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Click hereIt could have been the morning light, but it was like she had a golden glow to her when she smiled at me. "Let's get some breakfast."
I met her downstairs in the kitchen. Both of us were fully dressed. I watched her bustle about the kitchen in her dress, as if nothing had happened. But everything was different. It made me feel uncertain. What were we to each other now? Lovers? Or just regrets?
"So what do we... What happens now? What are we, you know?" I stumbled out. She gave me a regretful look and my heart sank. "It's not fair on him for us to do this." she said, looking down. She fiddled with her fingers. "It's not that I don't want to. I really do. But this is just lust. And I'm not sure I want it to become more."
I stepped towards her. Her face turned up to mine. Knew what she meant, sad as it made me. I looked into her eyes. "I understand. But..." I kissed her. Those soft lips again. Maybe for the last time. "... if you ever need rescuing again..." she smiled at me then. "You won't be so gentlemanly next time, I expect." she smirked. "No. Definitely not." I smiled back.
She stared at me thoughtfully. Then she did something very strange. She took the edge of her skirt, pulled it up and began to twist it, until her lace underwear started to peek into view. They were electric blue. Matching the blue bra strap showing slightly on her shoulder.
She took the twisted up skirt of the dress, and shut the dishwasher door on it. Then she bent over the kitchen counter, looked over her shoulder, and said mock-pathetically: "Oh no. I'm stuck. Please. Somebody help me."
- COMMENTS
There's been a fair few comments on this one! I appreciate people's thoughts (excluding anonymously posted abuse, which I've since removed). I had a think about suggestions that this was a setup, and was inspired to write the prequel: //rosa-blanca.ru/desixxxphoto/s/a-little-help-ch-02-the-prequel
With all the sick, ugly nasty kinks on Lit, why is there such a hateful, visceral reaction to extra-marital sex? I don't understand and probably never will.
Now if there were evil intentions behind it, then BTB. Otherwise it is just sex
The story is well told and erotically, but what kind of friend must he be? If you have friends like that, you don't need enemies!