5 comments/  15157 views/  0 favorites

In Another's Eyes

By: TheSexyGeek



When I had put on my wedding tuxedo, I had assumed that my dating days were over and that if I ever needed help picking out the perfect outfit to wear out in public, my lovely wife would be able to help me. But it was a little awkward for me to say, "Honey, I'm going on a date with your sister, what tie looks best with this gray shirt? Oh, thanks, you're a doll. Of course I'll tell her you said hello. No, don't wait up."

So I was left standing there on my own trying to match ties and shirts and pants and shoes. It was maddening! I'm not color blind but I couldn't tell you what matched if my life depended on it. Kelly might have grown suspicious of me if she hadn't bought my cover story hook, line, and sinker. As far as she was concerned, I was heading out to interview a young actor who was interested in participating in my film project the following summer. I had finally saved up enough money doing weddings to fund a film and I intended to use legitimate actors. And there was the matter of the script, which was constantly changing and evolving in my mind.

In truth, I wasn't in a big hurry to get started on the film. I had many more pressing matters to deal with just then. Plus, I had recently sent a copy to a friend of mine, who happens to be the production assistant for none other than Mr. Ang Lee. Honestly, I hoped against hope that he would pick it up and read it and love it, but just in case, I made plans to shoot a far more modest version of it the following year.

Kelly had for once been very supportive of the idea. I was a bit surprised, but I knew as soon as she saw the price tag for this little film she'd rethink her generosity. Kylie, on the other hand, thought it was a brilliant idea and she was nothing but supportive. I wanted nothing more than to offer her the lead role, but given the recent change in our relationship, I didn't know how that would pan out and decided against it. Again, she was very supportive and understanding - probably why I loved her so much.

I finally settled on a respectable looking shirt, pleated pants, and a nice tie that I hoped matched everything else. No sooner had I laid out the ensemble that Kelly joined me in the bedroom. She glanced it over once, then stopped and shook her head.

"The tie doesn't match the shirt, and the shirt doesn't look right with the pants. Otherwise, it looks nice."

I sighed. "Care to give me a hand, then?"

"What's with the tie? You look like you're going out on a date."

Yeouch. That hit a little too close to home. I did what I could to laugh but it probably sounded forced.

"Yeah, I am. With my secret girlfriend you know nothing about."

Kelly picked out a different shirt and another tie and handed them to me. "Well then wear this. She won't be able to keep her hands off you."

I wanted to drop all the clothes and shout, Irony! Irony! Irony! But I didn't. Instead, I just hoped she was right about the clothes she had picked out.

The rest of the day went by in a haze. Kelly and I caught a movie and had a nice lunch together. It was actually the most enjoyable time I'd had with her in a long while, and it made facing my evening all the more difficult. When Kelly and I didn't see eye to eye, Kylie was blessed relief. But there were also times when Kelly and I were kind of in the zone, when we actually carried on as if we were married. It was during those times that I felt the most intense guilt, and when I questioned myself the most. And this bright, sunny Saturday was perhaps the worst day of all.

What was I doing? Was I really willing to trade my life for the promise of something that might never happen? Could I really hurt Kelly like this? She was so innocent. She had no idea. To her, there had never been a question. I asked her out. She didn't know of the struggle I'd faced prior to that, the one that had raged on and off for the better part of a decade, the one that was driving me to lie to the face of a woman I promised to love, honor, and cherish above all others. I was flying in the face of everything I believed in, for the sake of a fantasy that looked like it maybe, just maybe would become reality.

But what if it did? Where could it go? To me, the whole thing seemed like two elderly people having kids. They work like hell to bring them into the world, but there's no way they can survive long enough to raise them. So what happens to the kids? What would happen if Kylie and I continued down this path and let our feelings get out of hand? Where could they go, without destroying everyone we loved?

The fact that I even had to ask myself that question amazed me. To think that Kylie even wanted to pursue something like this was incredible to me. That thought alone nearly washed all of the guilt away. She was going through this too, I knew. She was facing the same choices, the same challenges, the same guilt that I was. She would understand.

At least, I hoped she would.

******

I pulled out of the driveway a little before 5:00. I could scarcely wait to get to Kylie's, and I nearly forgot to kiss my wife goodbye in my rush. My every thought was on that evening. I felt like a teenager all over again. What would I say? Did my hair look all right? Did I use enough deodorant? Would I be able to keep up with her when we went dancing? Would I ever run out of unanswerable questions to ask myself on the way?

