Moonlight (a Melanie King Affair 4 Part Mini-Series - Part 1)

Moonlight

Part #1

A Melanie King Affair 4 Part Mini-Series

By, Lisa Sumil

Copyright: Lisa Sumil 2013

Based on Actual Events

1

I was acutely aware of everything around me. The cool touch of the Formica against my forearm, the cheap plastic-coated apron our server wore, the ceramic tile floor underneath my feet, and the sticky feel of the cheap red booths in the retro diner that screamed tacky nostalgia. Warren watched me, his arm draped over the top of the booth back, gently resting against my shoulder as his thumb made mindless circles against my bare skin. His other hand rested on my thigh, just under the hem of my rusty-orange summer dress, hiking it up dangerously. My senses were on high alert.

He watched my eyes as I felt them water, my heart drumming strong under his gaze. I could feel the rise and fall of my chest press against my dress as we maintained eye contact. He just watched me curiously, waiting patiently.

“
This is
n’
t just an affair anymore
,
” I finally said.

I saw his face soften.
He already knew.
He took a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh.
When did he realize this?
I kept wondering and he kept watching.

His hand left my thigh and drove inside me, his fingers deep, exploring. I gasped desperately, taking a shaky breath. My god we had become addicted to each other. My body tensed and I bit my lip, struggling to maintain composure so the rest of the diners could remain oblivious. The more he explored, the less I cared. My head fell into the nook of his neck as my breath quickened. I knew he delighted in making me feel helpless and I loved that he enjoyed it.

He lifted my chin with his other, not-busy, hand and made me look at him again, keeping eye contact while he messed with my senses and continued to pleasure me.

“
I
t’
s not just an affair anymore
,
” he agreed.

I opened my legs a little more, giving him free access and his eyes grew darker, hungrier. Every touch, every breathless orgasm he gave me was a battle, a war raging on in my mind of right and wrong. My heart, my mind, every fiber of me knew what I was doing was wrong on every level and yet I could
n’
t stop. My drug. Warren was my oh-so-amazing drug that I could
n’
t get enough of. It took everything not to climb on top of him in that diner so he could take me right there and that drove me mad in the finest way. 

“
Can I get you guys anything else
?
”

The servers voice shocked me. I did
n’
t turn back to look at her. My back faced her as I was turned in the booth facing Warren. His eyes never left mine and his eyes only grew hungrier. I wondered if one of us was going to answer. I did
n’
t trust myself.

“
Tha
t’
ll be all
,
” he said as he continued to watch me.

He tickled that spot on the inside of me that he had grown to know so well. A spot my husband never found.

“
We can stay here as long as you want
,
” he said again to me, his voice gravely - and he tickled that spot again. He knew I would
n’
t, could
n’
t answer.

Finally, mercifully, he slowed and said we could go. Before we left the booth he licked his wet fingers while watching me, only heating me up all over again.

Not just an affair anymore

The words played in my mind over and over as we walked towards our cars in back of the diner off 87. He walked behind me and I could practically feel his eyes grazing over my body. If it was
n’
t just an affair anymore and he had realized that already, why had
n’
t he stopped it?

The sun had just disappeared behind the trees, cooling the air considerably and casting the sky in a swirl of plum and orange - Warre
n’
s favorite time of the day.

I reached my car and felt him still standing behind me. Would Zack be wondering where I am yet? Would Sophia be wondering where Warren was? I shivered in the cool air thinking about our spouses, something I tried not to, but their faces always cruelly invaded my thoughts at the worst times.

When I turned to face Warren he still had that look on his face - a mixture of hunger and knowingness. A drug addict wanting their fix but knowing it would only make it more difficult to break. Then I saw something else.

“
Are you going home
?
” he asked.

My heart leapt in my chest. When had a simple question become so complicated?

The sound of a door creaking open startled me. I turned back toward the diner and saw one of the workers throwing a garbage bag into the dumpster. The boom of the bag hitting the bottom of the dumpster echoed back to us. The worker never noticed us standing in the shadows of my car and I watched the door close behind him. We were alone in the parking lot again.

