”She stepped back and looked at me biting her lower lip. Then she looked at the floor and said quietly, “I kissed Debbie.”“I’m sorry, I didn...��t hear you. Can you repeat that?”She looked up and saw I really didn’t hear her so she did repeat it, “I kissed Debbie.”“Wow, really? What happened to letting me know before you did that?”She looked shocked at first and then said, “I thought that was only if we fucked each other, not just a kiss. Sorry, I will make sure you always know in the future. Is. She must have shown up back at my apartment without either of us noticing. She was wearing a silk red thong and an old vintage Boston Celtics t-shirt of mine I had left in the second bedroom of my apartment."Well ,come on in," he said, gesturing with one hand for her to come into the room, while his other hand remained on my shoulder. She strutted into the room with a slight bit of embarrassment on her face. She sat down on the cushioned chair I had placed just off to the side of the bed.. .the lingering feeling of you being dragged to me was hanging heavily in the air, lighting fires that burned for other passions to come.I pulled your shirt up a bit and began to caress your belly, I ran my fingers slowly over your supple skin...you were hot to the touch, wanting more. I moved in circles, in wide, long sweeps, I ran the palm of my hand flat along you. My hands were riding you and your feelings, driving you towards a sense of home. I inched my fingers lower...hardly daring to. She wanted to get him fired. She’d always had attention from men, but at least some actually knock it off when they know they’re not getting anywhere.Claire noticed, though, that even though he’d crossed the line, she hadn’t completely shut him down. Maybe part of her was enjoying this in a way she hadn’t anticipated or thought possible. If only this were any other guy, she’d actually be able to live out the fantasy.She thought, if a small part of her was enjoying this, then let him take his.