It seemed like an eternity before I finally arrived. My heart was beating like crazy, and I couldn't believe the adrenaline. Never in my life had I felt so excited, or so terrified. It was just unreal! I checked my hair several times in the mirror then grabbed the bouquet of roses I had bought on the way and headed for the door.

I knocked on the door, but I wondered if she could hear it over the thumping of my heart.

"It's open!" a voice called from somewhere inside the house. I stepped inside and waited nervously. Kylie loved to make an entrance. I only hoped she wouldn't keep me waiting as long as she normally did.

My fears were unfounded. She came out of the back hallway and paused in the living room doorway. To say that she looked beautiful would be the understatement of the century. Her hair was almost identical to the day of her rehearsal dinner - slightly curled and flowing down over her shoulders. She wore a very flattering red top that looked velvety in texture and cut a low V down to the middle of her chest. A snug black skirt cut off just below her navel, providing interested parties with a tantalizing bit of midriff. It was something I'd seen her wear before (it was one of my favorites, to be honest) but to think that she was wearing it for our date, hell, to think that we were having a date, just blew my mind.

"Wow," I said. "You look so...wow."

She smiled. "Thanks."

"I mean...do you have any idea how many times I've wanted to tell you how beautiful you are? And every time I see you, you outdo yourself. It's so liberating to be able to tell you how great you look."

She slid up next to me with her most priceless smile on her lips. "And do you have any idea how nice it is to be paid a compliment that doesn't end in a whistle or a 'nice ass baby'?"

I smiled and teasingly craned my neck to see the ass in question. "Well it is nice," I said.

I received a smack on my own ass for the comment on hers. "Are you ready to go, smart ass?" she asked sweetly.

"Are you kidding? I feel like I've been ready for this since the day I met you."

"You know, that's kind of disturbing. I was only thirteen when we met. That's like cradle robbing."

"Now who's the smart ass?"

"Me," she said with a coy grin. "Smartest ass in town."

She grabbed her purse and headed for the door.

"Well it's certainly the nicest."

Another smack on the arm and we were off.

******

I couldn't believe how perfectly the evening had gone. Dinner was fantastic, if a little awkward at first. As many times as I'd dreamed of this day, actually being here for it was a different story. They say that having is not so pleasing as wanting, but having Kylie there with me, as my date for the evening, was much better than wanting her to be there. It was different than I expected, but that wasn't a bad thing.

After a few glasses of wine, we both loosened up a bit and the conversation flowed naturally. With all that we had talked about over the past few weeks, I didn't think there would be much left to say. I was pleasantly surprised. Being with Kylie was like having an endless list of things to talk about. Some mundane, some meaningful, but all of it heightened by her acerbic wit and surprising insights.

We avoided the topic of our respective significant others, and I was thankful for it. I didn't need to be reminded of what we were doing. I just wanted to enjoy myself, enjoy being out with the girl - the woman - that I had been yearning for since before I could drive a car. Her smile lit up the entire place and I noticed way more than a few guys staring at her throughout the night. I knew she sensed it too, but for once she didn't seem to care. The Kylie I knew would be soaking up the attention, but she seemed to be content with just the undivided attention of one man, one very smitten man. Maybe it was out of respect or maybe it was a genuine disinterest. Either way, I was grateful.

After dinner, we went to a club that Kylie had never been to. It was a bit of a drive, but the location was surprisingly nice. Just up the road from the club was a gorgeous park complete with a fountain.

"Oh look, there's even a park out here," I said. 

"After we're done dancing we can go jump in the fountain like they do in every cheesy romance movie ever made."

"Aw, and you forgot your camera. We could have made our own cheesy romance movie."

The club wasn't what I was expecting. It was a fairly classy place, actually - a far cry from the black pits of raging hormones that are so often depicted on television and in film. I made a mental note to remember all of these inaccuracies if I ever hit the big time. Or even the small time.

We shared a few drinks and had a few dances. I was amazed at my own agility on the dance floor, having never gone dancing. In retrospect, I think the alcohol had more to do with my ease of movement than any skill on my part. That, and Kylie, who was a tireless teacher. She helped me find my feet out there and once I got a few basic moves down, she pushed me to go beyond them and learn more.

