by looking stunning tonight? Did she think she could knock him off his feet all over and make everything right again? Had she really thought a hot red dress, a nice dinner, and an intimate night in their bed would make them love each other again? She reached to unzip the dress again, regretting the money she had spent and wondering if she could return it to the store for a refund. She continued studying her reflection, twisting and turning in front of the mirror. She wondered if Bobby would have appreciated the pains she had taken to look her best for him. "Fuck him," she spat, shaking her head with determination. She looked fabulous. She had spent money and time to look her best for her ungrateful husband. If he wasn't going to bother to come home and enjoy the view, she could still enjoy her ability to turn heads. She pulled her wrap around her shoulders, picked up her small purse and car keys, and stormed to the garage. She slipped behind the wheel and gripped it in her hands, trying to decide where to go. She had intended to surprise Bobby with a meal at his favorite restaurant, a little Italian bistro on the other side of town. She didn't want to go to a restaurant where other couples would be celebrating the day of love. She didn't want to see couples who were happy and still in love. She didn't want to watch love blossoming. She didn't want to be reminded of what she had once had with Bobby. She cranked the car and started driving, still struggling to hold her tears inside. They burned as she fought against the emotion welling inside her. She knew why she had chosen to ignore his affair. If she turned a blind eye to his cheating, then she could also ignore The Kiss. That's the way she thought about it. It was The Kiss, with capital letters. Jill Conner was Mollie's boss's boss. She wasn't in the local office very often, but the tall woman always made time to stop at Mollie's desk. Mollie had assumed it was professional courtesy and had dismissed the way her heart seemed to beat a little faster when she saw Conner milling about the office and the way she couldn't stop smiling whenever the woman would lean against her desk. Days seemed lighter when Conner was in town. Three months ago, Conner had started spending more time at Mollie's desk. More often than not, their conversation had drifted away from trivial small talk and work details. Conner had eventually asked Mollie out for lunch, but Mollie had declined. She wanted to deny the good feelings Conner aroused in her. She was vaguely reminded of the way Bobby had made her feel when they were falling in love. She certainly didn't want to admit that Conner made her feel even better. She had started avoiding Conner after the lunch invitation. When Conner would come into the office, Mollie would spend time filing, copying, or delivering mail. She would not be at her desk when Conner had free time. Two weeks ago, Conner had finally caught Mollie in the supply closet, her hands full of paper clips, empty folders, and staples. Conner had shut the door behind her, trapping Mollie in the narrow room. Mollie had stepped away, the shelves digging into her back as Conner had advanced. "I'm not exactly sure what I did to make you hate me," Conner had stated in her matter-of-fact southern accent. "I would like the opportunity to apologize and make amends." Mollie's mouth moved wordlessly, so Conner continued. "I miss our little chats, Mollie Donavon. I'd like it very much if you stopped running from me." Mollie avoided looking at Conner, staring at the floor and the supplies piled on the shelves. She avoided Conner's intense green eyes. She didn't think she could lie to Conner if she had to look into the tall woman's eyes. "I'm not running from you. I really don't know what you are talking about." Conner remained silent and unmoving. Excuse me," Mollie whispered. "I really need to get back to my desk." Conner still did not budge. "If you are not running, then what are you doing now? Why can't you stand to be in the same room with me anymore?" Mollie continued to stare at the floor so Conner moved even closer. "Did I overstep a boundary when I invited you to lunch?" Mollie could feel Conner's warm breath and the heat of her presence. The strong body had her trapped, though Mollie knew that if she attempted to push passed her superior, Conner would step aside. Mollie tried to imagine doing just that. She tried to picture herself shouldering by Conner and fleeing from the small space. The visual image did nothing to bolster her courage. She would have to touch Conner to get around the woman, and instinctively knew that if she touched Conner that an electrical charge would explode between them. It wasn't just Conner's physical presence that had Mollie trembling. It was something more. It was something that Mollie couldn't describe but yet choked off all of her words. "Please talk to me," Conner whispered, bracing one hand on the shelf behind Mollie's head. She placed her finger under Mollie's chin, tilting the woman's face upward. "At least look at me." Mollie slowly lifted her brown eyes. She was taken away by the concentrated expression in Conner's eyes. "I'm married," she finally made herself say. "I know," Conner replied, her voice equally soft. "And it kills me, but as much as I'd like to have you in my bed, I know that's not an option. I invited you to lunch. I enjoy spending time with you when I am in town. I like to know there is a friendly face waiting for me." Mollie lowered her eyes again. "Don't look away," Conner ordered. Reluctantly, Mollie returned her focus to Conner's eyes. "I know you are married, but if you love your husband, why are you afraid of me?" "Don't be ridiculous," Mollie returned in an attempt to appear nonchalant. "I'm not afraid of you." The words were not a lie. Mollie was not afraid of Conner. She was afraid of the feelings that Conner raised. "Then why are you trembling?" Conner asked, bending her head closer to Mollie. Conner wet her lips with the tip of her pink tongue. Her breath flooded Mollie's face, but Mollie's cheeks were already on fire with the excitement and intimacy of the moment. Conner's fingers moved from Mollie's chin to her soft cheek. Mollie leaned into the caress. "Jill," she whispered. "Say it again, Mollie Donavon. Say my name like you know who I am," Conner whispered, her mouth only a breath away from Mollie's. "Jill," Mollie repeated with confidence in her voice. Bobby was far away from her mind now. She barely knew that she was in a supply closet. All she was aware of was Conner's closeness, her scent, her breath, and her moist lips. "Again," Conner pleaded, moving even closer, her lips on Mollie's now. "Jill." Conner barely allowed the word to escape Mollie's lips before her mouth was pressed against the young woman's. Mollie did not resist. She tilted her head as Conner's lips pressed firmly to her own. The tip of Conner's tongue danced along Mollie's full lips, teasing them apart. Mollie opened to the invader, her mouth parting as Conner's tongue danced along her teeth. Mollie pressed into the kiss, stretching upwards into the embrace. Mollie used her own tongue to brush against Conner's, inviting the teasing instrument deeper into her mouth. Conner dropped her hand to rest on Mollie's hip as their tongues twisted together, tasting each other. Time slowed as they explored each other's mouth, tongues dueling, sliding in and out, and moving along teeth and gums and palates. Mollie felt her heart thudding against her breastbone as she welcomed the intimate intruder. Her body trembled and yearned for more. She could feel her breasts tightening and responding with a hunger to be touched and squeezed and licked. The sensation spiraled downward, resting in the pit of her stomach and tempted to travel deeper. She pushed into Conner's mouth, the bundle of supplies in her arms keeping their bodies separated. The door to the supply closet opened suddenly and Conner's arms shot out to grab the shelf on either side of Mollie's head. "Fuck," the boss whispered. They broke the kiss instantly and Mollie bowed her head, hoping the visitor did not see who Conner had pinned. Conner kept her arms in place, allowing her billowing blouse to hide Mollie's face. "Oh, uh, sorry, Ms. Conner," a voice said. 'I just needed some, uh, I need some printer paper." "Well," Conner said in a short tone. She wanted to get the employee out as quickly as possible. The long Mollie was exposed, the more she would withdraw. The visitor grabbed a ream of paper and stepped out, carefully closing the door behind him. "Shit," Conner breathed. Mollie chuckled despite herself and lifted her eyes. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and Conner softened. "Ah, gee, Mollie, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Bravely, Mollie answered. "Don't be. I'm not." Conner smiled. The crooked lift of her full lips took away Mollie's breath. "Good. Because I'm not either." "I'm married," Mollie stated again, the only argument she had that would hold any weight in the long run. "I can't do this, Conner." As Mollie steered her car through the streets, she thought of her words to Conner after The Kiss. Conner had seemed to accept them. She had been in the office twice since The Kiss but had only spoken to Mollie as business necessitated. There was no touching, no offers of lunch, no quiet, intimate conversations while Conner leaned against the corner of Mollie's desk, her long legs stretched in front of her and crossed at the ankles. Things were uncomfortable between them. It was awkward enough that Mollie had applied for a transfer from Conner's department. Her buried feelings for Conner had kept her blinded to the real possibility of Bobby having an affair. She couldn't be angry with him for looking for comfort from other sources if she did the same thing. Perhaps that was why she had spent so much time trying to make this Valentine's special. She wanted to absolve her guilt over The Kiss. Now things were different. He had chosen his mistress over their special day. It was a nail in the coffin of their marriage. She knew now there was no way to fix things. Her marriage to Bobby was over. Her body and reflexes on auto-pilot, she drove aimlessly through town, uncertain what she hoped to find. She stopped at a red light and looked around her. She didn't recognize the stores surrounding her. She pulled into a parking lot of a bar and slipped out of her car, walking across the lot in the fading light. She stopped at the entrance, took a deep breath, and entered the room. She couldn't remember the last time she had been inside a bar, but she couldn't drive around town all night. She stood just inside the door as he eyes adjusted to the dim light inside the room. As her eyes focused, she saw a bar in the center of the room. Tables were spread sparsely about the rest of the open area. A pinball machine and a Pac Man arcade game stood in one corner. A mixed group was standing around a pool table to the right. Mollie didn't spend time looking at any of the people in the room. She lowered her eyes and walked to the bar, asking herself mentally why she was there. What had she hoped to gain or prove by leaving home on Valentine's? She slipped onto one of the leather barstools and ordered a daiquiri. The man rewarded her with skeptical look before turning to the fix the drink. There were no red hearts or Valentine's Day specials advertised in the bar and she was happy for there not to be any reminders. She folded her fingers together and stared at the wood grain of the counter, her eyes tracing the stains and burns that patrons had left over the years. Her mind drifted back to Bobby. Where did they go now? Did she really want to give up on her marriage? Mollie didn't think she was ready for that. She didn't know