Just the beggining

As I tied the laces for my running shoes, I told myself there was no going back. I could feel my stomach tightening with every thought of him crossing my mind. I watched the garage door open ever so slowly as I waved goodbye to my worried boyfriend’s mother. I had told her that I was going for a late night run, but what she didn’t know would have killed her. As I ran out of the garage and out into the cold evening night, I could feel my legs quivering with excitement. I began running as I dialed his number making sure it was actually happening. He was my boyfriends best friend and one of my really good friends at the time. I had so much respect for him and had trusted him with my life. My boyfriend and I had been together for years and things were getting pretty boring in the bedroom (if you know what I mean). That’s when I decided to spice things up with someone else. Out of all people I was glad it was him. What made it much more exciting was the fact that it was not the first time something like this had happened.

It was around ten o clock when I arrived, and the house was pitch black. Standing out in the cold streets, I could feel my body shaking with excitement and a little fear. As I dial his number, my fingers struggled to press the right buttons because they were trembling ever so rapidly. Finally, the phone began to ring. I waited patiently for the sound of his sweet voice to answer. The tension began building stronger and stronger as each dial tone passed by. I could barely think as my heart pounded loudly throughout my entire body. “Hello?” He whispered sweetly through the phone. Taking seconds to process what I was doing, I finally answered with a stern “I’m outside!” The phone call suddenly ended and fear began to sink deep within. After a few minutes of silence, I got a text message saying “climb through my window.” I quickly took my shoes off and ran to the side of the house where his bedroom window was wide open. After trying different ways of getting to the window quietly, I finally gave up. As we both thought of ways of getting into his room, the crave for him grew stronger.

After minutes of thinking of ways to get in, he finally cracked the garage door open. The garage door was about a foot high when I attempted to seductively get under it. After quietly getting inside, he quickly shut off the garage lights and motioned me to slowly move towards the door. Once I got to the door my mind told me not to go in, but my body had already made up its mind. Before I knew it I was quickly running to his secluded dark room. As I took off my sweaty tank top and tight fitting bra, I wiped myself down with a cool rag he had left for me. As I waited for him to return to the room, my body filled with countless emotions. I couldn’t wait to run my hands against his muscular arms, and stare into hid deep eyes. When he finally entered the room he was wearing just a towel at his hips. The thought of what was lying underneath his towel was beginning to turn me on more than he knew.

I could only see the silhouette of his body as he sat on the bed right in front of me. As my eyes began to adjust to the darkness of the room, I could finally see him sitting with his towel off and his legs spread open. I could feel my heart pick up pace as I laid helplessly on the floor in front of him. I slowly crawled towards the bed and then in between his legs. I sat straight up on my knees and gave him the “I want you” look. As I slowly closed my eyes and moved my lips closer to his, I could feel the warmth of his breath on my sensitive skin. We both knew what to do once our lips touched. I was beyond turned on when I put my hand on him and slowly stroked up and down. Our feelings grew more intense as the mood changed. I could feel him getting harder as I stroked faster and faster. The room felt hotter as each minute passed by, but the hottest part was yet to come.