I was amazed at how beautiful she was in motion. It was a sheer delight to see her lithe form sway and shake and move around the floor. Surely this was the true meaning of poetry in motion - she was incredible. But even more amazing than her moves - and she had some breathtaking moves - was the fact that her eyes never left mine unless her back was turned. After years of vying for her attention, out here on this dance floor, in the midst of hundreds of people, she was focused only on me. It's odd to say this, but every move she made, every sway and spin, every move, was somehow for me. Not in the sense that she was dancing for show, but in the sense that she was there and she was mine, and damn everyone else. She was speaking to me with her eyes and with her body, and it was a connection I had never experienced before.

Her self-assured, unwavering gaze gave me the confidence I needed to keep trying, and in far less time than I ever would have expected, I was dancing with her as surely as if we had taken lessons together. Only then did she break our gaze and let loose a bit more. Watching her sensuous curves move so easily was incredible, and soon I lost sight of everyone else. My focus was solely on Kylie, who seemed to completely lose herself. She danced close to me, at times practically on top of me. More than once her legs would straddle my knee and her hips would grind against me. More than once she got extremely close to me only to turn around and sway down to her knees and back up and around again.

The exhilaration I felt was amazing. I never felt so free as I did out there with her. I didn't know if it was the dancing, the music, the alcohol, or simply Kylie's presence, but hours later when we finally left, I couldn't imagine ever leaving her side again. Something had happened out there that brought us closer. I don't know what it was, but it was potent, exciting, and very real.

It didn't take long to reach the car, but neither of us wanted this night to end. The only thing we could do was give in to the horribly overdone cliché and go for a walk in the park. In truth, I didn't mind. It was a pleasantly warm evening out and I was still flying high from all the dancing.

The walk was silent, and so were the first few minutes after we sat next to the fountain. But as much as I enjoyed just sitting there with her, I felt like we needed to be talking about something. I took a stab.

"I can't believe I did that," I said. "I've never danced before, not like that."

"You were great," Kylie said. "You're a fast learner."

"You're a good teacher."

"No argument there."

The silence returned for a few moments, but this time it was Kylie who broke it.

"Ian...I think we need to talk."

Something about her tone made me uneasy, but I smiled and turned to her. "What's on your mind?"

"I'm having kind of a problem," she began slowly.

"What problem is that?"

"Well...it didn't start out as a problem. I thought I'd found a new best friend - someone who was very kind and sweet and always listened to me no matter how many stupid things I said. And it was a really, really great friendship. But...I think I have to end it."

My heart dropped to my knees.

"Why?" I asked hoarsely.

She didn't answer right away. She gazed at the fountain for a few moments, then turned and looked me dead in the eye.

"Because I've fallen in love with him, and I don't want it to be just a friendship anymore."

I wanted to weep with relief, but all I could do was grin like an idiot. Kylie smiled too - apparently satisfied that she finally pulled one over on me.

"You have to do what you have to do," I said.

"I know," she agreed softly, almost sensually. "And I know exactly what I have to do."

She leaned in as if she were going to kiss me, but stopped a breath away from my lips.

"I love you, Ian," she said. "I love you, and I don't ever want to stop loving you. I love you in a way I don't even comprehend. But I know that it's real. I feel connected to you in so many ways. I'm sorry it took me longer, but I do love you, Ian. I love you."

The last 'you' was little more than a whisper as our lips met once again. Kylie gently ran her hand across my cheek, amplifying the chills her lips were giving me in spades. We pulled each other in a tight embrace - as tight as we could get given how we were sitting - and kissed for what seemed like hours. There was no rush, no expectations, no words, just her lips and mine, finding countless new ways of touching each other, sending wave after wave of chills through both of our bodies.

When we at last broke apart, I wanted to say something but I couldn't. I was so breathless, so completely enraptured by Kylie, that no words came to mind. Maybe no words were even necessary.

******

It was with great sadness that we returned to Kylie's house. It was just after midnight as I walked her to the door. She invited me in and I accepted, taking up residence on her loveseat - the very one we had given her not that long ago - while she listened to her messages. As it happened, one of them was Brad, who angrily explained that he had to work a double shift. That meant he wouldn't be back until almost noon the following day. Kylie didn't seem to care.

She offered me some coffee to help keep me awake on the drive home, and I gladly accepted. All the alcohol was making me a bit tired, and I wanted to stay awake. Without Kylie with me to keep my mind focused, I had no doubt I'd drive off the road and end up wrapped around a tree somewhere.