what she would say to him when she got home. She thought she might sleep in their spare room. Perhaps that would send a message to him about how upset she was. It might also tell him that she wasn't a dummy. She knew what was happening to their marriage. It might also tell him that she knew he had found alternative entertainment. The bartender sat the daiquiri in front of her and she slowly lifted her eyes in question, reaching for the purse. He waved her away. "It's taken care of, Ma'am." Mollie tilted her head in puzzlement, looking around the room to see who had bought her drink. She didn't recognize anyone. There were no men sitting at the end of the bar with cocky, inviting, creepy smiles. She frowned and shrugged, pinching her lips around the straw and drawing slowly from the fruity liquid. She felt the alcohol hit her system and enjoyed the sensation as it coursed through her blood veins. She absently stirred the frothy liquid, her mind miles away from the bar. She didn't hear the music pouring from the jukebox or the people talking in their small groups. She had never felt so alone in her life. She felt desperate. She had no business being there. She pushed the glass away and turned to leave the establishment, but her escape was halted by a figure standing just a few feet from her. It took Mollie's breath away to see Conner outside of their secure office. Conner was wearing dark blue carpenter jeans. They were tight around her waist and baggy on her legs. She wore a white button-up man's shirt. The top three buttons were undone and the shirt hung open around her throat. A white ribbed tank top was under the shirt. Mollie felt her mouth go dry and her throat constrict. She was accustomed to seeing Conner in professional attire. She never would have imagined that the tall, athletic woman could be so delicious. Conner's expression was not so delicious. Her green eyes were focused tightly on Mollie's face. There was no smile on her lips. Her features were set in stone as she stared coldly at her subordinate. Conner hesitated on her barstool, scooting back uneasily. "Hi, Conner. I didn't know you were in town." "Home is the last place I want to be on Valentine's Day," Conner answered flatly, her hands resting around the shaft of a pool cue as she watched Mollie. "What is a happily married woman doing in a bar alone on Valentine's Day?" Mollie flinched at Conner's words. Her boss's tone was not harsh but Mollie felt the accusation. The truth of the statement also burned in Mollie's ears. "I just dropped in for a drink before going to meet him," she lied. Conner raised one dark eyebrow, her green eyes revealing to Mollie that she heard the lie and was not going to let it slide. "I see," she said thoughtfully. She nodded toward the half drank daiquiri sitting on the bar. "By all means, finish your drink before going to meet him." Conner sat down on the stool beside the woman. Immediately, the bartender sat a draft beer in front of the tall woman. Reluctantly, Mollie turned her attention back to her drink, stirring it once before taking another sip. Conner watched, her green eyes never wavering, even as she sipped her beer. Mollie forced a smile to form on her lips, but when Conner did not return it, Mollie gave up. "I had an interesting piece of mail cross my desk yesterday," Conner said when she finally spoke again. Mollie stirred the straw in her glass, eyes focused on the swirling liquid. She knew what mail Conner referred to but she didn't want to acknowledge it. She did not want to deal with her feelings for Jill Conner as she was fighting with her heartbreak over Bobby Donavon. "Really?" "I don't want to sign it. You are too valuable for me to lose. Stuart was not happy about your request to transfer, either." Conner drank some more of her beer, allowing her words to register in Mollie's head. Mollie did not respond. "Is that what you really want, Mollie Donavon?" "It's what I need," Mollie whispered so softly that Conner had to lean closer to hear her. "I can't . . ." "Can't what, Mollie? Can't face me? Can't face what you and I make each other feel? Can't face that you might be lying to yourself?" Mollie whimpered, turning her face away from Conner. "Please, Jill." Conner was still leaning over Mollie's shoulder, her mouth near her employee's ear. "I love the way you say my name." Mollie kept her attention on the other side of the room, trying not to respond to Conner's presence or seductive voice. Conner laid her hand on Mollie's knee. She didn't slide it upward or squeeze. Her palm just rested lightly on the top of Mollie's thigh. She could feel Mollie tense at the touch but she did not pull away. Instead, she leaned closer, her breath hot on Mollie's skin. "Where is Mr. Donavon tonight?" "Work," Mollie reluctantly answered, still not looking at Conner. She hated the way that Conner seemed to be able to read her so intimately. Conner's hand squeezed lightly and slid upward smoothly. Her fingers moved toward the inside of Mollie's thighs, curling against the satin stockings. Mollie closed her eyes, allowing Conner to continue her caress. She was lonely and angry and Conner was not a stranger. She did not pull away. Cheating Hearts "He forgot Valentine's Day?" Conner mused, her hand gliding up and down Mollie's firm thigh. "Valentine's is over-rated. It's a holiday created by the greeting card companies and chocolate factories to milk helpless romantics of their money while those who are alone dwell in depression because there is no one to buy them flowers. Did you know you can get a dozen roses for fifty dollars cheaper if you'll wait a week to buy them?" Mollie turned at last to Conner, her eyes filled with surprise at the woman's tirade. She started to ask why her boss had such a negative attitude toward Valentine's Day when someone from across the room called Conner's name. Conner turned away slowly and Mollie's eyes followed the same direction. "You going to come back?" "No, Nick," she answered, waving with her free hand. "You go on without me." She turned back to Mollie with a partial smile and tilted her head toward the group in the background. "My brother," she explained, scooting to the edge of the barstool. Her hand slipped beneath the hem of Mollie's skirt. Mollie felt her breath catch as Conner's hand wandered casually. Involuntarily, her thighs opened slightly. She could feel her face burning and hear her breath coming harder. It rasped in her ears. "I don't want to keep you," Mollie answered, trying to find a reason to send Conner away. Inside, her mind raged a battle with her body. She knew giving in to Conner's caress was wrong. She was as guilty as Bobby if she allowed Conner to continue. She couldn't be angry with him if she became a cheater. Her body yearned for Conner to never stop. She could feel her desire building in the pit of her stomach. It was strong enough to overpower her fight to dampen it. She refused to listen to the part of her that could serve as a mediator. She couldn't listen to her heart. She knew what it would say and she couldn't accept the truth. "I like being kept," Conner said with a flirting smile, her fingernails scraping along the inner part of Mollie's thigh. It caused the base of her palm to brush against the apex of Mollie's legs. Mollie trembled in reaction and stifled a moan. She couldn't remember the last time Bobby had made her feel so aroused. "Is he really at work?" Conner questioned with a soft voice as she spoke into Mollie's ear. "No," Mollie answered, and then quickly corrected herself. "Yes." She sighed deeply. "I don't know. That's what he said on the answering machine." "Do you believe him?" "I want to," came Mollie's soft reply. "But do you?" Conner repeated insistently, her voice intense in Mollie's ear. Mollie turned her attention to Conner, contemplating the older woman's earnest face. She tried to read her boss's expression. Her cheeks were flushed from the excitement the hand's exploration was creating, but Mollie did not sense that Conner's words were an effort to continue the seduction. Instead, she felt certain that Conner was genuinely concerned. Mollie turned back to her daiquiri. The glass was almost empty. She didn't want it to be empty. When it was empty, she would need to make a choice. "My marriage is not perfect. No marriage is. Bobby and I have been drifting apart. We need to rediscover ourselves as a couple." Conner turned Mollie's face back so she could study the girl's face. She didn't want to give Mollie any opportunity to escape from telling the full truth. "Do you believe him?" Mollie opened her mouth and then closed it before slowly shaking her head. She did not give voice to her accusations but she did not lie to Conner. She didn't believe that Bobby was at work. It twisted at her stomach that her husband might be having an affair, yet she couldn't possibly fathom any other reason for him to forget Valentine's Day. She tried to look away, but Conner would not let her. "I don't know," Mollie said in a hushed, troubled voice. Conner moistened her lips and watched Mollie's eyes dip to the shiny surface. Conner's wandering hand stilled and she leaned forward. Mollie knew she was about to be kissed and found that she wanted nothing more than the feel of Conner's lips on hers. "Hey, Conner!" a new voice interrupted. This voice was feminine in nature and Conner pulled completely away instantly, her hand dropping from the intimate position on Mollie's leg. Mollie hated the fact that she was disappointed for the touch to be gone. Things were moving much too quickly. Her head was starting to spin. She turned back to the bar, resting her elbows on the counter as Conner turned to her new friend. "Looking good, Conner." "Not doing too bad yourself, Dallas," Conner returned in an unfamiliar, playful tone. Mollie listened but did not interfere. Conner did not turn back to Mollie as she leaned against the edge of the bar, but her arm slipped over the girl's lap in a possessive gesture. Mollie dropped her hand down to rest on top of Conner's. "How ya been?" Conner asked her friend as she pushed her fingers between Mollie's. Mollie curled her fingers into Conner's palm, closing her eyes against the pain pushing through her heart. She wanted to shut down. She wanted to stop thinking and stop feeling and stop hurting. "Good, good," Dallas answered. Mollie could tell by the sound of her voice that Dallas had moved closer. "I was hoping you would be here," the visitor said in a lower voice, ignoring Mollie's presence. Mollie felt a rush of jealousy push through her as the other woman flirted with Conner. It made her angry at the woman would totally overlook her, but it also made her feel small. She would always be in Jill's shadow. Conner shrugged slightly, rubbing her thumb back and forth against Mollie's knuckle. She sighed and Mollie heard the bleak sadness in the sound. Mollie frowned but didn't turn. "You know what Valentine's Day is." "How was it?" Dallas asked in a concerned and tender tone. From the corner of her eye, Mollie saw Dallas lay her hand on Conner's free arm. Conner's hand tightened on Mollie's and Mollie returned the squeeze, offering comfort for something that she did not understand. "It's almost over," Conner finally answered. An awkward silence fell between them. Mollie was lost in her thoughts, Conner didn't want to talk, and Dallas, realizing she had talked herself into a corner, didn't know what to say. Mollie clung to Conner's hand through the silence, trying to ignore her swimming thoughts. Dallas finally cleared her throat. "Damn, you look fine, Conner." Mollie suddenly ripped her hand away, slipping off the stool and grabbing her purse. She mumbled something about needing to go. She pulled her wrap around her as she walked toward the door, attempting not to run as