I did
n’
t answer Warrens question. I just faced him again and leaned my back against the car and he stepped forward, closing the distance between us. He trailed his finger along the low neckline of my dress, just barely grazing my skin with the back of his knuckle, raising goosebumps on my flesh.

“
Do
n’
t go home
,
” he said.

My phone chimed.

Warren slipped the strap off my left shoulder and tugged it down, exposing my breast to the cool evening air. My breathing became heavier and I felt my insides warm and throb in response. I dared a glance at my phone and saw a text from Zack. Warren slipped the other strap off my shoulder, leaving me topless in the parking lot. The cool air felt foreign and welcoming against my skin.

He lowered his head and took a taste of my skin and perking me with his lips, nibbling softly. I could
n’
t help myself. The moan escaped and my body pressed against him reflexively, begging for more. In the distance I could hear the creaking of the diner door opening again but did
n’
t care.
Let them watch.

Warren pulled away and the cool air did wondrous things against the moisture he left behind with his mouth. He pulled the straps of my dress back up, covering me again.

“
I have a lot of work to do at the office this weekend
,
” he said as he took my hand in his
.“
You should stop by and visit me
.
”

I could barely manage a nod. My body still reeling from the heat and yearning.

“
I wish you were coming home to me instead
,
” he said and then pressed his lips hard against mine. My heart ached.

He walked me to the drivers side of my car and opened the door for me.

“
But,
I’
ll settle for a visit this weekend instead
,
” he said as I slid in behind the wheel.

“
I’
ll text you later
,
” I said - knowing
I’
d probably go another night without sleep as we would text back and forth throughout the night, again.

As I pulled out of the parking lot I opened the message from Zach.

Picked up your favorite, i
t’
s getting cold.

I cried nearly the entire way home. As I pulled into the driveway my phone chimed again. I looked down to see a text from Warren.

It was never just an affair

My heart soared. I reluctantly deleted the text and glanced in the mirror, seeing my puffy eyes and puffy lips. Lust and emotions never mix.

Lilian came bounding down the front steps and jumped in my arms as I got out of the car. I pressed my face against her soft blonde curls and could smell the strawberry shampoo she loved. Zach stood barefoot on the red brick steps of our home, smiling.

“
How was your day
?
”

“
Fine
.
” I carried Lilian up the walkway
.“
Allergy issues all day, though
.
”

“
Your eyes do look a little bloodshot
.
”

I just nodded. I hated that it was so easy to lie to him.

“
Did you guys already eat
?
”

“
Lilian had pizza at school so she was
n’
t very hungry when she got home
.
”

“
Sh
e’
ll probably end up getting hungry just before bedtime then
,
” I said as I stepped passed him into our home.

Zach laughed. My heart broke.

I sat at the dining table and ate the pasta from our favorite Italian restaurant, barely tasting a thing. Every night, every moment of the day I contemplate telling Zachary about my affair. I hated lying to him. Every night, I chickened out.

“
What are you doing
?
” I asked him, seeing him frown at the computer screen. He sat with me at the dining table with his laptop.

“
I heard there was a wine festival happening in Solvang this weekend and I was thinking we could go
.
”

“
What about Lilian
?
” I asked.

“
She is having a sleepover at the Parke
r’
s this weekend
.
”

“
So why are you frowning
?
”

“
Well, almost everything is sold out. The only place left has rooms for three-hundred-fifty dollars a night
.
”

I waited. If I told him it was fine to spend the money and to be romantic he would do it. I did
n’
t want to have to tell him that it was okay and decided to leave it up to him. Money was
n’
t an issue for us. It had
n’
t been for a long time.

I rolled the pasta around my fork and continued to eat. I wondered what Warren would be eating, if he would just make a sandwich or order pizza.

I listened to Zach click around on the computer with the mouse buttons and wondered if he was booking the room. I realized I silently hoped he would.
Give me a reason to fight for us,
I thought.
Give me a reason to be with you instead.

Tears prickled the corner of my eyes as I thought my cruel thoughts. It was
n’
t his fault, I chided myself. It was
n’
t his fault I was having an affair.

Minutes ticked by.