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© by the author by Tess Roberts, all rights reserved
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At eighteen I was married and my life was over. Why did I do such
a silly, impulsive thing? Ah, the reasons are far too complicated
to mention. Certainly I never expected to regret it so soon.
hen my marriage was still less than a year old, my husband started
bringing home Charlie, a friend from his university classes. They’d
study together, watch football games, and Charlie and I would discuss
politics and literature. My husband Roy, though very sweet, was not
possessed of a particularly bright bulb and really not capable of
having a stimulating intellectual conversation.
Charlie’s mind, not to mention his handsome face and intense
blue eyes gave me both a delicious thrill and a sickening dread. I
was having a hard enough time dealing with Newlywed Remorse and trying
to remember why I had been attracted to my husband to begin with.
Now fate seemed to be mocking me, sending me a man with so much more,
tempting me, teasing me with what I might have had if I had only waited.
Charlie and Roy worked part-time at a convenience store in our small
town, just a few blocks from our off-campus apartment. I’d go
there between classes, sitting at a booth near the video games studying
or drinking coffee. When Roy was working, I’d sit and read a
book, exchanging a word or two with him now and then, and leaning
over the counter to give him a kiss before taking off across campus
to my next class.
But if Charlie was working, I could never keep my attention on my
book. He was so animated, so charming, I couldn’t take my eyes
off him. He’d flirt with all the college girls, asking them what
color panties they had on, what size bra they wore—somehow not
offending them, and somehow making me ache deep in my loins. He had
such boyish innocence, he could get away with saying almost anything.
Sometimes he’d flirt with me too, and I began to imagine a spark
between us, something mutually felt but not acknowledged.
I found myself fixing up when Charlie came over. I’d curl my
hair, put on make-up and perfume, wear my best pair of snug white
Levi’s that cupped my ass and made it look inviting, a soft,
tight sweater that displayed my breasts like twin missiles on my chest.
I even wore my long-neglected lacy Victoria’s Secret panties
and matching bra, just in case Charlie might ask me, in his slow seductive
drawl, what color panties I was wearing. I imagined telling him, breathlessly,
in great detail. I even imagined telling him, in an urgent whisper,
how wet they became when he stood close to me or gave me his dazzling
smile and sexy wink, as though I was a desirable young woman and not
a dried up old married husk.
And so it wasn’t too surprising when I began to close my eyes
while making love to my husband. Of course, in my mind, it was Charlie’s
thick blonde hair I ran my fingers through, his lean body I kissed
and pressed against, his long fingers caressing my tits and sliding
between my legs. Sadly, my sex life with Roy was better than it had
ever been.
But soon it wasn’t enough, of course, and I began to feel desperate
for Charlie. He represented everything I had traded away when I said
my vows. Perhaps I could have him, just once, just a taste, and then
find a way to make peace with the choice I had made.
I spent more and more time at the convenience store during Charlie’s
shift, my flirting growing ever bolder. Charlie continued to treat
me like the wife of a friend, though I could tell by the intensity
of his gaze that he felt the heat I was putting forth. At home, as
I puttered around in the tiny kitchen while the two men studied at
the kitchen table, Charlie often found excuses to stand and brush
past me, or reach across me, putting his face inches from mine, smelling
my hair, grazing my butt with his hand or his thigh.
After a few months of this, it was clear he would not be the one to
break the code of honor. I was satisfied that he wanted me as much
as I wanted him and I knew that I would have to be the one to take
the forbidden step.
One night after an evening lab section I stopped at the convenience
store and found Charlie working the night shift. It was after 9pm
but I called Roy and told him I was going to the library with a classmate
to copy some notes and we might study there until late. Major chemistry
test tomorrow, gotta really cram. I’d get a ride home instead
of walking, or I’d call him to pick me up if I needed to. Kiss-kiss,
love you good-bye.
I was shaking, consumed with a nervousness so intense I thought I
would pass out. I had just lied to my husband so that I could seduce
his best friend. What kind of a person does this?
Too late to think of that now, I went off to the ladies room to get
myself together and freshen up. I’d worn a soft cotton summer
dress, snug at the bodice, with a skirt that came to the knee, soft
strappy sandals and painted toenails. I brushed my hair until it lay
around my shoulders in a shining, crackling mass and then smoothed
it down, tucking it neatly behind my ear, to show off my new emerald
earrings. I touched up my mascara and applied just a hint of lipstick
and blush. I surveyed the results and smiled. I was desirable. I was
young. My eyes flashed with lights of anticipation and my cheeks were
flushed with desire. Poor Charlie. If I got the chance, I would savage
him like a wild animal.
I sat for an hour or so, perched on a stool behind the counter with
Charlie running the cash register, sipping a cherry slush and pretending
I was just another college girl, flirting and being flirted with by
a good-looking college guy. Charlie entertained me with bad celebrity
impersonations and impressed me with coin tricks using quarters out
of the cash register. But he kept his distance. His eyes lingered
on my tits and my legs but he never came near me.
After 10:30, campus was deserted and no cars drove by on the street
outside. I knew there probably wouldn’t be another customer in
the store before closing time at midnight but what I did next was
frightening just the same, for I could be caught in a position very
difficult to explain. It was a small university community, and already
I had risked a lot just being seen sitting here behind the counter
with Charlie while my husband waited at home.