she fled Conner's intoxicating presence. She could sense Conner coming after her and knew she had to escape from the bar before the woman could catch up. If she could breathe the fresh, cold February air, then that would cool her heated blood and cleanse her muddled brain. Conner caught her just as she put her hand on the door handle. She grabbed Mollie's elbow and spun the girl to face her. They stood looking at each other, both breathing hard as they struggled with their feelings. Conner broke the silence first. "I think getting out of here is an excellent idea. Let's go someplace where we can talk in private." Mollie opened her mouth to argue, but Conner silenced her by laying her finger against Mollie's parted lips. "We need to. You can't run from me forever, Mollie Donavon. You can't keep running from your emotions. It'll destroy you." Mollie tried to be angry with Conner, but she could not be mad at the truth. Conner watched the emotions rush across Mollie's face. She knew the moment she had won the battle. She could see it in Mollie's face and knew that the woman would no longer attempt to escape. She released her grip and took a step back. She touched Mollie's cheek and Mollie turned her face into the caress. Conner's fingers curled into the hair at Mollie's neck and tucked it behind her ear. "Wait right here. I need to talk to Nick." Mollie nodded obediently and watched Conner as she backed away slowly. She hesitated, almost reluctant to release Mollie in case she did flee again. Mollie touched her hand in silent assurance and Conner nodded. Mollie watched her boss cross to the group at the pool table. She was surprised to find herself admiring Conner's bottom in the tight jeans. She pulled her wrap tighter around her shoulders and lifted her eyes as Conner reached Nick. Conner had to look up to speak to Nick and though Mollie could not hear the conversation from her vantage point, she could see Nick's reaction. Conner spoke to him and he looked over his sister's head at the woman trembling beside the door. Mollie read his expression as anger, doubt, and concern. She turned her head away, knowing that the slightest thing would cause her to lose her nerve. She could flee now, while Conner wasn't looking. With any luck, she could be out of the parking lot before the seductive woman even realized she was missing. Mollie jumped when Conner slipped her hand around her waist. "Come on," the raven-haired beauty whispered softly, guiding Mollie with her hand out the door. Conner had slipped into a heavy denim jacket. She held Mollie close to her side as they crossed the parking lot to Mollie's car. "Nick and I rode together. Would you like for me to drive?" Moving on auto-pilot, Mollie reached into her clutch and withdrew her keys. She dropped them into Conner's hand. Conner guided Mollie behind the car, opening the door and offering Mollie her hand for assistance. Mollie leaned against the back of the seat, her eyes closed, trying to remember the last time Bobby had opened her car door. She knew he had done it on their wedding day but couldn't remember anything since that special day. They made the drive in silence. Conner handled the vehicle and traffic expertly. Mollie stared out the window but did not see the passing scenery. They did not even turn on the radio as they weaved through the city to an apartment building. Mollie was surprised to be at a residence rather than a hotel. Mollie did not wait for Conner to come open her door. She wanted to avoid Conner's touch as long as she could. As soon as they stepped around the car, Conner laid her hand on the small of Mollie's back, resting the base of her hand just above her round bottom. Mollie walked quietly beside her boss. The elevator's ascent seemed terribly slow to. Mollie watched the numbers increase as she felt the heat of Conner's palm burning through the dress. She could feel and hear her heart pounding in her ears. She was having trouble breathing and hoped that Conner did not notice. Her breasts were rising and falling in a steady motion as she waited for the doors to slide open. Conner guided her into a large apartment on the seventh floor of the building. Mollie was so deep that she couldn't do anything but follow. Conner walked into the room, leaving Mollie just inside the foyer. She turned on a lamp beside the sofa and motioned that Mollie should sit. "Have you eaten? Are you hungry?" Conner asked with a hint of nervousness in her voice. Mollie turned her attention to the woman, surprised at the tremor in the usually confident voice. "No. I mean, no, I haven't had supper." Conner helped Mollie remove her wrap, her fingers brushing against the girl's neck and hair. Her breath was warm on Mollie's throat and she seemed to move in slow motion. The touch electrified Mollie. "I'll fix us a little something. Have a seat." Mollie watched as Conner stepped around the corner and disappeared. She walked toward the sofa and hesitated, looking at the phone on the end table. She reached into her handbag for her cellular phone and was surprised when she didn't find it. She dug through her belongings before remembering that she had left it out when getting ready for her outing with Bobby. She had wanted no interruptions. Her phone was lying on her dresser at home. She picked up the phone on the table and dialed her home number. It rang several times before her voice came on over the machine. She hung up instantly and hesitated only a moment before dialing Bobby's office number. She punched in his extension and listened to the hollow sound of ringing. While she waited, she noticed a picture beside the phone. She picked up the frame and studied the couple smiling back at her. It had been taken at the beach, she guessed. Conner was wearing shorts and she had a healthy tan on her skin. Her arms were wrapped around the waist of a small woman with long blonde hair that was blowing in the sea breeze. They were both laughing at the person behind the camera. "You've reached the desk of Robert Donavon. I am unavailable right now. Please leave me a message and I will return your call." Mollie slammed the phone back into the receiver and pressed her fingers to her forehead. Conner came through the hallway carrying a tray as Mollie fought her tears. "Not there?" she asked casually as she moved to the sofa. She sat the tray on the coffee table and gestured toward the seat beside her. Mollie sighed, dropping her hand. "He's not at the office or at home," she replied. "Did you try his mobile?" Mollie shook her head to say no. She didn't want to try his mobile. She didn't want any concrete proof that he had lied to her. She could pretend he was in someone else's office working. If she called his cell phone, she might hear the telltale laughter of a woman's voice or the awkward silence of a man caught between the two women in his life. Conner sensed Mollie's turmoil so she did not press the subject. She began arranging the items on the tray. She sat two glasses aside and poured red wine in each one. She again motioned for Mollie to sit. Mollie finally did, handing Conner the photograph. "Your girlfriend?" Mollie looked at the picture and a fond smile formed on her lips. The tenderness reached her eyes as she gently ran her thumb over the face of the woman in the picture. "She was more than my girlfriend. We were together for eleven years. Nick took the picture. He's her brother." "It was a car wreck, wasn't it?" Conner nodded, setting the picture aside. "Valentine's Day, three years ago. She was on her way home so we could go out. The driver of the other car was going through a divorce. She had been drinking all day." "So that's why you hate Valentine's Day," Mollie mused, taking her wine glass and sipping some of the bitter liquid. She picked up a cracker and laid cheese and summer sausage on top of it, nibbling on the snack. "I was sitting at home waiting and waiting. They called Nick, not me. Nick didn't want me to find out by phone, so he came and got me." Conner picked up her wine glass, swirled the liquid, and took a sip. "For a while, I just wanted to curl up and die myself. I couldn't remember life without Bette. I didn't think I could have a life without her." Conner sat her wine glass down. She reached over and took Mollie's glass as well, setting them side-by-side on the tray. She scooted closer to Mollie, slipping her arm along the back of the couch. Her hand rested on her guest's knee. "I haven't even thought of starting a relationship with someone. Dallas has hinted numerous times that she would like more, but there hasn't even been a fling." She slipped even closer, her leg brushing against Mollie's thigh. "I tell you this to let you know that I enter into nothing lightly, especially relationships. I thought a long time before I asked you to lunch. Your reaction when I did confirmed to me that you were feeling the same emotions I was fighting. If we are both feeling the same thing, why are we still resisting it?" Conner leaned in with moist, shiny lips. Mollie watched her boss advance, the earnestness of the woman's words burning in her ears. "Jill," she whispered as her eyes rested on Conner's lips. She knew how those lips felt pressed against her own and she could not deny that she wanted to feel their firm pressure again. "Yes, Mollie Donavon?" Conner said, her head hovering just a breath from Mollie's lips. The sound of their breathing filled the room. She tilted her head, watching for Mollie to open her lips to protest. When Mollie began to speak, Conner closed the distance, pressing her lips firmly against Mollie's, muffling any objection that the young woman could attempt. Mollie stiffened for only a moment before relaxing, pressing into Conner's warm mouth. She parted her lips slightly, allowing Conner's quick tongue access to the warmth of her mouth. Conner took advantage of Mollie's openness. She scooted as close as she could to Mollie, one arm draped over the slender shoulders and the other resting on a strong thigh. Mollie did not hesitate to lay her hand over Conner's as they shared the sweet kiss. Lips moved against lips and tongues tangled in the depths as they dueled on the couch, tasting and touching within the warm, damp caverns. Conner's tongue danced along the roof of Mollie's mouth, gliding behind her teeth, and curling around her tongue. Mollie, in her growing eagerness, answered. She tasted between Conner's gum and teeth and along the inside of the woman's jaw. Conner closed her lips around Mollie's lower lip, suckling softly and rubbing her tongue along the swollen membrane. Mollie nibbled on Conner's upper lip, biting lightly. Conner was the first to break the kiss. She pulled away suddenly. Mollie leaned toward Conner, attempting to resume the kiss, her eyes half closed as she moved into the warm body. Conner stood without releasing Mollie's hand and pulled the girl to her feet. Conner was a few inches taller and Mollie's face was turned upward, their bodies pressed together as they stood in front of the couch. Conner pushed a curl off Mollie's cheek as their fingers entwined. Conner pulled Mollie down the hall, their eyes locked together. Conner didn't dare sever the gaze. She was afraid if Mollie looked away she would change her mind. Conner did not want to break the spell. Mollie followed like a sheep, totally lost in Conner's green eyes and craving the intoxicating kisses. They passed two doors before Conner guided the girl into a small bedroom. She finally released Mollie from the enchantment at that point. She let go of Mollie's hand as she circled the bed. Mollie heard the scrap of a match and saw the brief flicker as the head glowed with fire before Conner lit a candle beside the bed. The small flame cast a soft radiance that lit the whole room. Conner returned to Mollie, taking the