1. What Were the Chances?


    Date: 3/4/2016, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Jayne33, Rating: 21, Source: LushStories

    anything and everything. I laughed so hard that my sides hurt. We shared stories of love, lust and hurt and by the time the sun started to rise above the horizon I felt like I’d known him forever. “We should get going. The cleaners will be arriving soon,” I reluctantly said. “Won’t Chris wonder where you’ve been all night?” “He’s gone to visit his brother for a few days, so he’s not at home. It looks like it’s going to be a nice day, so I’ll probably get some sleep then work on my tan in the garden, before my shift at night.” “Now that I’d like to see.” I grinned at his compliment, “Perhaps I’ll send you a picture.” *** It was the start of an intense and exceptionally close friendship. It was the sort of friendship that many would never be able to understand. Perhaps that’s because many would see that it could never last long term, but in my happy oblivious world, I had hope that I could make it work. Every day we spoke. If I was at home he would text me. He would come see me at work and I often joked that our friendship would turn him into an alcoholic. We became close on so many levels. We could make each other laugh, talk maturely about deep topics, rant about work and family, and most commonly talk about lust and desire. I felt bad because he was a young single guy. We both knew I was attached and so nothing could ever physically happen between us; he was a gentleman and would never do that to Chris. He also knew that I would struggle with the guilt and didn’t want to ...
    put me through that. I respected him so much for that and it only made my feelings for him grow even stronger. That didn’t mean to say that we didn’t take things as close to a full blown affair as we possibly could. What was once a case of me describing in detail what I got up to in the bedroom with Chris, turned quickly into what I wanted Luke to do to me. I have to laugh at how conniving he was at the beginning when he tricked me. We were in the park catching some sun before my shift was due to start. I was curious to find out what he was like in the bedroom. All my other previous attempts to find out how many women he’d slept with had been closed down, so I decided to take a different approach. “Do you like to be dominant, or be dominated in the bedroom?” He smiled a wry grin before answering, “I’d say I’m switch.” “Bit of both keeps things interesting I guess,” I paused before continuing. “We have a completely open and honest friendship right?” “Yeah, of course.” “Well then, why do you always clam up when I try to ask you about who you’ve slept with in the past? Are you still a virgin?” My radar had been picking up on things and I had my suspicion, but I was still shocked when he answered back, “Yes.” It was the start of being continually shocked by him. I’m sure I’ve used the phrase, “Switch, my arse!” a few times throughout the next several months. For a guy that had never had sex before, he sure knew how to stoke the flames of desire within me. With just a look he could ...
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