by
Finus1

I saw this fine woman at the job when I was on my way home one day. At the time I had never looked at another woman in that manner. She was a sight to behold, when I saw her I stopped dead in my tracks and watched her as she passed by. Damn! I've got to meet her I thought. It still never dawned on me that I was physically attracted to her.
Denial - I know
Time goes by and we meet and start talking at work. There's this other gyrl that's always hanging around her. They are always together, but ole gyrl is a little too protective of her - I'm starting to get the picture. Still I like her; she's nice. They invite me over to chill, and have some drinks, you know hang out away from the job. That's when the folks at work start in with the "All right gyrl you better watch out, you gonna go over there and them 2 are going to have you over there with no clothes on doing who knows what."
"LOL - Yo you trippin', they are not! - LOL"
"Yeah, that's what you think!" (Laughter from them)

She's definitely been flirting with me, she thinks I'm gay; or is it she knows something I don't. I don't really say whether or not I'm coming over I just never show up. One day she calls me over and I'm standing there in front of her, she's undressing and teasing me with her eyes the entire time we are talking. She opens her legs slowly and with a purpose; my eyes follow, damn I almost drooled, my buddy is standing there watching the scene. Busted big time! I think she set me up. They start cracking up, damn am I embarrassed.
"So, how come you never come over," she says.
"I'm doing other things, but next time."
"Alright how about this weekend?"
"Okay."
She says to me, "I need to tell you something."
"Yeah, what's up?"
"Well, me and Rox are roommates."
I look at her and say, "I know." I guess she thinks I don't know what she means so she gives me a knowing look and repeats herself. I return the look and say, "I know."
She says, "Okay are you still coming over?"
"Yes." (Curiosity had gotten the best of me by now, I wanted to see what was up for myself)

Okay so now I'm at the crib, paranoid as Hell, I keep hearing the voices of my co-workers echoing in my head. The night went without a hitch, so now it's an every Friday night ritual. I go over, we play cards, watch T.V., and drink. I find myself checking Shea all the time especially at work, she's like an obsession. She has this sparkle in her eyes and her smile will brighten up any day. I can't wait to get to work everyday just to see her, we take breaks together, I'm drawn to her.

Now this one Friday night I go over and we're sitting in the room chillin'; the 3 of us are kind of messed up. Shea is sitting in the chair, I'm stretched out in a bean bag to the left of her against the wall. Rox is asleep as usual on the floor to my left. Shea has a direct view of me & Rox. It's quiet as hell up in there except for the T.V., I have no idea what we are watching. Shea has been giving me this look all damn night, seducing me with her eyes, all of a sudden I feel this hand touch me lightly on the ankle. I could feel the heat from her touch and I must have jumped a little 'cause Rox looks up. I'm nervous as shit;

Shea plays it off like a pro, "Jones, can I get one your lifesavers?" (Jones is my last name and she always calls me by it.) I say sure and pass her the roll of lifesavers that are next to me. Rox gets up and calls it a night, the gyrl cannot hold her liquor.

After about 30 minutes or so Shea looks at me and says, "Jones, no wait, Denise, can I have a kiss?"

Did I hear her right? I'm surprised, I have no idea what to say or even how to react. She just sits there looking at me, waiting. Quick! say something!, do something! my mind is screaming at me. Uh, yeah I guess so I guess it won't kill me. (Stupid, stupid, stupid! what are you saying my mind screams back at me).

She slides out of the chair down to the floor next to me, I'm frozen to that spot, I couldn't move a muscle even if I had wanted to. She leans over me takes my face in her hands and softly kisses me on the lips. Damn her lips are soft, I part my lips and she slides her tongue gently in my mouth and caresses mine. Oh damn! I think I came close to having an orgasm. I felt her getting closer to me as our tongues did a slow dance, if she lays on top of me I swear I will melt into the floor. She had to have felt my anxiety because she didn't lay completely on me.

She returns to her chair and looks at me says, "Damn Jones" and smiles.

I excuse myself to go to the bathroom, when I return I tell her I have to go.

She gets up and walks over to me, "Jones, I have to have another kiss before you leave." I don't even get a chance to respond before she has me pinned up against the wall. Her lips find mine at the same time her right hand cups my left breast. Ummm, I let out a low moan.

What's happening to me? I see an explosion of colors behind my eyes and I'm swept away by all of this, she's pressed up against me and I feel myself start to cum. When she releases me, I can only look at her, I struggle to get to the front door without running. On the way home all I can do is think about her kiss, her touch, damn why did I leave! I arrive home hot and wet, I have never in my life gotten this excited before from a single kiss. Was it the alcohol or just her?

I purposely don't see her again until Monday, she looks at me and asks, "If I'm okay."
I say, "Yes."
"Are you sure?"
I smile and nod my head. She smiles--she knows I'm hooked.

To Be Continued

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