girl's hand. She kissed Mollie's fingers one at a time, recapturing the girl's gaze. Mollie stared into Conner's eyes, enthralled by the woman. Without words, Conner stepped closer. She brushed her lips across Mollie's again, and then dropped her head to kiss and nibble against Mollie's neck. She could feel Mollie's thundering pulse against her lips as she reached around the small girl to lower the zipper of the dress. Her fingertips moved along the bare skin as she worked her way back to the front. Conner's fingers caressed the back of Mollie's shoulders as she dragged them upward. They glided over Mollie's shoulder blades, pushing the red dress away. Mollie did not resist as Conner's digits sparked delicious spirals that radiated through her body. She shivered in pleasure. Her eyes darted from Conner's fingers to her face as the woman pulled the material of the dress forward, slipping the sleeves from Mollie's arms. Mollie did not stir as Conner finished removing the dress completely. Conner knelt on one knee as she tugged the dress over Mollie's hips. She lifted each foot and slipped Mollie's shoes off, her hand caressing over the stockinged heel and her fingertips dancing along each sole. The sensation would normally send Mollie into giggling hysterics, but the intensity of the moment only caused the touch to increase her desire for Cheating Hearts Conner's hands glided upward over the strong calves and thighs of the girl, feeling the smooth whisper of the silk stockings. She curled her fingers into the elastic at the top of the stocking and peeled them down Mollie's legs. She tossed them away and slid her hands over the soft flesh as she rose, her palms memorizing each line of muscle. As she stood, her hands dipped beneath the slip, pushing it over her hips. Conner's hands rested on Mollie's waist as their eyes reconnected. Conner leaned in, placing her lips on Mollie's again. This kiss was slow and intimate, their bodies pressed against each other. Conner maneuvered her thigh between Mollie's thighs and used it to create a soft friction against her mound. The feeling of the denim against her lace panties caused Mollie to begin trembling. The pleasure began deep inside Mollie and spiraled outward till her pores screamed for release. Mollie tilted her head to allow Conner deeper access to her mouth, her hands resting on Conner's shoulders. Mollie's fingers slid inward to the pearl buttons of the blouse. She began working them open one-by-one. When she reached the last button, she rested her hands at the top of the fly to Conner's jeans. She did not have the courage to open the Levi's or spread the top to look at the woman's breasts. She stretched upward into the kiss, avoiding the moment of truth. Conner's hands kept moving upward, pushing the satin of the slip as she went. The drag of the cool material against Mollie's heated fleshed caused Mollie to tremble in anticipation even more. Conner's fingers finally reached Mollie's straining breast. She caressed the soft material of the brassiere as she inched her way toward the hard, tight nipples. Mollie released a moan into Conner's mouth as the more experienced woman pinched and pulled at the hard buds. Conner only teased for a few moments, even though the playful touch seemed like an eternity to Mollie. She stepped back, a hungry look burning in the green depths of her eyes. She eagerly ripped Mollie's slip over her head and tore the bra from the girl's body to free the heavy breasts. Conner gasped and took a half-step backwards so she could drink in Mollie's beauty. Mollie felt a blush creeping into her flesh. Conner's silence unnerved her and she attempted to cover her large breasts with her hands. Conner immediately took Mollie's wrists in her hands and peeled them away from the pale globes. She bowed her head, her short, dark hair tickling Conner's skin as she licked each extended nipple. Mollie moaned again, louder this time, tilting her head backwards as Conner took one breast fully in her mouth. She held the other in her free hand, squeezing the pillowy flesh as her mouth suckled, massaged, and rubbed. "Jill," Mollie groaned. A shudder ripped through her and her eyes widened in surprise. She weakened, her knees folding. Conner immediately wrapped her arms around Mollie, catching the girl before she could hit the ground. "Oh god, Jill," she panted, holding onto Conner's shoulders. Conner kissed Mollie's shoulder lightly, then partly dragged and partly walked Mollie to the bed. She laid Mollie across the dark comforter and followed, sliding her blue-jeaned leg along Mollie's naked one as she stretched out at her new lover's side. She propped on one elbow beside Mollie, brushing a curl from the trembling woman's cheek as she recovered from the small orgasm. She tickled her fingers down Mollie's arm before allowing that hand to come to rest on the swell of the girl's hip. Conner was still fully clothed but Mollie was down to nothing but her red lace panties. Not wanting to allow Mollie time to fully recover her senses, Conner traced her fingers over the design in the panties as she dipped her head to again tug at a thick nipple with her teeth. Mollie's senses were whirling. Her body was torn between the dual sensations rocking through her small frame radiating from the knowledgeable mouth and hand. Conner kissed her way downward, allowing the air in the room to continue to work on the wet nipple as she licked beneath the heavy breasts. She moved over Mollie's flat stomach, pausing to circle her navel with her strong tongue before touching her lips to the damp heat of Mollie's mound. Mollie spasmed again as Conner's lips touched her most intimate part. She felt the pressure through her panties and longed to feel those lips on her naked flesh. "Jill," she repeated, unable to form any other words in her delirious state. This time, Conner heard the plea in the girl's voice. Conner pulled away, sitting up on her knees beside Mollie. She watched as Mollie rode the gentle waves rocking through her body. She couldn't wait for Mollie to climb even higher. She had always loved watching her lovers enjoy themselves and Mollie was responding like she had never been touched before. Conner shrugged out of her blouse but left her tank top on. She unbuttoned and lowered the zipper on her jeans but did not remove them. Mollie was coming down and Conner did not want to give her a chance to fully recover. She wanted to take Mollie higher than she had ever been with anyone else. She wanted to make Mollie forget about Bobby Donavon. She peeled the panties down Mollie's hips, revealing trimmed light brown curls. Conner eyes stayed on the curls and the swollen, slick lips leading to Mollie's secret parts. She wedged herself between Mollie's thighs, pushing the girl open. Mollie was whimpering and moaning without ceasing. She had even ceased being able to say Jill's name as Conner blew a thin line of air on the wet, inviting lips. Conner danced her tongue along the slit, tasting the slight saltiness of Mollie's desire. She pressed her tongue between the thick lips, scooping out more of the moisture as she lapped against the sensitive walls. Mollie cried out as Conner's exploring tongue maneuvered closer to her throbbing center bud. She twisted, trying to force Conner to that sweet spot. Conner was glad to oblige. She touched the tip of her tongue to the nub, flicking it lightly. She dragged the length of her mouth muscle over the button and delighted at the tremors she felt race through Mollie's body. She began lapping faster, her tongue rubbing, pressing, circling, and moving against the hard pebble. Mollie clenched her thighs around Conner's head, holding her lover in place. Conner moved her tongue down and dipped it into Mollie's tight channel, thrusting in and out playfully until the girl bucked upward. Conner paused to nip lightly with her teeth at the outsides of Mollie's lips, giving her lover a moment to catch her breath before completely taking it. Conner curled her tongue and slid it into the canal, then fattened her tongue once inside. Mollie moaned loudly, thrusting her hips up. Conner grabbed Mollie's bottom as she lifted and held her in place. Mollie was thrashing on the bed, twisting and rocking as Conner's tongue took her to higher places. That talented instrument was alternating between thrusting and licking the inner walls and playing with the tight knob. She closed her lips around Mollie's clit, sucking and tugging, scraping her teeth over the head before her tongue delved again into the deepest part of her. The wave built inside of Mollie as Conner worked faster and faster. Mollie was mindless now, a writhing coil of sensation. Her mind and heart knew nothing but Jill's touch as she worked her way toward the ultimate crash of pleasure. She whimpered and twisted and bucked, riding the crest of pleasure. She screamed Jill's name as the wave crashed over her body, the word vibrating off the walls of the quiet bedroom. "Jill!" Mollie screamed again when she could breathe. Conner did not stop, pushing Mollie until tears welled in her eyes. With a final lap of her tongue, another wave knocked through Mollie's system. "Jill!" she cried for the third time before her body collapsed onto the bed. Conner continued licking lightly, tasting the sweet juices of Mollie's release. She used her tongue to clean Mollie, and then kissed the quivering belly. She felt the muscles tense beneath her lips and looked up. Mollie's breathing was ragged and her eyes were closed. She touched her lips to each of Mollie's nipples, sliding her body upward to look into Mollie's flushed face. She caressed her lover's cheek, moving sweaty strands of hair off the delicate face. Mollie did not stir and Conner knew that the girl had blacked out from the pleasure. Jill Conner rose from the bed and tucked a quilt around her lover. She finished removing her jeans and looked at her reflection in the mirror above the dresser. The tank top was fitted to her frame. She was tall but did not have large breasts. She rarely needed to wear a bra and she could see her nipples pressing against the white material. She had chosen not to wear any underwear when she had put on the tight jeans, but she did have on her harness. She reached down to stroke the dildo hanging from the harness. She wandered how Mollie would react to seeing it and smiled at her reflection. She would find out soon enough. She padded into the living room for the tray of cheeses, fruits, and crackers. She did not retrieve the bottle of wine. Instead, she poured them both a glass of water and returned to the bedroom. She sat down on the bed beside Mollie and gently stroked her lover's hair. She wanted to touch Mollie again, to make love to her again, but she knew the girl needed to eat. "Wake up, little one," Conner whispered, laying her fingers soft on Mollie's cheek. Mollie inhaled sharply as she regained consciousness, her body tensing in a fight or flight response. Conner muttered hasty assurances to the girl, assuring her that everything would be all right. Mollie slowly relaxed, exhaling all the air in her lungs. Conner smiled, dropping a kiss on the girl's shoulder. She put the water to Mollie's lips. "Drink up, darlin'," she ordered softly. They didn't feel the need for words as Mollie drank some water and they both nibbled on the assortment from the tray. Conner watched Mollie carefully as they ate, trying to judge the girl's reaction to their encounter. She didn't seem to regret being there. She ate well and responded to Conner's tender kisses. As Conner finished eating, the kisses became more frequent. She lingered on Mollie's throat, nibbling with her teeth and sucking with her lips. Mollie helplessly tilted her head to one side, allowing Conner's mouth and hands free reign. Conner's hand