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The Fling
D.A. Ignatius (address withheld)
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A girl can dream, can't she? (MF, cheat, rom)
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"Do it!" hissed the little red devil sitting on her
left shoulder. "You know you want to!"
"You know you'll be sorry forever if you do..." said
the angel on her right.
"AAARRRRGGGHHH!" replied Kathryn to the both of them as
she slammed a fluffy pillow onto her face. The soft bed
in that lonely hotel room creaked suggestively as she
bounced around on it in frustration.
"Dammit! Dammit! DAMMIT!" she swore violently. "I knew
this would happen! Not a single man around when I'm
free but as soon as I'm more or less attached... they
swarm out of the goddamn woodwork!"
Alan, the nice, almost perfect guy at home. The guy
she'd been with for one, count it, one year! Her
friends were starting to plan her wedding, for god's
sake.
Sean, the guy here... Beautiful eyes, intimate smile
and a body like Jean-Claude. Lean and mean. Very, very
edible.
She had seen it coming of course. She had always known
that she needed change the way other people needed
fresh underwear. It was a miracle that she'd lasted so
long with Alan. This was the very first time she wasn't
bored with a man after three months...
OK, time to evaluate this objectively. She was supposed
to be good at that, right? Wonderful man at home.
Marriage material definitely, but also fun, loving and
entertaining. All of her friends envied her because of
him. Definitely good for her ego.
Wonderful men everywhere else. Unconquered men. The
thrill of the hunt, that sort of thing. Oh how she
longed for the chase, the excitement of not knowing,
the seduction scene. It was so all unfair. According to
her schedule, she wasn't supposed to meet a
marriageable guy for another seven years!
If only there was any way to absolutely guarantee that
Alan would never find out... But even if there was, she
would probably never have peace of mind. What's the
point of sinning if you can't enjoy it thoroughly? But
the thought of not being able to play for the next
(swift calculation) 40-50 years was unacceptable. She
had never been able to understand why people cheated on
their mates until now. Not until she was staring the
same decision in the face.
She flopped back against the pillows, thinking
wistfully. What a perfect setup she had for cheating on
a man... She would be working in LA for the next 3
months, spending her weekdays in LA and her weekends
back in Kansas City. The man in every port principle
applied... But could she look Alan in the face knowing
that last night, someone else was warming her sheets...
Someone with long, subtly muscled legs, a beautifully
lean torso, leaning back in bed and looking at her with
passion shadowed eyes.
He would knock on her door, she decided. They had just
gone out to a platonic dinner, both knowing that
nothing would happen. He had walked her to the
elevator, said good night and walked away. Once in the
lobby though, he paused. Something was drawing him back
to her. Maybe it was the way she looked at him as the
elevator doors closed. Maybe it was the sexual tension
between them that couldn't be ignored. He knew about
Alan of course. She had been honest with him from the
very beginning.
He found himself outside her door. One knock and there
would be no going back. He knocked. The door opened.
She was still dressed in her work clothes and she was
looking at him with that look. He stepped in and shut
the door behind him. The next second she was in him
arms, taking his lips in a fiercely passionate way that
told him that he had not imagined her desire for him.
Sweeping her up in his arms, he made his way to the bed
to sink down on top of her.
Their lips never parted as he worked on the buttons of
her blouse. The fabric separated and flowed apart to
reveal her soft skin to the cool air. He drew back from
her then so he could see what he had uncovered. Her
breasts strained at the satin of her bra, her taut
nipples clearly outlined to his gaze. She was looking
at him with those expressive eyes, with that look that
was starting to drive him wild.
The blouse came off her arms and went flying over the
side of the bed. Taking her lips again, Sean wrestled
with her bra snap behind her back. Miraculously the
thing came apart. Taking it as a sign from God that
this was meant to be, he cupped her breasts in his
hands with a heartfelt groan. Was there anything as
wonderful as a woman's breasts?
She was a little less gentle with his clothes. Buttons
popped as she tore his shirt off his body. Bare skin
met bare skin when she pulled him down on top of her.
His lips left a burning path from her ear to her
shoulder, making her squirm under him. He didn't stop
there though. He instantly claimed one taut nipple with
a deep growl. She gasped and arched under him as she
held his head to her breast.
Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the joy of having
a man work on one of her most sensitive spots. His
other hand came up to massage her other breast. His
thumb found her nipple and flicked it, brushing it
lightly with the tip of his finger until it became so
sensitive that it hurt. Suddenly he switched, claiming
the other nipple, soothing the sharp pleasure there
with a deeply stirring, satisfying tongue. Her body
stretched under his, silently tempting him with her
curves.
Her pants came off as did his. He was wearing boxers,
of course. Loose enough to tempt her to explore them
for herself. Her hands dove under them to grab his
buns. He yelped a little as her nails sank into them
but he swiftly realized that that felt really, really
good. The boxers vanished in an instant. He knelt over
her in the nude, suddenly struck with the certainty
that this couldn't be happening. It was just too
unreal. But then she slid down between his parted legs
and claimed his penis with her mouth. Sean closed his
eyes with a gasp. Who cares if this was a dream!
She licked the head of his penis with her tongue,
teasing it with soft, feathery strokes. Slowly she
increased pressure, switching from licks to sucking
part of his shaft into her mouth. Placing her hand
around his penis, she could feel the throb of his veins
as more blood flowed into his shaft, turning it into a
steel rod.
The phone shrilled loudly. Kathryn jerked with a gasp.
She groped for the phone in the darkness. "Kath? Hey,
what's up?"
"Nothing much, Alan. I was just doing a little day-
dreaming," she replied, her voice huskier than normal.
"Hmmm." he replied archly. "So what exactly were you
dreaming about."
Kathryn sank back against her pillows with a wide grin.
She had just discovered the answer to her problems.
After all, what's the point of having a wonderfully
vivid imagination if you don't use it?
Poor Alan. He was going to be in for an incredibly hard
night...
END
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