It's Not Cheating (2 page)

"Well, I'm glad you feel that way."

I snorted. "I know what cheating is."

"Would your husband agree with you?"

"Derek? Oh gosh, he'd think me kissing you was
great."

"What? Really?"

"Yeah, he thinks I'm a prude."

There was a glint in his eye I couldn't decipher.
"What?"

He shook his head as if chasing away a vision.
"Nothing, just looking forward to the next kiss."

I giggled. "Stop it. We have work to do."

I kissed Ben hungrily at the front door. He had me pressed
up against the wall. I felt his hard body touching mine all the way down. Our
mouths moved in a sensual dance of heat and passion.

He ground his hips into me as our mouths worked with even
more desperation than before. His hardened crotch pressed mine.

I wiggled my hips and then raised one leg to encircle the
back of his left thigh. I pulled in and found the position surprising: his hard
bulge rubbed better against my clit. I was feverish.
This feels way too
good. Why did all this time pass working together when he could've been kissing
me?
I ground my clit against him with need.
I love a good kiss.

His hands came up from around me and cupped my cheeks and
jaw, pulling my face in.

I moaned with pleasure.

He groaned back. His hands slid down over my shoulders and
then down to my breasts.

I broke the kiss in shock. "Uh…"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought that wouldn't be
cheating."

"Oh…" I was panting. "No, it's not. I guess
it was just unexpected." I laughed nervously.
He really wants to touch
my small chest?

He kissed me again, lightly bringing his hands back to my
chest.

I arched my back, offering them to him. His hands rubbed
over my blouse, but it still felt nice. What a nice kiss…

His hand shook with excitement on my chest. I felt my
nipples harden almost painfully. I was amazed at myself and at him; we had
never done much more than smile. He had hugged me at each of the last two
Christmas parties, but I hadn't thought much of it. The hugs were nice; that
was all.

But now? I could get used to this.
A nice kiss
between friends would be a great way to liven up the workweek. I looked forward
to my new-found friendly kissing.

I realized I was panting. My hands were all over his back. I
was kneading his muscles with desire. I wanted to get my hands on him if we
were going to be kissing.

I thrilled to the idea there would be more. It was so nice
to find a friend with which I could share these kinds of niceties.
Kissing
is so fun!

I felt him trembling, his body pressed so fully against mine
that I felt his weight and need. I hoped he realized that kissing and maybe a
little touching was all I could ever do. Would he be controllable? I hoped so;
sometimes men lost control.

I resolved to take control as much as possible. I broke the
kiss and gently pushed him away. "Okay, okay…" I panted to catch my
breath. "That was nice, but maybe I should go."

He looked disappointed, but then a warm smile spread on his
handsome face. "See you tomorrow?"

Tomorrow was Sunday. There were still some files to go
through. "Yes, I think so. Need to be ready for Evelyn Error-face."

He chuckled. "More work, less kissing tomorrow. I
promise."

For some reason, while it made me feel better, it also
disappointed me.

~ ~ ~

"Oh, fuck yes, Elizabeth." Derek panted as I rode
him.

I liked being on top more often than not. I rode him with
love.

He said, "I showed a picture of you to Dieter."

"Dieter? Who's that?"

"The new agent I hired in."

"Why'd you show him my picture?" I stopped moving.

He rolled his eyes. "Because it's on my desk."

I started moving again. "Oh. So?"

"He said you were beautiful."

I made a face at him.

He chuckled. "He's a handsome German guy. Good English
but heavy accent."

"So?"

"He seemed really impressed."

I sighed.

He made a face. "You know, I think if another man
looked at you, you'd explode."

"I don't want some nasty-ass threesome with you and
some buddy of yours. I don't cheat."

"No, you don't. You'd probably buck and spin your head
around like Linda Blair in the Exorcist if a man ever touched you."

I coughed. "That's not true. I like hugs."

"Barely."

"No, I do. I hugged Ben today."

His eyes lit up. "Oh yeah?"

I felt him thrusting beneath me. I said, "Yes. We even
kissed."

"Get out."

"We did."

"You? You're a total prude."

"I am not. I'm just not going to cheat. Period. Get
over it."

"So you kissed him?"

"Yes, a couple times."

"Wow, didn't think you had it in you."

"Oh come on. You know I'm fine with hugs and
kisses."

"Yeah, I noticed. So it was hot?"

"Hot?"

"Yeah, did the kissing get you excited?" He was
grinning at me hopefully.