caressed Mollie's breast, circling the nipple to tease it to attention then pinching and tugging it. Mollie forgot about her food, laying her hand on the back of Conner's neck as her lover again roused her sleeping libido. Mollie slid back into a reclining position, trying to pull Jill's mouth to her own. She opened her mouth, wanting to taste Conner's sweet lips and feel her teasing tongue. Conner complied, pressing her mouth to Mollie's and slipping her tongue deep inside the warm, wet cavern. Her hand wandered away from Mollie's large breast to travel down to her lover's thighs. Her fingertips danced up and down the inside of Mollie's thighs, urging her lover to open. Their tongue's tangled together as Mollie shifted restlessly, opening her legs as Conner's fingers moved against her slit. Conner adjusted until she was over Mollie, never breaking the kiss. She used one hand to balance herself while using the other to glide the thick strap against Mollie's damp lips. Mollie gasped, breaking the kiss in her surprise. Conner was there to calm her, lying still with the long phallus pressed against Mollie's parted, throbbing lips. When Mollie had relaxed, Conner resumed her actions. She positioned the head of the dildo against Mollie's opening and slipped it inside slightly. "Relax," she whispered against the shell of Mollie's ear. She pushed her hips a little, sliding the thick rod a little deeper. Mollie's chamber was tight and Conner had to push by the clenching walls to drive the shaft all the way into her lover. The strap was about two inches thick and seven inches long. She almost always wore this smaller package. She liked the way it felt. It gave her a confidence that she couldn't explain. Even though she had not had sex in three years, she never left the house without the harness and tool strapped beneath her clothing. She had larger attachments at home but had seen no need to wear them recently. As she began moving slowly, she knew she would be wearing one of the larger packages the next time she was in town. She extended her arms above Mollie as she began moving more quickly, watching the young woman's reaction as she was filled over and over by her lover's thrusting hips. Mollie's eyes were closed and her breathing ragged. Her breasts were rising and falling in time with Conner's thrust. Conner rocked forward, dragging the latex shaft against Mollie's extended clit as she worked to push her lover higher. With each down stroke, the base of the dildo rubbed against Conner's own sweet spot. She gave herself to control of her primal instincts, closing her eyes and arching her back to drive deeper into Mollie with each long, complete stroke. She strained, trying to hold back her own release until she heard Mollie scream her name again. Mollie was not a stranger to having something inside of her. She had been with Bobby for nine years. Until recently, they had made love frequently. She didn't know if it was the drought of affection or the foreignness of the man-made material that caused such an intense build-up, but Mollie could not control her body. "Oh, Conner," she moaned as her orgasm neared the breaking point. "No," Conner grunted, never ceasing her movements. Her thighs slapped against Mollie's in a steady rhythm as they worked toward completion. "Say my name." Mollie reached up and grabbed Conner's face between her palms, pulling the dark green eyes to reality. "Jill," she whispered with a voice thick with emotion. "Jill." Conner thrust hard once more and Mollie cried out. "Jill!" The sound sent Conner over the top and she followed Mollie into the sweet explosion of oblivion. For a few seconds, her hips continued working on their own accord, a reflex reaction as they rode the wave together. Conner rolled to her back and collapsed at Mollie's side, the duo panting in contented exhaustion. Conner slipped her arm around Mollie's shoulders, pulling the girl against her body. Mollie lay with her head tucked into her lover's shoulder, her hand resting in a loose fist on Conner's stomach. They were both covered with a thin coat of sweat. Conner absently played with Mollie's curls as she stared at the ceiling. "What time is it?" Mollie asked after a long stretch of rest and silence. Conner sighed and reached to the bedside to pick up her alarm clock. She struggled to read the numbers before answered. "Fifteen after eleven," she said around a yawn. Her fingers danced along Mollie's naked shoulder. Mollie sighed and stretched. "I should go. He'll be home even if he's. . ." She didn't finish the thought. She didn't need to. She sat up and looked at Conner, chewing thoughtfully on her lower lip. "What . . . what happens now?" "What do you want to happen?" Conner asked, propping herself up with pillows. Her green eyes had lost the haze of passion and now carried a tender glow. Mollie stared at the blanket on the bed as she thought of the proper way to word her response. There was no good way to answer. "I don't know, Jill. Tonight was . . . incredible, but I'm not so certain that I am ready to give up on my marriage." Conner nodded, trying not to show any emotion. She was lying to herself if she said that Mollie's answer did not tear her apart, but she would not pressure her young worker. Mollie's decision had to be Mollie's choice. "Then you go home to him," she answered, hoping her voice didn't reveal her internal conflict. "You go home to him and I'll see you at work tomorrow." Mollie leaned forward and kissed Conner's lips. There was no passion in this kiss even though it was intimate. The kiss gave Conner hope. Mollie wasn't completely shutting down. Mollie sat on the end of the bed as she redressed, aware of Conner's eyes on her. She tried to hide the fact that being watched by the beautiful woman was making her body betray her resolve. Her nipples were straining against the material of her clothing and her lower lips were tingling by the time she was finished. Conner slipped a pair of boxer shorts over her hips and followed Mollie to the front door. Her fingers again brushed Mollie's soft skin as she helped her lover into her wrap. "I had a wonderful time, tonight, Mollie Donavon," she whispered in Mollie's ear. "Me, too," Mollie answered, pressing upward into Conner hard body, her lips turned expectantly for a kiss. Conner rewarded her with one, though it was a short touch. They embraced tightly, holding onto each other desperately. Mollie finally pulled away. She felt empty as she heard the door close behind her. The irony of the turn of events struck Mollie as she drove home. As she had wandered about the city broken-hearted because her cheating husband had forgotten her on Valentine's Day, she had thought about her budding feelings for Conner. Now she had given into those feelings and didn't really want to go home to a husband who had also found someone else. She pulled into the driveway of the house she shared with Bobby. His car was already there and she bowed her head, trying to think of a suitable story to explain her absence. The front door opened and Bobby ran across the front lawn, clutching the phone in his hand. He ripped open the door and pulled her out of the seat and into his arms. "Mollie! Thank God you are all right! I have been worried sick!" He took her face in his hands and kissed her lips earnestly. She was too shocked to return the kiss or the embrace. "Sweetheart, I am so sorry. I totally forgot Valentine's until the janitor asked me why I was working late on the holiday. How could I forget our special day?" Mollie tried to grab hold of her anger at his forgetfulness, but what she heard was that he had been at work. She was speechless. "How can I ever make it up to you?" he demanded. "I tried to call you. Why didn't you take your phone?" "I just forgot it," she muttered, unable to say anything else. Guilt was tearing her apart. She pulled away from him and walked into the house, hoping he would read anger and not anything else in her actions. He followed quietly, helping her with her jacket. He whistled low when he saw the dress she had put together for their special day. "Wow, sweetheart. You look incredible. Beautiful." She waved him away, numbly walking through the house to their bedroom. She couldn't bare the thought of sleeping with him, so she began gather her belongings to sleep in the spare room. "Where were you?" he suddenly asked, helplessly watching her motions. Mollie gathered her gown and her cosmetics in her hands, her mind racing for an answer. "I was with a friend from work. We ran into each other at a pub downtown and had dinner." "I am so glad you are all right. I left as soon as I remembered, but you were gone. I didn't know where to look. I almost called the police." "Bobby," she said, throwing all of her belongings on the bed. She put her hands on her hips and advanced on him. "I want you to tell me the truth." "I have never lied to you, sweetheart," he stated and she knew it was the truth. "Is there another woman? Are you having an affair?" His face went slack and his jaw dropped. It moved soundlessly up and down as he struggled to wrap his mind around her accusation. "No, Mollie. I promise, no. I know things haven't been great between us lately and that's my fault. I'll tell Paul I need to cut back. I'm not going to let my work destroy our marriage. Mollie, I love you." Cheating Hearts Mollie studied his face and knew that he was telling the truth. She only had a moment to allow that thought to register before he folded her in his arms. She loosely put her arms around his waist, tears spilling out of her eyes. She didn't sob, only cried silently into his shoulder. He stroked her hair and held her against him, assuming that her tears were shed for their relationship. In soft whispers, he promised her to make things better. He would do everything he could to make her happy again. Only she knew the truth about her tears. They weren't just for her marriage. She shed tears because guilt tore through her. She cried for Jill Conner lying alone in her brother's apartment with hope in her empty heart. She wept because she wasn't certain she wanted Bobby Donavon to be the one to make her happy. Cheating Hearts Author's note to critics: If, by some chance you are an author and have some honest critique about storytelling technique that can help me write my stories better, Your comments are most welcome. If you're a reader that wants to make an honest comment, that's welcome too. If you will leave me your email address, I'll be glad to answer you. If however you are the ignorant anonymous asshole that just enjoys pissing authors off over their hard work for your enjoyment, please bypass my story and go write one of your own. * Through the window Terry carefully watched the parking lot for her fiancé, Ted, as she talked with Bill. She knew she was flirting with danger but the danger and the fear excited her even more. She also felt a little guilty, but it wasn't as if she had actually done anything wrong. Sure, she was sexually attracted to Bill. What woman wouldn't be? Bill stood 6'4" tall and at 230 lbs., he was bulging with rock hard muscles. He was a black man with the flashing eyes of a predator, and white prefect teeth that showed with his smile. He wore a striking yellow polo shirt that emphasized his bulging biceps and blue shorts that ended a few inches above his knees. His white athletic socks complimented the muscular calves bulging just above them. Wherever he went, he left the lingering scent of the cologne he wore. Women not only found him attractive, but they also found their selves instantly aroused by his appearance. Terry was an auburn redhead. Her soft complexion was lightly tanned without freckles or blemishes and complimented her sparkling blue eyes. She was 5'5" tall and weighed a healthy 132 lbs. with nice 