We sat in the kitchen - which was littered with grocery bags that had yet to be put away - and talked about all the fun we had and how we had to do it again very soon. Kylie soon became annoyed with the bags, which she had apparently asked Brad to put away earlier. He hadn't (he never did, according to Kylie) and she was tired of tripping over them, so she started putting the stuff away.

I immediately got up to help her, despite her protests.

"It's all right, I do it all the time," she insisted. "Brad never helps out like this."

"I'm not Brad," I said pointedly. "And I want to help."

Once again, she was grateful for the help. We made small talk as we cleaned up the room, and the conversation eventually turned to how much Kylie wanted to rearrange some of the furniture in the kitchen. Eager to stay there as long as I could, I of course volunteered to help her out. So there we were, still in our dress clothes, sliding microwave stands and tables and chairs all over the kitchen. It was quite a site, I'm sure.

But all too soon, that was over as well. It was almost 2:00am and I was positive Kelly would be furious if I were any later. I made ready to bid Kylie a farewell.

"I guess I should probably go," I said. "I don't want to keep you up any later."

"Yeah," she agreed, albeit sadly. "Probably a good idea."

I slipped my shoes on, grabbed my tie, and headed for the door. Before I even reached it, I heard her behind me.

"Ian, I don't want you to go."

I turned to find her much closer than I thought she was.

"What?"

She hesitated, as if reaffirming what she just said. "I don't want you to go."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Because I don't want to go either."

"I don't want you to go."

"Then I won't."

"Good. Don't."

"Okay."

"Okay."

We kissed again, but there was more to it this time. It wasn't just a friendly kiss or an 'I love you' kiss. It was a kiss that held a burning to desire to take things to the next level. I didn't expect i., I was surprised to feel it, but it was undeniably there, and judging from how tightly Kylie was holding me, she knew it too.

"Stay with me," she gasped in between kisses.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Oh god yes," she sighed. "I love you so much...stay with me...let me show you."

Our tongues danced and weaved together as our bodies had on the dance floor, only far more intimately. I felt Kylie's weight shift and before I knew it, her legs were wrapped around me. I slid my hands beneath her to help support her as she gasped the word "bedroom." I carried her in there like that, though I don't know how I found my way with her kisses blinding me to anything but her.

When we arrived, she unwrapped her legs and quickly, skillfully went to work on the buttons of my shirt. I couldn't believe how quickly she worked, because it was off before I realized what she was doing. She ran her smooth hands down my chest and abs, then down to my pants. Seconds later those, too, were on the floor.

My lips moved to her neck, as my trembling hands sought out the tiny clasp on the back of her skirt. I fiddled with the damn thing, but it simply would not give way. Kylie reached behind herself and did it for me, then took my shaking hands in hers and squeezed them tightly.

"It's all right," she whispered softly. "It's only me."

I smiled. "It's never been 'only' you," I said. "It's always been amazing..." I kissed her once. "Incredible." I kissed her again. "Wonderful you."

In a fury of kisses, we tumbled onto the bed. From then on, it was a haze of sound and sensation, a marriage of body and soul. My lips worshipped every inch of her body and she welcomed them eagerly. From her neck, to her breasts, to her stomach, to her thighs, and back again, I kissed her, kissed her, kissed her. Her skin was soft and sweet, and her sensual groans encouraged me to continue.


In Another's Eyes



I left a trail of lingering kisses down the center of her body, between her perfect breasts, over her stomach. I hesitated, not wanting to take things too far. She offered no resistance but left me in control of her body. I gently parted her legs and softly kissed the inside of her thigh. I felt her body quiver as I kissed just outside of her lips, and then tensed as I slowly slid my tongue inside. She groaned as I kissed her softly and gently parted her sweet lips.

Suddenly overcome with desire, insatiably hungry for her musical sighs and moans, I drove my tongue as deeply as I could. Kylie tensed, startled, but made no move to stop me. My every thought was on her: her sighs, her gasps, the glazed, happy look in her eyes. I gave myself fully to Kylie's pleasure and she thanked me for it with every twitch, every groan, every finger run through my hair. I became lost in heady delight, drunk on the sweetness that flowed from the paradise between Kylie's perfect legs.

