Does she? Doesn't she?

11:26 pm Thursday, 29th May, 2008

voddiegal

So, here I am, on my own bed, trying to work out how I got into this situation and how I should act now I am looking at my friend lying naked in my bed, his impressive erection straining under the duvet.

Deciding that nochalance may be my best bet, I murmur something about being cold and uncomfortable downstairs. I will my eyes to look into his, and not whee they would rather travel down to, he knows I am only telling half-truths; that which is not said is still understood, but he does not pressure me into admitting it. J simply shifts over in the bed to let me in. Carefully, I lie down beside some other woman' husband, feeling guility, wanton and excited all at the same time. I remind him of his promise that we can share a bed and he agrees. I can feel his smile even if I can't see it; we are facing one another, I feel his erection against my thigh, and have to restrain myself from reaching down to caress him. We wish each other goodnight, with a brief kiss full of tension, and then I turn so that he spoons up behind me. His arm falls naturally over my body, and without hesitation, J begins to glide his hand across the satin of my nightie, up to my nipple, where he runs the fine smooth fabric over it repeatedly......................................



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