38C breasts. A light green sweater with brown and gold beadwork accented her auburn hair. A pair of khaki slacks fit as though they were molded to her nicely rounded ass and thighs. The slacks ended at her ankles to show a gold ankle bracelet and brown 2inch platform shoes. The diamond ring on the third finger of her left hand showed that she was engaged to be married to a man who loved her enough to buy it for her. Terry had arranged to meet Ted at McDonalds after she got her nails done, and he got his haircut. She got to McDonalds first and chose a seat in the children play area where she could watch the kids at play. When Bill came in, her heart almost thumped out of her chest. He noticed her looking at him and asked if he could share the table with her as his daughter eagerly removed her shoes and joined the other kids. Bill knew just what to say to an already aroused female. He soon had her at ease and engaged in conversation with him. Terry felt like she had known him for a lifetime though they had just met. Terry learned that Bill Had his daughter, Candace out for a hamburger while his wife did the grocery shopping at the Safeway a block away. She told Bill that her fiancé, Ted was getting his hair cut and would be arriving soon. As Bill talked, the deep sound of his voice combined with the sweet musk like scent of his cologne caused her juices to flow. Terry couldn't help crossing her legs and pressuring her hot little pussy as they talked. Both learned a lot about each other and the time passed quickly. All too soon Ted's car pulled into the parking lot. "Here's Ted now in that blue VW". "Damn, just as I was getting to know you. Look, I'm really enjoying your company and I don't want to lose contact with you now. Can we get together another time, maybe for a light lunch or something? Terry quickly took a grocery store receipt from her purse and wrote her cell phone number on it. As Bill took the small piece of paper from Terry's hand, he said, "I'll call you tonight at 10:30". Then he left the table to find his daughter. While Terry loved Ted dearly and wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, she couldn't help wondering about the bulge she had seen at the crotch of Bill's shorts. Nor could she help watching as he swept his 5 year-old daughter up into his arms from the slide in the children's play area. Terry wondered how those strong arms would feel around her. She also wondered how that big bulge would feel deep inside of her tummy. The thought made caused her to juice a little more and she felt squirmy. She took a sip of her coke to break her thoughts as Ted sat down. Ted was an average looking guy. At 5'11" tall he wouldn't stand out in a crowd. His dirty blond hair was neatly cut and combed. At 180 lbs. he obviously wasn't a muscle man. He wore blue denims and a maroon rugby shirt that did little to attract attention to his self, Yet he had a somewhat boyish grin with dimples in his cheeks and a twinkle in his very blue eyes that attracted women. "Hi honey, I see you got your haircut. Sure didn't take very long for a Saturday. I thought there would be a long wait." "It wasn't bad at all. They had extra barbers so that all of the chairs were going. I only had one ahead of me. Terry nearly tore Ted's clothing from his body as soon as they entered her apartment. Luckily her roommate wasn't home or she would have seen their clothes flying off in the kitchen. Terry giggled. "Good God, Ted, grab those clothes before Shirley comes in and get your cock in here. Terry held the door to her bedroom ready to close and lock it as soon as Ted could get there. Terry and Shirley were both adults and neither was a virgin. As room-mates each respected the other's right to bring a man into the apartment for sex. Both however considered their sexual activities a private thing and kept it confined to their bedrooms with their door closed. Ted grabbed his sock up off the floor and hurried to Terry's bedroom with his clothing in his hand. The sock was the last item he had to retrieve. His semi hard cock bounced as he entered Terry's bedroom. As soon as Ted was in the room Terry closed and locked her bedroom door. "I'm sorry honey, but I need you too much to share your company with Shirley this afternoon." She pushed him down across the bed and immediately straddled his hips, centering herself and rocking a little side to side to let Ted's semi hard cock slide into the wetness of her labia. It only took a couple of thrusts back and forth before she felt the cock she was sliding on grow completely hard and fuckable. Terry eagerly guided it to the entrance of her cunt and impaled her self down onto it. "Oh god, honey, You feel sooo good, and I need you sooo bad." A moment later, Terry was riding Ted's cock like she was trying to win the Kentucky Derby. Only moments later she was crying out as her first orgasm overtook her. Oh yes! Yes baby! I'm cumming! Oh my god yessss! Terry stiffened upright and held his arms as she came. Then she soaked Ted's groin with her juices as she collapsed into his arms and laid there trembling from her intense orgasm. "My god, Baby, What brought that on? I've never seen you so hot." "Just that time of the month. Also, I had a bad dream last night. I dreamed that I caught you in bed with my sister. I called out to you, but you didn't seem to hear me. Watching you giving her so much pleasure made me terribly hot. I wanted you very bad but you weren't even aware that I was there." It was a lie, she thought, but it sure beat trying to tell Ted that she was ready to cum in her panties over talking to a strange black guy she met at McDonalds. Terry reached down and took Ted's cock in her hand. "Oh no you don't. No going to sleep until I let you go to sleep. I'm not done with you yet. Terry quickly moved down, took the flaccid cock into her mouth and began to swirl her tongue around it. Very soon it was hard and ready for more. Terry rolled over and got up onto her hands and knees. "Here, King. Up boy. Get up here like a good doggie and fuck your little bitch." Ted couldn't resist the sight of Terry's fine ass being presented to him in this way. He was on his knees behind her guiding his hard cock into her tight little cunt. The silky smooth friction of her cunt felt like heaven against the tightly stretched skin of this cock as it slid into her wet warm body. "Woof" he said as his balls touched her pussy. "Fuck me baby. Fuck me hard, deep, and fast. Like a good dog fucks his bitch." Ted began slamming into her. The sound of his body slapping up against her ass, and the scent of sex pervaded the room. Ted reached out, filled both of his hands with Terry's red hair and pulled her head back as he pounded his cock into her. Soon he felt the cum begin to gather deep inside of his balls. "Oh God! I'm cumminnnngggg!" "Oh Yessss! I'm right with you baby! Give it to meeee!" Terry pushed back hard against Ted and cried out her own hot orgasm as he unloaded his balls deep inside of her. When it passed, she relaxed her arms and laid her head on the pillow with her ass still high for Ted. She wanted to keep Ted's sweet cock inside of her for as long as she could, but all too soon she felt it go soft and Ted withdrew it from her. Ted rolled off and laid down on his back. "Whew! That was hot! I'd like more of that, but not for a little while. I think you drained me." Ted took Terry in his arm and cuddled her head into his shoulder. "I love you, baby" "I love you too," Terry replied as a fleeting thought of hard muscled black shoulder crossed her mind. "Hey honey, We better shower and get dressed," Terry said as she woke Ted from their short nap. The sun was setting and the room was growing dark. It was 10:15 by the time they had finished dinner, did the dishes and said goodnight. Ted had to be at work by 6:00 AM. Since Shirley hadn't returned, Terry assumed that she was sleeping out for the night. Shirley didn't have a steady boy friend since her last love had ended in a divorce after only 6 months of married life. Shirley was determined to be a lot more careful before she gave her heart to another man. Meanwhile, why do without if you don't have to, Shirley reasoned. Live cock sure beats limber latex. Besides, love is a screening process. Shirley was doing her best to screen through as many men as possible until she found her Mr. Right Guy. Besides, Shirley freely admitted, I'm a slut and I love getting fucked. Terry flicked the TV on and clicked through the channels. Not finding anything worth watching, she went to bed. Shortly after she got settled in under the covers, her cell phone rang. "Terry? It's me, Bill." "Oh! Hi, Bill" "Did you have a good day after we met?" Terry chuckled. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I did have a good day." "Oh yeah, I bet." "What does that mean, Bill" "Well, a hot little woman like you engaged to a guy would probably spend the afternoon in bed with him, right? Terry blushed. Even the deep resonant sound of Bill's voice was sexually arousing to her, and when that voice was talking about sex, it was even more arousing "Well, Am I right or not?" "Yeah, you're right." Terry felt a familiar tingle in her clit. "Bet you had more than one orgasm too." "Terry blushed again, and the tingle in her clit became a warm glow." "Well, Am I right?" "Mmmm. Can we change the subject?" "Awww, Come on Terry. I did the same thing. That's why I could get out tonight. I told my wife I was going to get a beer with the guys. She was totally sated and told me to go before I wore her out" Terry giggled, "Are you bragging or complaining." "Neither. I just wanted you to know that I do my homework and my homework is done for tonight. Now if you just give me your address, I can come over and we can talk.for a while" "What makes you think I'd invite you over to my place to talk about sex? I'm engaged to a wonderful guy." "The way you kept glancing out the window at McDonalds trying to avoid letting him see you with me" If you were really straight, not sexually attracted to me, and not already thinking about having an affair with me, you would have simply introduced us when he came in. After all, we were just talking." Terry suddenly found herself confused. "Your silence is overwhelming, Terry. No big deal, just give me your address and I'll come over. We'll just talk a little. Anytime you want me to leave, just tell me and I'll wish you goodnight and go home. On the other hand, if you want me to stay, I don't have to be home until after the bars close at 2:00 AM." "I can't do that to Ted" "Do what to Ted? Shoot, baby, We're just talking. Even if we do more than talk, Ted will never know and what he don't know won't hurt him. Heck, I got a lot more to lose than you do. So I sure won't tell anyone. Besides, We're just friends talking over a cup of coffee. If you tell me to leave I'll go." The glow in Terry's clit was spreading throughout her body. She was so excited she could hardly breathe. "It's 4674 Oak Drive, number 8." She quickly blurted out. It was only coffee and conversation, she thought as she lied to herself. She wasn't going to fuck this guy. Even if that part of her did want to. "I'll be there in 10 minutes. See ya." Terry put her cell phone back in her purse, threw on her terrycloth robe, and went into the kitchen to put the coffee on. She hardly turned the coffee pot on when Bill rang the buzzer spoiling her plan to be dressed before he arrived. She opened the door to let him in and her knees went weak. He immediately gathered her into his powerful arms and held her close as he moved slightly and kicked the door closed behind him. As Terry looked up into his face, his lips met hers in the most sexually charged kiss she had ever experienced. By the time the kiss ended she could feel Bill's powerful hard cock pressed