I rolled my eyes. "It was just a kiss. I told him what
I thought of cheating."

He nodded like he had heard it before. "Ah well, nice
to see you loosen up a little."

I moved up and down his cock. "This is the only sex I'm
going to have. Nail down those dumb fantasies of yours."

"Well, it's not cheating if you don't penetrate."

"So? And?" I suspected he would try to maneuver me
into cheating with one of his friends. He never quit.

"So wear a skirt, ditch the panties and sit on his lap
for me."

I coughed. "Derek…"

"What?"

"Come on, now. I'm not going to be some brazen
hussy."

"No, just a beautiful prude."

I coughed louder. "I'm not a prude! I let him kiss me
today. I even let him touch my blouse." I was turning red with
embarrassment."

I felt his cock flex in me. "You did?"

I nodded quickly. "Maybe I shouldn't have."

His eyes went comically wide. "Oh my gawd, someone
touched your blouse. Call 911 and get the divorce attorneys rolling. National
disaster, news at eleven."

I laughed. "Stop it."

"Maybe you need to burn the blouse to get rid of the
cheating-germs all over it."

I shook with laughter. "I'm not like that."

He murmured, "The hell you aren't."

"Look, I know what cheating leads to: it destroys
everything. I love you and I'm not going to destroy our marriage."

"Cheating is when you do it behind my back."

"No, we've been over this before. It's all cheating. If
there's penetration, it's over."

"So, that means blowjobs are okay?"

I collapsed on him in futility. "I give up."

"You do? So you'll meet Dieter?"

I groaned, then laughed. "Derek, you dick."

~ ~ ~

I was out of the shower Sunday morning.

Derek came into the bedroom. "Breakfast at The Egg
Basket?"

"Ah, sorry. Going into work again for a few hours.
Still have some files to get through." I selected some slacks.

"Is Ben going to be there?"

"Yes." I considered the color.

"Wear a skirt."

I rolled my eyes at him.

"Really. Be comfortable."

"I'm perfectly comfortable in slacks."

"Think you might get kissed again?"

I giggled. "Maybe."

He struck a slight pose and nodded. "Kissing for me was
always nicer when the gal was wearing a skirt. Made me feel more manly."

I looked at him, considering his words. My head tilted and I
studied his face. Was he being serious? Did it matter to men what a woman wore
when they kissed? Maybe it was better if I wore something more womanly. Would
it make Ben feel more manly? I shivered a little remembering his muscles.

I selected a skirt.

My husband smiled. "There you go. How about a shorter
one?"

I glared. "Don't push it."

I went to the dresser and dug for nylons.

He threw up his hands. "Nylons are gross."

"What?"

"I'm serious. Yuck. Why wear a skirt at all?"

"You're supposed to in the office."

"I see plenty of office chicks not wearing nylons. It's
nice. If you're going to wear nylons, you might as well don a full suit of
prude-armor. No nylons is nice."

Would Ben think it was nice?
I considered it and then
stuffed the nylons back in the drawer.

"What blouse are you going to wear?"

I placed hands on hips. "Hey."

"What?"

"Who's dressing who, here?"

I went to work dressed like a tart. Okay, maybe not, but I
definitely would not wear a skirt to work on any normal day. I worried all the
way to the door. I went inside.

Ben wasn't here and I felt disappointed. But I dismissed
that immediately and went into the cafeteria. I made coffee. By the time I was
ready to get to work, Ben walked in. I was sort of leaned over looking at the
two stacks of files.

A smile lit his face and I saw his eyes drop down to my
skirt. The smile widened.

Is that a good smile? Or is he laughing at me?
"Hi."

His eyes came back up. "Hi. You look really nice in a
skirt."

I blushed, feeling a sudden surge of embarrassment.
He
likes it!
"Oh… well, thanks."

He poured himself a coffee and came to stand beside me. He
blew out a breath. "So…"

Are you going to kiss me? It was fun yesterday…
"Yeah, lotta work to get through."

He smiled, nodding and then leaned over and planted a small
kiss on my lips. It was nice for a tiny kiss, but that's all it was. He said,
"Well, let's get it done."

I pouted. I liked being kissed.
What's wrong that he gave
me such a small peck? Is it the skirt? Darn you, Derek.
I sat.

We went through another cup of coffee before he shifted in
his chair to get more comfortable. He grumbled, "These plastic chairs are
so uncomfortable."

"Yes…" I felt as if my butt were bruised.
"Think I'll get my office chair."