“Charlie,” I said, blushing so hard I had to look at the
floor, “You know how you sometimes ask the customers…the
pretty customers…to show you their panties?”
“Yeah.” So soft I barely heard him. He cleared his throat
and repeated, “Yeah.” Was that dread I heard in his voice?
Did he know what I was about to do and was he dreading it?
“I want to show you mine,” I said. Then I slid off the stool
and slowly slid my skirt up my thighs until my hands touched the lacy
green material underneath. I wasn’t blushing anymore; now I watched
his face, saw that his eyes were glued to my hands and followed them
as my fingers slipped under the top of the waistband and slowly pushed
my panties down my legs, letting my skirt drop down slowly to hang
at my knees again. I pushed my panties down to my ankles and then
gracefully stepped out of them, catching them on the tip of my sandal
and tossing them his way. I couldn’t have performed it better,
they hit him right in the crotch where his jeans were already bulging
noticeably.
He caught my panties with his hands and his eyes were like blue laser
beams fixed on mine. I saw that his hand trembled just slightly. I
had imagined this many times and I knew just where I would lead him,
just the place where we could be alone and away from the eyes of the
town.
I turned and walked away slowly, knowing his eyes were on my butt,
liking the feel of the fabric of my dress against my bare skin. I
stopped at the door leading into the gigantic walk-in refrigerator
where cases of soda and beer are kept, lined with rows of glass doors
along the front where customers could reach inside and grab a six-pack
from the rack. The product racks would prevent anyone from seeing
inside the refrigerated room, and if someone saw Charlie come out
of there it would look like he’d just been restocking the Coors
Light.
I glanced back at him, still standing there holding my underwear and
watching me, then gave him an inviting smile before disappearing into
the cool darkness of the refrigerator.
Immediately my nipples were at full attention, and I shivered as a
blast of cold air went up my dress and caressed my bare pussy. Would
he follow me? Oh, how humiliated I would be if he didn’t. I’d
be forced to emerge after a while and try to maintain some dignity
while beating a hasty retreat.
Thankfully, though, the door opened a minute later with a whoosh!
and Charlie stepped inside. Instinct told me to stay put, don’t
go to him. Let him come to me, and come to me he did, crossing the
room in long strides to where I stood shivering and surrounded by
twelve-packs of Diet Coke and Mountain Dew. His hands went around
my waist and I reached up—-he was so tall—to run my fingers
into the thick hair at the nape of his neck. He kissed me and my heart
began to flail about wildly in my chest cavity. I’ve always heard
romance novels describe a kiss that makes one’s knees go weak,
but I’d never experienced such a kiss. I think if he had not
been holding me, I would have slithered down to the cold cement floor
and just dissolved there in a whimpering puddle of goo. Truly I thought
I was going to pass out, so I broke away to catch my breath and his
mouth went to my neck, just below my ear. He was breathing hard, pulling
me against him, sliding his hands down over my butt and tugging fervently,
insistently, squeezing.
“You are so beautiful,” he said. I couldn’t speak at
all, and after a moment he moaned. “You are really incredible.”
I felt his mouth open against my throat, his tongue darting out to
taste my skin, leaving nibbling, tingling bites as he made his way
back to my lips and kissed me again. He moved his hand across my hip
and down my thigh, pulling it back up with a handful of my skirt,
exposing my ass to the cold air and giving his fingers access to my
pussy. He pulled away and stared intently into my eyes as he slid
his fingers into the slick wet folds between my legs and again I nearly
lost the ability to stand upright as he found my clit and rubbed it
firmly with one finger before plunging his fingers inside me, one
then two—such long gentle fingers and he obviously knew his way
around a vagina for he touched just the right spots.
His masterful fingers brought me to glorious orgasm and I gasped out
loud. It was almost a sob and he held me against him until my eyes
stopped spinning in their sockets and I lay my forehead against his
chest. My fingers went to the waistband of his jeans and fumbled to
unfasten the fly. I wanted to see his cock, to hold it and touch it
and feel it against my face and in my mouth. I wanted to give him
what he’d just given me, but he stopped me and tilted my chin
so that I met his intense gaze again.
“You’re too good for him, you know,” he said. “He’s
not enough man for you and you’re too young to be married. He’ll
never satisfy your mind or your body, and it’s because you know
this that you’re here wanting me now. But it can’t be me.
I’m his best friend. This is a small town. He will know and it
will hurt him. God knows it would hurt me if you were mine.”
He kissed me again, slowly, deeply. A good-bye kiss. Then he ran his
thumb softly over my cheek where tears would fall later that night,
and he whispered, “No more.”
He turned and left me there in the refrigerator, adjusting his dick
in his pants before stepping out into the lighted store. He didn’t
look back at me and I was glad. I needed a minute to tuck away the
emotions that were raging inside me, sort them out so I could examine
them later in private. I realized he’d kept my underwear and
wondered what he’d do with them. Would he keep them? Would I
see them again?
With as much composure as I could manage, I stepped out of the refrigerator,
my arms crossed over my erect nipples, rubbing away the goosebumps
on my arms. He stood at the cash register, shuffling some papers around
on a clipboard, adjusting a display of cigarette lighters, and finally
looked up at me as I crossed the room toward the parking lot doors.
I managed a smile and he gifted me with that slow sexy wink one last
time before I stepped out into the darkness and went home to my husband.
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