against her tummy. She felt weak and powerless as her small hands found his ass cheeks and pulled him in even closer to her. His left thigh parted her legs and she found herself grinding her flaming pussy against it. "Oh my God, Bill" what are you doing to me?" "Just giving you what you want, Sweetheart." "Want me to go home?" "No" "Where's your bedroom?" "It's the door on the right" Terry took Bill's hand and led him into her bedroom as if she was in a trance. From behind her his arms encircled her and his powerful hands slid under her robe. She just whimpered like a small puppy as he began massaging her tits and nipples. Goosebumps ran up and down her back as he kissed her neck and nibbled at her earlobe. Almost as if by itself, her robe slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor. Bill turned her so she was facing him. He put his hands on her shoulders and gently pressed down urging her to her knees. Terry knew what he wanted. Her hands found his belt buckle and quickly unbuckled it. Her nimble fingers soon had the waistband of his trousers unbuttoned and the zipper unzipped. Her hands trembled as she pulled his trousers and briefs down over his waist to find that his hard cock blocked her further progress. She pulled outward on his briefs and gasped as her hand removed the massive cock from the confines of the white briefs. "Oh shit! It's huge!" Yet Terry was fascinated by it She studied every inch of it. Bill smiled down at her as she looked up into his eyes and licked a drop of pre-cum from it. "Atta girl, baby, you're doing fine" Bill encouraged her. Terry gained a little confidence from Bills encouragement and tried to slide it into her mouth but it wouldn't fit though her lips were stretched as far as they could be stretched. "It's okay Sweetheart you don't have to prove anything. Just enjoy what you can. Bill took her head in his hands and guided it so she was just lipping at the bottom of it just below the head. Just suck and use your tongue right there. Oh yeah, honey, that's great. If you keep that up you'll make me cum in no time. It's your turn now. Bill guided Terry to her feet and gently laid her down on the bed. Terry laid there and watched as Bill quickly removed the rest of his clothes and sat on the edge of the bed. When he leaned down and gently took her left nipple between his teeth she closed her eyes and took his head into her arms. The feeling was exquisite. Bill knew exactly how much pressure to use with his teeth as he sucked and lapped at her aching nipple. It felt as though it was wired directly to her clit. The pleasure found it's way down there to fuel the fire and her clit sent back to her nipple begging for more. There were no thoughts of Ted, and no guilty feelings as Bill's finger found her hot little clit. All Terry felt was just a quick burst of excitement that made her gasp, and then the growing pleasure that made her hips thrust her aching clit back against that wonderful finger; trying to get more of that exquisite pleasure from it. Terry's hands found the coarse hair on Bill's head and guided it to her other tit as she enjoyed the ministrations of his finger on her clit. Soon she wanted more and her hands exerted the a slight downward pressure that Bill was waiting for. Bill began kissing his way down to over Terry's tummy. He licked into her navel, then he paused at her quiver spots near where the hip meets the tummy. He kissed them on both sides sucking, tonguing and blowing on them as Terry gripped the bed sheets in her fists trying to endure the wonderful torture that Bill knew, was making her toes curl. "Oh Damn you Bill! You're torturing me. But please don't stop." Bill kissed along the insides of Terry's thighs delighting in the quivers he felt in response as his lips and tongue got close to the pussy that was threshing around so close to him. The scent of Terry's hot little pussy was like a mix of sandalwood, musk, and fresh, ocean breeze. Bill was teasing his self as bad as he was teasing Terry by delaying like he was. It was her scent that made him dip his tongue into her at last. The texture, taste, and scent was almost too much and Bill had to think of baseball to regain control over his balls before he unleashed and wasted a flood of cum all over the bed sheets. Terry moaned as bill's tongue lapped deep inside of her cunt. She wanted his mouth on her aching clit but it felt so good where it was. Yesss, she murmured softly as the wonderful tongue moved up along her slit. She gasped again as Bill suddenly took her clit into his mouth and gently raked it with his teeth. Then he was sucking it like a baby might suck a nipple. Terry was rising toward a powerful orgasm and was helpless to prevent it or delay it even if she wanted to and she didn't want to. Suddenly Bill stopped. "Want me to go home now?" "What? Why ask me that at a time like this." "Because if I don't go home I'm going to fuck that tight white pussy of yours. Do you want that?" "Yes." "Yes what?" Yes, I want you to fuck my tight little white pussy with your huge black cock. Yes I want you to eat my pussy with your sweet black mouth. Yes! Yes! Yes! Now, is that good enough for you, you God damned teasing bastard. "Yeah, baby. That's good enough. Just didn't want you havin' any second thoughts about it, that's all." Bill resumed his task licking up and down her slit until her thrusting signaled that she was ready for more. Then he took her clit into his mouth again. It wasn't long before she was back almost to the peak of her climax again. This time Bill took her over the edge. Before she could come down from it, Bill rolled her up on top of him and pushed his massive cock head just inside of her cunt. "Still want me to fuck you, Sweetheart" Oh yesss, Bill, now more than ever. I need to feel you deep inside of me. I want to feel you cum deep inside of me. Terry felt herself being stretched by the huge cock, but it didn't hurt. It was just a sweet feeling that caused a craving for more. Terry tried to take more and a few more inches slid into her. "Oh baby, that feels so good." She backed off a little to spread some more of her lubricating juices and then took some more. She winced as she felt the first of the pain. It felt like a muscle being stretched against it's limit. Cheating Hearts "It's okay, baby, take your time. Let it stretch a little before you try again." "After a minute or so, the pain subsided and it began to feel sweet again. Terry carefully tried again and took a little more" "Atta Girl, just go easy. You can take it. After all, you were made to pass a baby through there. You'll stretch a lot before you do any damage to yourself." Terry tried again and more slid inside of her. This time it didn't hurt as much The next try was easier and she took more than she had taken on her prior attempts. She slid her hand between them to see how much more she had left to go. There was a good three inches left. She felt ready so she tried again about two more inches slid in, but it hurt like hell. It seemed like the end of her tunnel. "Just relax, Sweetheart. Enjoy what you've got. You don't need to try to take more. Come here." Bill pulled Terry down and kissed her passionately as he began slowly and gently to slide in and out of her. The pain was gone and the sweet feeling of sexual pleasure was there to replace it. Terry felt more sexually fulfilled than she ever had in her life. Soon she was answering Bill's movements with her own. Bill was concentrating hard on an imaginary baseball game to maintain control over his own body as he felt the sweet warm silkiness of Terry's wet cunt clenching and milking his hot cock. He began to move a little faster and thrust a little harder against the end of the tunnel. Terry fought the pain and thrust back into the sweet pleasure Bills hard cock was giving her. Despite the pain she was beginning to feel almost ready to climb the sugar mountain toward another orgasm. The pain diminished and Terry became aware that she now had all of Bills huge cock inside of her. "Good girl! I knew you could do it. You've got it all now. Just relax for a moment and feel it inside of you" Bill stopped thrusting and pushed Terry back into an upright position. The new position hurt again due to the increased penetration but the pleasure of the huge cock filling Terry's cunt soon overrode the pain. Terry had it all and she loved every inch of it as she began to rock and rotate her hips a little, exploring how it felt so deep inside of her. Little by little the pleasure took over and Terry began her climb toward the summit. "God, Bill, You feel so good in me. Oh fuck that feels so good. I'm gonna cum so hard. I can feel it. Oh god! Yes! Oh Yes! Cum with me Bill! Cum deep inside of me! Oh God, yes baby! Terry rode Bill's cock like a wild woman. Yes, I'm with you baby! That's it Sweetheart, fuck! Bill pounded Terry's hot cunt for all he was worth. The cum boiled up from his balls. He pulled her hips hard down on his cock and felt the sweet spurts bathe the slick walls of her pulsing cunt as she went over the edge and squeezed his cock with her spasming cunt muscles. When it was over, Terry collapsed on Bill's chest and lay there with her face tucked into his neck trembling while he held her close in his strong arms. "Was it all you imagined it would be?" Bill asked. All Terry could say was: "Mmmmmm." They laid there and cuddled until all to soon, Bill had to leave. Unfortunately, Shirley was just coming home and saw Bill step out into the hallway. "Hi, I'm Shirley, Terry's roommate." Oh, Oh. I'm caught. Can we talk? Sure. Let's go sit outside. Shirley led Bill out the side door to a park bench in the small courtyard. You know she's engaged don't you? "Yes, I do." "You aren't going to break it up are you?" "No, I'm not. I'm married and I don't want any trouble for Terry or myself. I need to be sure you'll keep it to yourself that you saw me." Good, because I'd have to kill you if you were out to split them up. You sure are a good-looking stud. I can't blame her for jumping your bones. By the way, Give me a call if you ever want a little extra." Shirley was a 5'4' honey haired blonde with a size 36D rack. She weighed a nice 136 lbs and was a sight hard for a black man to refuse. "Can I get your phone number?" "Sure." Shirley took a pencil and a small address book from her purse and wrote her number on it for him. "I need to kill a little time so terry won't think we met when I come in. Wanna join me for a coffee at Denny's. "I'm sorry, but I can't right now, I need to get home pretty quick." Terry was in her bed, sound asleep when Shirley got home. Shirley went to sleep smiling over the new possibilities that lay open to her. Ted was surprised to hear Shirley's voice when he answered his phone the following Tuesday afternoon. He knew that Terry worked until eight o-clock at the hospital. "Hi, Ted. I'm sorry to bother you and I wouldn't but I don't know who else to call. I really need your help with something. Can you come over around five o-clock." "Yeah, I think I can Shirl' What's up?" "I bought a mirror for my dresser. They delivered it today but I can't lift it to get it screwed on. It shouldn't take too long for the two of us. I'll have some cold beer waiting in the fridge." "Okay, See you at five then." Ted liked Shirley for her candidness She was bold, direct, and honest. Her soft skin, pretty face and fine body helped. Had he not been engaged to Terry, he would have made a move on her long ago. Helping her was a small thing. Maybe, just maybe, he'd see something that might be a nice turn on. Ted arrived at the apartment right on time. Shirley had just recently got home and hadn't changed out of her work clothes yet. The big mirror was next to the door in the living room still in it's protective wrappings. "Hi, Ted, thanks