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I sighed deeply as I hung up the phone with my husband.’What the fuck did you do? Idiot!’ I scolded myself. ‘It hasn’t even been two months.’I rolled out of bed, head swimming a bit, and shuffled into the shower to wash my hair and body, then sat on the floor until the hot water began to run out. I dried off and headed into the kitchen, pausing briefly in front of the coffee pot before deciding on iced water and toast.The night before had been a blur at first, but as the sleep gradually faded from my brain, it had become strikingly clear. I had fucked my neighbor, Gary. In my own living room, no less. A smile touched the corners of my mouth briefly as I replayed parts of the liaison before shaking my head as if to rid myself of the thought. After I finished my toast, I resolved to get myself ready for the day and try to get a few things done.After dressing and putting on just enough makeup to be presentable, I blow-dried my hair and left it straight. I grabbed my everyday purse and went to the secretary in the living room, retrieving the clutch I had tossed there the night before. I emptied its contents into the other bag and turned to walk out the door, but as I did, I froze. Through a gap in the blinds, I could see him on his porch, sweeping.‘Ugh, not right now,’ I thought to myself.I hadn’t even attempted to unpack the events of the previous night. At that moment, the last thing I needed was to talk to Gary face-to-face. I waited for him to return to his house for several minutes before hurriedly descending my stairs and trotting to my car. I exited the parking lot of my condominium complex and got on the road.As I went about my errands, I at times played devil’s advocate with myself while at the same time resolving to never do it again.’Nobody ever has to know. It was a minor slip-up. You’re not the first woman to ever do this. Take it to your grave.’ I thought.The devil tossed her two cents in, ‘That’s right, nobody ever has to know. It was good, wasn’t it? Just keep it in your pocket, you might need it again.'”Shut the fuck up,” I mumbled, silencing both voices.I finished my errands and headed home, pausing in the driveway to look for Gary’s car. It was gone, so I hurriedly parked, carried my few groceries and things up the stairs, and closed the door behind me. I looked around the room and went about straightening the things I had scattered when we made our hasty entry the previous night. I returned the clutch to its home in my closet and the pile of my clothes from the night before that had migrated from the floor to an armchair went into the washing machine.The blinds were still drawn, and I pulled the tilt cord to open them just enough to let some light in. As I turned, I noticed a discolored spot on the edge of the couch where I had been sprawled the night before.‘Oh shit,’ I thought, staring with a sense of dread at the stain on the beige fabric.I all but şişli escort ran to the kitchen to grab upholstery cleaner from under the sink and went about cleaning the stain. As I scrubbed, I began to realize that there would now be a very clean spot on an otherwise not-so-clean couch cushion. An hour later, I was sitting in the armchair staring at a very clean couch, wondering why I had been in such a hurry to hide evidence from someone who wouldn’t see it for another three months.I went about avoiding Gary. A week went by, and I came home to a brief message on the answering machine asking that I call him. I ignored it and three days later, a knock came at my door. I tiptoed over and looked through the peephole to discover him standing on the landing with his back turned. I ignored that as well and waited for him to go away. I watched him descend my stairs and ascend his own after trying the doorbell. I was able to keep up the game of avoiding calls and knocks at the door for about another week before rationalizing that I couldn’t do it forever. I resolved that I would go about my business and confront Gary when the time came.As if calling in fate, the very evening I made that decision, I rounded the corner on my way to the dumpster with a bag of trash in hand and nearly bumped into him. It was dark out, and I let out a little shriek, dropping the plastic bag.”Whoa, sorry,” he said, holding his hands up.”It’s okay, you just startled me,” I mumbled as he bent to pick up the garbage bag.”Listen, Allie,” he began carefully. “I figured you were probably feeling weird about the other night. I get it. It’s fine. I feel a little bad about it myself, and I want you to know that it’s cool. I’m not expecting anything from you. If you want to go back to just being friends, that’s okay. If you want to never talk to me again, that’s okay too. But you don’t have to hide from me. “This threw me for a bit of a loop because that had been my overriding thought through the previous weeks, that he would expect this to become a thing. But his words gave me an overwhelming sense of relief, and I sighed audibly.”Okay,” I replied. “I just need to process it, you know. I didn’t expect things to go this way.””Well, take as much time as you need. And if you need anything, you know where I am. Cool? I’ll get this,” he said, inclining his head towards the bag as he turned for the dumpster.I stood mutely for a moment, not quite knowing what to say.”Thanks, Gary,” I finally mustered.He turned and waved a hand while walking backwards for a moment, as I watched him walk into the fading light.I went back upstairs and tried to watch TV without really paying attention to what was happening on the screen.’Why does he have to be so fucking nice about it?’ I thought. ‘If he were an asshole, I could just tell him it was one and done, go away. Now I have to talk to him.’And it was true. mecidiyeköy escort No matter what, I would have to at least be civil. He lived sixty feet from me, and I would have to depend on him to keep his mouth shut eventually. I didn’t normally keep much alcohol in the house, but my grandmother had left a bottle of Canadian whiskey under my sink during a visit the month before. I mixed it with some diet soda and got buzzed before falling asleep.Another week slipped by. The calls from Jay went on, mostly by rote at that point. Nothing much was going on for either of us, and the conversation was generally pretty mundane. Gary and I had settled into a sort of awkward civility which consisted of mainly idle chit-chat. I had unpacked, then re-packed the events of “that night” tightly. However, I gradually increased the length of my peeks into that box. The fact that it was usually late at night when I needed “inspiration” was often tempered by a lot of arguing back and forth between different sides of my conscience.As the days marched on, these forays became more and more frequent, reaching almost a fever pitch. Early one Friday evening, I had been steadily making my way through one of a pair of bottles of wine my boss had passed along to me when I noticed Gary going up his stairs. I had just enough time to admire his wide shoulders and tight backside before he went through his door.A notion came over me and my stomach dropped as it glared in my mind. I briefly attempted to dispel it, but after a moment’s consideration, I retrieved the second bottle from the refrigerator, and after checking my makeup and hair in the mirror in the dining room, I headed across to Gary’s.I paused at the door and almost lost my nerve until he startled me by opening the door. I stood like a deer in the headlights, mouth agape.”Hey!” he said cordially. “I heard you coming up the stairs. Everything okay? “‘Ah fuck. Busted,’ I thought.”Oh! I, uh, just wanted to see if you wanted this wine. My boss gave it to me,” I fumbled.”Oh, you don’t want it? Let me see,” Gary said, taking the bottle from my hands.It wasn’t particularly fancy, but decent enough that I probably wouldn’t have spent my own money on it.”This is pretty good stuff,” he continued. “And it’s already chilled! Want to share it with me? “I attempted to demur, telling him I had already had most of another bottle just a while before, but Gary insisted I have at least a glass with him. My attempt to backtrack defeated, I entered the house and followed him to the kitchen, where he retrieved a couple of wine glasses, giving each of us a healthy pour. As we moved towards the couch, I peered around at the well-appointed living room and spotless kitchen as we each chatted about what the other had been up to. His new business had taken an unexpected upturn, and he was looking at buying property out of state. I had settled nicely into my new job and was being courted by the sales director to join her team.When the subject turned to Jay, I came close to losing my nerve again, but the wine had me feeling warm and was doing its work, so I quickly moved past the subject. I glanced at his chest muscles rippling under his polo shirt as we chatted and lowered my gaze briefly to the bulge in his jeans. He caught my glance but didn’t change his demeanor. As the conversation went on, I eventually relaxed. It felt like one of our “dates”, the ones before I had made a pass at him and pulled him into my house weeks prior. The only difference, I realized, was that I had been fighting with myself about making this very moment happen for all of those weeks.I stood and went to the kitchen to refill our glasses, having arrived semi-consciously at the decision that I had come here for a purpose and that I was going to see it through. When I returned, instead of sitting opposite him on the loveseat, I sat next to him on the couch. Gary read the situation and turned his body towards me as we continued to chat and joke. I steadily edged closer to him, occasionally reaching out to touch his knee, or smacking at his chest in response to some particularly wicked jest. There was a brief silence, and my eyes met his.”You know, Allie, I lied. I’m sorry you felt weird about it and all, but I didn’t. I haven’t felt like that for a really long time. I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind since,” Gary said, referring to our earlier liaison.I sat numb for a second or two, not wanting to give too much away. In the end, I gave up.”Neither do I,” I admitted, sighing. “I’ve thought about it almost every day.”We sat staring at each other in silence for a moment. I was facing him by then, my left foot tucked underneath me with our knees touching. The suede upholstery was causing my legs to sweat a little where my shorts didn’t cover them. Finally, he leaned in and our lips met.The kiss was soft and lingering, causing my stomach to drop and my skin to break out in goosebumps. When it finally broke, we pulled apart and our eyes met once again.”I’ve wanted you since the day I laid eyes on you,” he half whispered.I leaned in, my lips parted, and our lips met again. This time, his tongue slipped into my mouth alongside mine, and I greedily accepted it, pushing my own into his in return. His hand rose to caress my cheek as we kissed. As he leaned towards me, I hooked a hand under his arm to rest on his back, the other resting on his thigh. Within a few moments, I could feel the bulbous head of his cock through the denim as it stretched to meet my hand. I gave it a squeeze and began to stroke it through the material, eliciting a light moan into my mouth.Gary continued to lean towards me until he was lying on top of me, his pelvis grinding into mine as I felt his saliva combine with my own and flow into my open mouth. I had the heel of one foot pressed into his muscular ass while the other rested on the floor. This time I managed to get him unzipped with one hand and reach inside the fly of his jeans.
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