He jumped up. "Yeah, great idea."

We wheeled in our chairs. Nice and comfortable desk chairs
made for sitting all day. Both of us sank into them with sighs.

I giggled.

He stretched his feet out and I heard his shoes clump to the
floor.

I did the same to mine. Our feet touched as soon as I
stretched my legs. "Oh, sorry."

He laughed. "That's all right. I guess these sit lower
than the cafeteria chairs." He pulled at my feet with his and placed them
around mine.

I smiled. His feet felt good bracketing mine. I went back to
work. Shifting from one file to the next, I shifted my position. My feet moved
and he moved his to let go. I said, "You're all right." I rubbed his
foot with my right.

He smiled and used his other foot to rub mine.

I smiled back, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside.

We went back to work, but our feet moved every once in a
while, stroking each other's in a slow playful rub.

I stretched near noon and groaned.

He said, "Hungry?"

I felt jittery and depleted. "Yeah, skipped breakfast.
The coffee wore off an hour ago."

"Want to get a chicken salad?"

"Mmm, that sounds nice. Tommy's?"

"Yeah. Good organic stuff."

"Sure."

I followed him out to his car. A wind had picked up and my
skirt lifted a little. I smoothed it down.

He had a nice Mustang classic. My guess was the late
sixties. I sat in the passenger seat. I said, "Wow, nice."

He grinned. "I didn't restore it. Bought it this way at
an estate sale. But, yeah, it was well-kept."

"I didn't take you for a car-man."

He scowled in an amused way. "Car-man?"

"Yeah, someone all wrapped up in their cars."

He poked me.

I squealed.

He said, "You ever hear me talk about my car?"

"Um, no." I slapped his finger away. He kept
poking it at me. I gasped. "Stop."

He laughed and poked me some more.

"Ak!" I slapped and then finally gripped his hand
in a death-grip. I lowered it to my thigh and held it there, trapped. I sighed
with relief.

He didn't try to remove his hand.

I felt his heat in my grasp. I started stroking his hand, my
pulse beginning to race. His hand felt strong and manly. I looked down at it
and traced the lines on the back of his hand. I ran my fingernail along a
couple of scars there.

He cleared his throat. "That was a slip on my handle
bars as I was pedaling in the standing position. Hand slipped along the brake
cable and sliced it open."

"Ouch." I touched it more gently. Then I moved his
thumb out to consider it. My hands looked small compared to his. He had clean
fingernails; I hated dirty ones. I traced his knuckles and had fun doing it.

He pulled his hand away. "We're here."

We ordered and ate out on the patio.

He said, "We have maybe a couple hours til we're
done."

"Yeah." I stabbed my plastic fork into my salad,
thinking of Evelyn Error-face. A plastic fork tine broke off.
Darn.
I
picked it out.

"Cheapie plastic," he said.

I stabbed again, more carefully, but two more tines broke
off. "Of for crying out loud…"

"Let me get you another."

I was already getting up. "No, that's all right. I can
get my own."

He shrugged and took another bite.

As I cleared one leg over the bench and stood, a gust lifted
my skirt and then swirled. I was totally exposed. I slapped my skirt down with
my free hand but the other side was up.

Ben was looking.

I almost fell over getting my other leg out. He must have
had a great view of my panties and parted legs.

He was smiling.

I blew out a breath. "What are you smiling at?"

"I like black panties."

I blushed. "I should've worn slacks."

He frowned. "Aw, and spoiled the fun? You look great in
a skirt."

I do?
His words made me feel better. "You really
like black panties? Thought men liked white ones."

I didn't wait for an answer. I was back inside grabbing
another fork. Then I grabbed a second one. Just in case. I rejoined him.

"I prefer black ones. Cheryl only wears white. Kinda
dull, if you ask me."

"Cheryl or the panties?"

He chuckled. "The panties. She's wonderful."

I said, "Oh, sorry."

"It's all right. She is, though."

I smiled. "Good, you should think so if you're going to
marry her."

"Well, if she can get over her ex."

I took a bite. "What do you mean?"

"She has this ex-boyfriend. I think they have some kind
of love-hate relationship."

"Oh? How?"

"Twice over the past four months, she's ran back to
him."

"Ran back to him?"

"Yeah, ended up in bed with him."

I felt embarrassed. "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry."

He waved off my apology. "That's all right. I think
she's over him this time?"

"That'll be bad news if she isn't. Once you're
married…"

He made a wry face. "Don't remind me. I wouldn't want
to find out she ran back again after we tied the knot."

