You notice and close your hand over mine. I can feel my cheeks burning as we enter my dark apartment. Your dark eyes glance over the room but return t... mine. ‘Very nice. Have you lived here long?’ We chat briefly about inconsequential things until you notice my trembling. ‘You are soaked and cold. I know how to warm you up.’ Putting your hands on my shoulders you direct me to the bathroom and turn on the shower. With the water steaming, you start undressing me. Your hands are warm as they. It was a personal journey for him, not one he had intended to drag others into. And yet, in spite of his reservations, he found the simple act of talking to her about it the****utic.For the remainder of the drive, their conversation turned to lighter topics. She did politely inquire about his daughters and their interests and challenges of being teens, but otherwise she deftly steered him away from what was a long standing sore spot in his life. By the time they pulled onto the nearly unmarked. He haven’t really seen each other in 7 years. Suddenly, I’m invited to casually drop by for lunch. Life is a funny thing. I shrug to myself and think, ‘Why the hell not? We’re friends… Friends have lunch… It’s normal…’ I reply to her text message, ‘Be there in just a bit.’ I don’t really mention a time. Play it casual. Keep it cool. You’re just an old friend. I shake my head and realize how incredibly bad I am at convincing myself of anything. I grab my keys and run out the door. On the drive. Long moments must have passed unnoticed. My heart is pounding, my breath growing shorter. The hot water continues to flood over me. An image of her gorgeous ass causes an involuntary quickening. Back and forth. I lean back against the wall and for a moment my eyes half open. My heart almost stops and I freeze. She is standing in the doorway. Her long dark mane is tousled, half over her face and a strand is in her mouth. She is biting her lip, her firm tits heaving. I feel embarrassed. Horrified.