Mark was standing by the sink with a bottle of water tilted up to his lips. He was shirtless and wet. I did a quick search of my brain to see if I had ever seen him without a shirt on. I couldn’t remember that time. But if I did this time I was looking with a fresh set of eyes. The eyes that had secret information. The eyes that spotted muscles and a legit six-pack right above his waistline. Fuck! He was hot!
“Hey.” He spoke first.
“You went for a run?”
“Yeah. I ordered Chinese. It should be here in an hour.”
“Cool. Quick question. Do you walk round shirtless all the time?”
His face changed. He was almost smiling. “Is that going to be a problem for you?”
“No, no, I was just wondering. Shirtless landlord wasn’t in the lease agreement.”
“We could ad an amendment if you wanted to go shirtless. It would only be fair.”
Jesus, this was the stuff that made women fall for him.
“Ha, I think I’m good.”
“You are, but I wouldn’t be offended if you want to remove your shirt.”
“I do no want to do that.”
He shrugged. “Bummer. I’m going to shower. Food should be here in forty minutes.”
He rushed by me and up the back staircase. My face was smiling, and I was just happy he wasn’t around to see it.
I stood there and felt the tingle in my belly. Moisture pooled in between my thighs. Fuck! I was attracted to him. I couldn’t believe it. How did it happen? I’d been very close to him. We’d even slept in the same bed together. None of that mattered now because my panties were wet.
I busied myself by washing clothes. We ate dinner together and went into the living room to watch the latest episode of The Chi. We were sitting on the same couch, but on opposite ends. He was flicking through the channels, but I was looking at him, not the TV screen. In the past we sat closer, but after his confession he started keeping his distance.
“Hey.” I said. “I’m not crazy right. Things are different.”
He paused like he was contemplating something. “Different how.”
“With.” I pointed from me to him.
“Yeah, it’s different.”
“Why?”
“You know why. I said a lot of things and you pretty much laughed at me.”
“I’m sorry. That was rude.”
“It’s fine. I still feel the same way, but I want to be respectful.”
“What’s that mean?”
“I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize our friendship.”
“I don’t want to do that either but—”
“It’s weird now.”
“A little.”
“What do you think we should do?” He asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Let me think. Uh, I got it. We can kiss. I can kiss you and you can kiss me. If we start laughing in the middle of it, then we’ll know it was a bad idea. We can just go back to how we were before my mouth went on a talking spree.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Okay what’s really weird is I don’t think that’s a bad idea.”
“Let’s try it.” He scooted toward me.
“Right now?” I asked, surprised at how goofy and how sensible this childish proposition was.
“Yes, right now.”
“Stop smiling.” He ordered, and I hadn’t even realized I was smiling. “If you’re already smiling, you’re going to laugh as soon as our lips touch.”
“No, I’m not.” I let out an unrehearsed giggle.
“See, stop, be serious.”
I made a straight face. “Okay fine. Do it. I’m ready.”
“Okay chill, stop smiling.”
I wiped my smile off with my hand, and he shook his head no.
“Tanya.”
“What?”
“Stop fidgeting. Close your eyes.”
I closed my eyes and tried to be very still. This was insane. I was giddy for no reason at all until…
Uh, uh, oh, ah. His lips were on mine, and his tongue pressed its way inside my mouth. One of his hands gripped my shoulder, and the other hand cradled the side of my face. He was inside my mouth and I was slipping around from reality.
My nipples stood at attention and my pussy starting throbbing. I sighed in his mouth as he devoured my tongue. Oh, my goodness! Oh, my goodness!
Stop! I screamed that word in my head, but it never came out my mouth. Instead of the word, I was able to push back on his chest.
I broke the connection.
“Tanya.”
“Huh.”
“Did you feel something?”
“I did. I did, but you’re a good kisser.” I tried to shake it off, but my heart rate was doing cartwheels and backflips. “You have to be a good-kisser. You’ve had a lot of practice.”
“I’m okay with you taking jabs at me. Everyone has a past.”
“True, I’m sorry. That’s real immature. Mark—”
“At least you didn’t laugh at me.” He bit his lip and I noticed. Instead of staring at his mouth, I looked down.
No way!
His dick was hard. I could see the bulge begging to break free. I couldn’t pretend like I didn’t see it. It was the one thing in between us on this couch.
“You see that. You did that.”
I didn’t really want to take credit for it, but then again I did.
“Give me a chance. Come spend the night with me. Don’t turn me down.”
He slowly placed his hand in between us. I looked from his eyes to his hand. I took his extended hand. He stood and pulled me to standing.
He guided me up the stairs to his bedroom. Something was different about this first time. I knew what it was. I wasn’t afraid or nervous.
****
MARK
This sexy woman completely mesmerized me. I was in love with her and had been for so long. I wanted this, and I was determined to impress her. I had old tricks and new tricks. I had magic that rivaled Mike and David Copperfield.
She followed me into my bedroom and I was going to do everything in my power to make sure this wasn’t the only time.
We stood face-to-face and utterly silent. Her hands were pressed on my chest. I leaned into her and she