"So she's had sex with him? Full-on…?"

He nodded.

I shook my head. "Penetration is cheating, but if you
aren't married yet… That's a tough one."

"Yep."

"Hmm, is it cheating if you aren't even married
yet?"

"I don't know."

I twisted my mouth. "I would think it would be since
you're promised to each other."

"Yeah, not official, though."

I shrugged. "Your call, but I think it's
cheating."

"If there's penetration."

"Yep. Definitely."

"I don't think I want her kissing him, either."

I sort of chuckled. "Um, there's nothing wrong with a
kiss."

"I don't know."

"Oh come on. You've never kissed five different women
under the mistletoe? Or seen a woman kiss five different men?"

"That's different."

"Is not. It's just kissing. It's fun."

He raised an eyebrow at me. "If your husband kissed
some woman, you'd be okay with it?"

"Sure, as long as it was just a kiss. Big deal. He
kisses his relatives."

"Does he share your view of kissing?"

"Yes. He was happy you kissed me and I had fun."

"He was?"

I nodded. "Mm hmm."

He looked thoughtful. "Huh."

~ ~ ~

I held his hand in my lap on the drive back. He had squeezed
my knee and I had captured it again. I stroked his fingers and heard him sigh.

I glanced over at him as we were nearing the office. Then I
looked down, my eyes drawn to something out of place. His slacks were bulging
up very obviously.

I looked away quickly.
Had I done that to him? Or was he
thinking about Cheryl?
I stroked more on his hand and twisted my fingers
around his. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his slacks flex upwards.

Oh my gosh, I'm doing that!
A wave of satisfaction
and power came over me, as if just through a touch, I could excite a man.

Back in the office, he acted as if he had forgotten me.

I pouted, and set my mind to work.
No kissing today? No
fun.

We finished around two and began refiling the hard files.

I shut the last drawer and stretched my arms over my head.

His glance dropped to my blouse.

Oh goodness. There's nothing to see.
I dropped my
arms and left the file room. I rolled my chair back to my office and he did the
same.

He said at the front door, "Well, I guess we're ready
for Evelyn."

I made a face.

He smiled at me, his eyes twinkling. "How about a kiss,
Elizabeth?"

"Oh? I almost thought you didn't want to. Like I stink
or something."

He snorted. "Um, no. I had to control myself all day so
we could get the work done."

I thought of his bulging slacks and giggled.

He came at me, eyes lowered, intent on kissing me.

I backed up against the wall, swallowing hard. His presence
was so manly and demanding. I felt my knees tremble.

His body came close and his heat touched my skin. I opened
my mouth in a gasp and his mouth pressed down on mine. My arms wrapped around
his neck with relief and our tongues moved fast against each other. I moaned.

His kiss was electrifying.

Wow, I waited all day for this and it was worth it.

His hands traveled up my sides to my blouse.

I gasped as his hands slid over my breasts through bra and
blouse.
That feels nice.

I kissed him faster, my mouth and tongue working with his to
slide over each other wetly. I moaned with a shaking voice.

He dropped his hands down and ran them over my skirt and
hips.

My legs parted a little as he pressed. I lifted my left leg
and wrapped it around the back of his thigh. I had seen it in Lifetime movies
and it always looked so hot. It was.

His hands used the opportunity and ran up my hips. I felt
his hands run over my panties and pull my butt in.

I groaned.

He lifted me suddenly, cupping my butt and pushing me back
up against the wall. I wrapped both legs around his waist.

His kiss became more feverish.

I felt him press his bulge against my crotch and hold it
there. I could feel the pressure on my clit and hole through my skirt and
panties. I moaned and thrust my hips back at him, feeling his bulge with my
pussy.

I had to break the kiss. I panted desperately, trying to
catch my breath, but moaning more instead of breathing. I rubbed my pussy
faster on his bulge, relishing the friction. Heat and pleasure numbed me from
my pussy, but winding a coil of uncontrolled need rose in me.

He growled, thrusting his hips against mine and cupping my
butt with his hands.

I sighed, finally catching my breath, though my pulse
threatened to go from ballistic to emergency.
Now this is a kiss. I'm glad I
wore the skirt.

We kissed again, slower this time as he slowly thrust his
bulge at my pussy. It felt so thrilling I wanted it to go on. I moved with him,
sliding my pussy up and down his bulge.

This is how every woman needs to be kissed. Always.