I was so thoroughly enjoying myself, it caught me off guard when her random groans crescendoed into a series of screams that were muffled only by the pillow she had quickly buried her head in. Even then it did little to silence her. My lips were greeted with wave after wave of Kylie's sweetness, but it still wasn't enough. I wanted more, pushed deeper, begged for it. No sooner did her body stop quaking from the first orgasm then another one hit her, almost as hard as the first. I reveled in the delight I was bringing her, as high on the sound of her sighs as she was on what I was doing to her.

Before I could demand anything further of her, she gently cupped my face and pulled me up to her lips. The look in her eyes was a lusty mix of passion and pleasure, of desire and satisfaction, all directed at me.

"My god..." she whispered. "I've never...no one's ever...done that..."

I placed a finger over her lips to silence her, but she quickly took it in her mouth, all the way down to my hand, once, twice, again. Then she leaned up to kiss me. She tasted her own sweetness, and it only seemed to spur Kylie onward. She kissed my lips and everything around them, her tongue darting out here and there. Finally she kissed me full on the lips and our tongues joined once more.

I felt her legs spread beneath me, felt her hand surround me, guide me to the tantalizing junction of her legs. I resisted momentarily, but she knew why. "Pill," she whispered, and that was the end of my reluctance.

I brought her hand back out and gently held it above her head with the other one. Her eyes were so full of desire, it was all I could to contain myself. I teased the outside of her lips, gently gyrating my hips so that I rubbed against her only a little. Her hands resisted mine, but I held fast. When it seemed as though she could take no more, I pressed myself through her lips and slid inside. Kylie groaned; her eyes rolled back into her head. I took my time sliding in the rest of the way. I didn't know what she was accustomed to but I didn't want to hurt her. Slowly, inch by agonizing inch, Kylie and I became one.

The feeling was indescribable - beyond words, beyond thought, beyond even anything I could have imagined. She was so soft, so warm, so inviting, so...so right! I lost my breath in that first moment, so overwhelmed I was as she surrounded me. My arms buckled, but she touched them only once and their strength returned. Our gazes met as we found our rhythm. I could not bring myself to look away. I couldn't bring myself to shut my eyes. I dared not let my attention wander from her eyes, lest I miss something. She was there, and she was with me, and all thought and reason fled.

I could have remained there like that for the rest of my life. It was a state of ecstasy unlike any I had ever known. We connected on a level far beyond what words or gestures could ever communicate. I lost myself in her eyes, and she lost herself in mine. We surrendered to each other, gave ourselves completely to the other. We were one physically and we become one emotionally. Because neither of us cared for our own pleasure, the pleasure we felt was all the more potent, all the more real.

I had long since lost track of time. I didn't consciously try to ignore it; it simply ceased to exist for me. I saw nothing but the beauty and passion in Kylie's eyes. Our gazes had yet to break since we began making love, but I could tell from the subtle change in hers that she was close. Sweat glistened on her brow and all over her neck and chest, and I could feel it on my own as well.

"Ian..." she gasped. "Please...do this with me...oh god, please...oh!"

Her eyes nearly rolled back into her head, but she kept them on me through sheer force of will. Her muscles tightened and squeezed me tightly, and I too finally let go, exploding inside of her with a thunderous cry.

Oh, but that moment was sheer bliss. It was the physical culmination of a decade of emotional desire. I gave her everything I had, and she did the same for me. Our groans of pleasure coalesced into a single voice, completing our passionate union. Our gaze never broke - every twitch, every spasm, every bit of pleasure was on display in our eyes, and we did not want the other to miss it.

When the waves of ecstasy at last subsided, I could not bring myself to move. I gazed down at Kylie, overwhelmed with how very much I loved her, overwhelmed by the fact that I was there with her. This was Kylie. I had just made love to Kylie! Suddenly it was too much to bear. I was so completely overwhelmed. My arms threatened to give way, and my eyes couldn't contain the tears any longer.

The first one fell right onto her cheek, and she looked at me with concern.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I'm here," I said softly. "With you. And you're looking at me like you're in love with me."

"I am in love with you," she said simply, honestly.

"I know," I smiled as a few more tears escaped. "I know."

My arms finally gave way, and I slid down next to Kylie. She curled up into my arms and I held her tightly - so very tightly, as if a thief in the night might steal her away from me. I don't know when I fell asleep. All I knew is that I did so gazing at the contented form of the most beautiful, amazing woman I had ever known in my life. My happiness knew no bounds.

We were one now. And it was right.

Consequences be damned.