A Little History Part 2.

We both agreed to remain friends and not to cross that line again. I was still very worried things would never be the same, and it would be weird to be around each other. I was half right, things were never the same.

We talked more, and leaned harder. The difference was we both new we were attracted to each other, and we both new how incredible that kiss was. Then one day he emailed me and told me how sexy I looked that day. After that we started asking very intimate questions. We learned what each other liked, and we shared our fantasies, desires and needs. We talked about how much we desired each other, but agreed to never cross that line. At this point in our relationship we new everything there was to know about each other. We shared our dreams, our pasts, our present.

I walked every evening rain or shine and we talked on my cell for hours. It was a clear night in March I was out walking, he snuck out of work early and met me. We walked in a very private area, we talked and held hands. When it was time for us to go he hugged me..... the next thing you know we were all over each other. The kiss that night was even better then the first, and we were both stone cold sober. It felt as though we had been together for years. It was easy and very comfortable.

After that night we decided that we weren't going to do anymore then make out once in a while, that we still would NOT cross that line. We talked about how amazing we made each other feel. How we brought out the best in each other. We really did not want to wreck things between us, by sleeping together.

Shortly after that night in March I received an email from him, it was a typical email, but at the end of this particular email he told me he loved with me. We had not discussed feelings we had for each other. We had never slept together and only ever kissed twice. Yet we had become best friends.

The next week we were working together, it was a typical day we flirted with each other and sent some naughty emails back and forth. It was very fun and light hearted. Close to the end of the day, he comes to me and asks me if I wanted to meet up with him later that night. I thought he was kidding around. It turns out he really wasn't. He told me that he had told his wife that he had friends here from out of town and he was going to meet up with them for some drinks.

We decided to meet up where we had walked that night. He brought some beer and we sat and talked, laughed and joked around. Then he leaned over to kiss me and I to this day have NO idea what happened to me. I couldn't get enough. I have never been aggressive. I like to follow never lead. Things got very hot and heavy, it was very urgent and intense. The next thing you know I was on top of him and he was very much inside of me. Again it was like we had been having sex for years, it was very comfortable and easy, never an awkward moment.

After we had finished, I was still on top of him. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't believe what had just happened. All I could gather up all that I managed to get out of my mouth was "oops sorry" We had a giggle. I had to get home and so did he. I never said two words after that. He drove me home, I didn't say a word other then when he asked me if I was okay I softly said "yeah"

I can't believe that was 2 years ago this month.