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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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