for coming over. Grab a beer out of the fridge and make yourself at home while I go get out of these work clothes." Ted got the beer and flopped down on the living room sofa, just across from the door to Shirleys bedroom. He almost froze in mid-air. Shirley had left the door open and was in the process of undressing. "Hey Shirl', did you forget to close the door?" "Nope. I just thought it might be easier to talk if I left it open. Don't you like watching me change?" "I'm just afraid I might like it too much." "What if you did?" Shirley flirted. "I just might come in there, rip the panties right off of your ass, Throw you down on the bed and rape you until you pass out." "You can't rape a girl that wants it, but why don't you do it anyway." "God Shirl'! Terry would kill both of us." "So don't tell her about it then. I'm sure not going to tell her." The strip tease was almost over. Shirley was down to her bra and panties. "So? Are you just going to sit there staring at me? Or do you need to see more?" Shirley unhooked her bra and held it in place with her hands for a moment, Then looking right into Ted's eyes she let it fall to the floor." "Ted's hard cock pulled him up from the sofa and across the living room into Shirley's bedroom." He kissed her lips as he took her tits in his hands and started fondling them. As the kiss grew he squeezed her nipples until he heard her moan." When the kiss ended, Shirley spoke first. "I've wanted this for a long time." "Me too, You have to understand that I love and still want to marry Terry, but I've wanted to fuck you since the first time I saw you." "I hope you do love Terry. I don't need or want any long-term entanglements at this point in my life, but I've watched you with Terry. I've seen how you treat her and it's made me envious of her. I've also seen her shortly after you two have had sex. She looks very fulfilled and hotter than a freshly fucked fox in a forest fire. I don't know what you do but I want some of it for myself. I waited because I needed to be sure that you wouldn't turn me down and then tell her about it. Or worse, not turn me down and tell her about it. I like Terry. She's a good friend. However, what she doesn't know about won't hurt her. Besides, it's only a little piece of your ass. There will be enough left for her so that she won't miss it. We're friends and we can play a little when no one else is around. Now, shut the door, get out of those damn clothes and fuck me." Ted kicked the door shut as he pulled the polo shirt over his head and off. Shirley nipped at his tiny nipples and raked her fingernails across his chest as he kicked his shoes off. Before he could reach his belt, her hands were already there. "I want to unwrap this present myself." Shirley said as she unzipped Ted's trousers. She tugged them down over his hips and was right there to greet it as his hard cock popped out. "Oh Yes! He's beautiful. Big enough to make me happy, and not too big." Shirley kissed the head and then took it into her hot and willing mouth." Ted put is hands on Shirley's head and gently fucked her mouth as she sucked him. Just as he felt the tingle at the base of his cock that signaled an approaching orgasm, Ted pulled Shirley to her feet and laid her down on her bed. "It's your turn. I've dreamed about kissing all over your hot little body for a long time, and I can't wait any longer." Ted kissed her lips with a little butterfly kisses until she pulled him in for a full, passionate, tongue -sucking kiss that curled his toes. He took her left tit into his mouth and sucked hard at the nipple, swirling his tongue around it and gently raking it with his teeth. Then he did the same to her right tit. He kissed all over her neck with small suckling kisses that raised goose bumps all over her back. Shirley closed her eyes and gave herself over completely to the pleasure sensations that her body was receiving. Ted kissed her tummy and licked her navel. Then he went back to sucking her tits. Suddenly he moved down and kissed the inside of her thigh, Then he kissed her tummy near her hip as he pulled her panties off Shirley couldn't guess where she would feel his wonderful mouth next. All she knew was that he was driving her crazy with the unpredictable pleasure. Wherever he touched felt like sweet warm honey. This man seemed to know every little pleasure spot on a woman and he was using every one of them. She gasped as she felt him take her big toe into his hot wet mouth and suck it. Now he was at the inside of her thigh again. Her hips pushed her hot pussy toward his face as she felt his cheek brush over the fine blond hair on it. Then she was being rolled over onto her tummy. She felt his teeth as he nipped at the back of her neck. He kissed her neck below her ear, then her shoulders. Every where he kissed, he left that spot wanting more. Every spot seemed like it was linked right to her pussy. Shirley trembled as she felt his hot mouth working it's way down her spine. She gasped out loud when he nipped her at the top of her ass cheek where the sciatic nerve crosses over the hip. She felt his tongue in the crack of her ass and tried to catch it but he was too fast. He was kissing the backs of her thighs right near her ass, then he was biting and nibbling at her ass cheeks. Shirley was going toward a sensual over-load and the anticipation of feeling Ted hot mouth sucking on her clit was too much. Shirley rolled suddenly and caught him between her thighs. Before he could move she pushed his head onto her pussy and grabbed his ears. Ted grinned at her aggressiveness and began to lick along her slit. Soon his teasing had her hips thrusting wildly at his face. He felt her tugging at his ears. Ted knew what she wanted and it was time to give it to her. He moved up to her hot clit and took it into his mouth. Shirley gasped at the sudden sweet pleasure. It was almost too much. She felt the tingly beginning of a powerful orgasm. Each beautiful swirl of Ted's hot tongue brought her closer to it. Ted was in control and he was playing her like a Stradivarius violin. He pressured her pubis with his chin causing her clit to swell and become more sensitive. He suckled the swollen clit gently teasing it as Shirley climbed higher and higher toward her climax. He felt her tension with his hands under her ass cheeks. When she neared her peak, he held her there, easing off to prevent her from going over, then bringing her on again for as long as he could. Shirley felt like she would go out of her mind. She was so close and Ted kept teasing her. Each time he brought her on she thought this would be it. The pleasure was like a powerful sweetness far beyond that of sugar. She was ready to throw herself completely into her orgasmic pleasure. Then, almost with tearful disappointment she felt it slipping back away from her. Then suddenly she was climbing closer! She wanted to cry out but she was afraid he'd let her slip back again. She wanted to beg him but she couldn't speak through the pleasure she was feeling. It seemed like he held her right at her peak forever. Once again he was bringing her on. She prayed that this would be it as she gripped the bed sheet with both of her hands. Closer she came. Oh, ooohhhh! I'm cumminnnnnggggg! At last she was over and plunging into the heavenly sweetness of an orgasm that totally engulfed her body and mind. It passed leaving her relaxed and trembling with joy. Ted was softly licking her slit and the entrance of her tunnel bringing her down easy. She reached down and affectionately began rubbing his head that had given her so much pleasure. "Come up here Ted" Shirley urged, "Lie here with me for a little while." Ted moved up took her into his arms, and kissed her. "Mmmm, that was beautiful. I could use a lot of that" "So could I. You have a very sweet taste, and I love the way you enjoy it." Ted moved a little and began softly rubbing Shirley's mound. "You have beautiful hands, so gentle, but firm." Shirley felt the glow beginning again. She reached down and took Ted's cock into her hand, jacking it a little as he rubbed her mound. She rotated her hips a little as she felt Ted's finger slip into her wet slit and slide up into her welcoming cunt. He added another finger and began stroking her G spot. Shirley's her strokes on Teds cock soon became fast and erratic. He rolled between her legs and guided his hard cock into her. "Oh yes, baby, I need you deep inside of me so bad. Oh Yes, You feel so good." Shirley locked her legs over Ted's hips and drew him into her as far as he could go. "Fuck me baby, I'm all yours." Ted fucked her slow and easy at first, then he increased the tempo, He had to imagine that he was driving a car in a race to keep from cumming prematurely but soon he felt Shirley begin to climb toward another orgasm. "Atta girl, cum for me. Let me feel you cum all over my cock. Give it to me honey." "Oh baby, I love how you feel inside of me. I want to feel you cum deep inside of me." "Suppose I make you pregnant" "I'm on the pill, but I'd raise your baby anyway if you'd love me like this once in a while" "O-boy I'm almost there." "I'm right with you baby, give it to me." Ted started fucking her as hard and fast as he could. "Cum baby" Cum! Oh God! Cum! Shirley came when she felt Ted's first spurt. "Oh yes, baby! Give it to me. Fill me with your sweet cum! Oh yes, Ted! Yessss! Yessss! Oohhhhh! When it was over they laid in each other's arms and cuddled for a while. "Oh shit! It's seven thirty already. Ted suddenly exclaimed. We better get that mirror up. Luckily, the task was easy and they had it done by seven forty five. Ted was dressed and out the door before Terry left the hospital. When Terry got home, Shirley was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, polishing her new mirror. The first days of the week were always a little hectic at work for both Terry and Ted, but by Wednesday night Terry was missing Ted, so she called him on his cell. He was still working but said he'd be over as soon as he could finish up. It would take about half an hour. Ted was an appliance repairman. As luck would have it, his last job of the day was the worst one of the day and took longer than he expected. He tried to call Terry to let her know he would be later than expected but got her voice message instead. Bewildered, he left her a voicemail. Terry greeted Ted at her door with a big hug and kiss, "Hi honey I missed you" Ted took her ass cheeks in his hands, pulled her into his hard cock and kissed her more passionately. "I missed you too babe." Shirley, from her chair near the TV jokingly said, "Where's mine?" Ted laughingly replied, "I don't know where he is." "I thought you'd be here sooner." "I had a problem with that last job. It took me longer than I expected. I tried to call you." "My cell battery was low so I put it on the charger. I must have shut it off when I did." Terry's heart felt like it skipped a beat. Oh shit! Thank God Bill called before Ted got here. But what if he ever calls while I'm with Ted? "You must be hungry, Honey. Let me go pee first, then I'll fix you a Sandwich." Terry stopped by her bedroom on her way to the bathroom and shut her cell off, vowing to remember to shut it off every time Ted was around. Sure she could tell Bill that he had a wrong number, once or twice but too many times might be a tell tale. As she took Ted into her bedroom, Terry worried that their lovemaking might be different. What she didn't know was that Ted was also worried about the same thing. The first few kisses seemed just a little awkward but they blamed the awkwardness on their selves. The awkwardness passed as the passion rose. Soon they were fucking like a pair of bunnies again, each totally oblivious to the other's transgression, and each totally willing to keep right on transgressing.