Fucking a Friend Pt. 16

There was a small measure of pride I saw in her expression as she touched it with her fingertips, then dread as she realized that there would be no way that I could explain it.

"Its ok," I joked, "Olivia has been too busy with work and her friends to pay me any mind. We haven't had sex since the night we moved into this house."

Somehow that pleased her. Then she looked lovingly into my eyes, stroke my cheek. "You have the most intense blue eyes." she purred, kissing me on the forehead and sitting back to regard my eyes again, "When we make love," she smiled unashamedly, "and you look at me, I completely melt."

She said made love again. I caught it. So did she and that realization made her blush and want to retreat. She didn't and continued, "Whenever you look at me with them, I see such strength and passion in them."

We weren't going to address the elephant in the room. Again, I wasn't going to push the issue.

"I have an admission," she took my hands in hers and I thought about what the admission could be. To be honest, it did have my heart fluttering. "The first time you regarded me with them, I was entranced," she smirked, as if it was painful to admit, "I have thought us being naked more than I admitted to you at the start of all of this," I saw go into a momentary day dream as I assumed she thought back to that Sunday in April, "It goes back as far as when we all saw The Avengers together."

That went back to nearly a year before our relationship had become sexual, nearly to the time that we became friends. A lot had happened in that time, to both of us, and here we were, in the post glow of sex, reliving the memories and admitting much of what we had thought then.

Still we never addressed what caused her to say lovemaking or what had made her cry. This moment of tenderness and reflection would not be ruined by turning our thoughts to that.

We lingered, half dressed, as we talked until 5 pm. She got herself together and left while I took a shower and readied myself for Friday night festivities, not knowing what we were doing, but aware that Jillian and I would see each other in a few hours.

As I cleaned off the dust and grime of the day in the shower, I found myself longing for Jillian's body against mine. My body reacted to that desire in a very predictable way but I didn't respond to it and simply remained under the massaging beads of hot water and contemplated what I was doing, finally after months of sleeping around with my best friend.