Beth kept busy in the house. Practicing her solo, because she wanted to compete in the upcoming talent show. Not her style, but the recent boost of encouragement she received from Greg made her change her mind.
Greg was a her friend. Best friend. They have gone through so much together, but never had she thought of him in the “boyfriend” way. Why? No clue. Maybe because she didn’t want to mess up a perfectly wonderful friendship. Apparently he had thought that way about her. Or had he? Was it just the song choice? Who knows?
The phone rang as she finished the last note of her solo. Partly out of breath, Beth answered, “Hello?”
“Did … I catch you at a bad time?” Greg asked rather slowly with a confused tone.
“Actually, you have uncanny timing. I just finished practicing my solo, and the phone rang.”
He chuckled, “I am just good with my timing, I suppose. Otherwise, I would have went to voicemail.”
“I would have answered…eventually.”
“Lies, you don’t talk until you are done, no matter who or what is trying to get your attention.”
“You got me. What’s up?” Beth asked trying to sound nonchalant.
“I promised I would all after work, and look at that, I kept my word.” Greg said. “Plus, I wanted to see if you were interested in dinner tonight.”
Exasperated, “How much time to I have? It’s six now…I haven’t showered, or anything!”
All of a sudden the doorbell rang. “You should answer that.”
Puzzled, she walked to the door, “Okay, how did you hear … ” and cut off her statement as she saw his face through the window. She slowly closed her phone, looked down at her scrubby clothes, and opened the door anyway. “Now, that is not fair, I am a mess.”
“A few hours ago, you wouldn’t have cared.”
“A few hours and a minute ago, we were only friends, and …”
He laughed hard, and walked by her and into the dining room. “Close the door, and come eat, I got your favorite, buffalo wings with blue cheese.”
She closed the door, sighed and walked to the table. “So I can be all messy, on top of my messy.”
He spun on his heel, grabbed her by the waist, pulled her close and kissed her deeply. She moaned slightly.
“Beth, quit. We will be fine, we are fine, now just sit and eat because I have a feeling you haven’t eaten all day.”
She sat, almost obediently, but honestly was glad the chair was so close because her knees gave out on her after that kiss.
“Alright!” She feigned anger. “You know where the “fine china” is, and the napkins, let’s eat while you tell me about your day.”
Greg set the table, and Beth brought the food out of the bags. They sat and ate slowly while Greg talked about his day at work. She listened intently, as she walked to the refrigerator and grabbed two sodas for them. They sat there for a while talking like friends do.
“So, what shows are on tonight?” Greg asked as he put plates, napkins and containers in the trash.
“No clue. I haven’t even thought about television all day. My mind has been on other things.” She answered over her shoulder as she washed the hot sauce off her hands.
He walked up behind her, put his arms around her and then stuck his hands under the hot water, “Can I have some soap, too?”
Beth held her breath as millions of butterflies swarmed in her stomach. She put soap on his hands and he washed them. Then, splashed water in her face.
“GREG! Really?”
He started laughing. They both reached for the towel, and he got it first. Dried his hands and turned her to face him. He slowly and gently wiped the water off her face, and they gazed deeply into each other’s eyes.
In a whisper, “You are such a meanie.”
“You love me for it.”
“I do.”
The last two words made it real. He picked her up and set her on the counter next to the sink, moved as close as he could to her between her legs, cupped her face and kissed her with hunger that had been building in him for years. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his chest, and returned his kiss with fierce hunger she had never before felt.
Their tongues clashed and fought for rightful passage into the others mouth, hands began exploring backs and searching for skin. He found the bottom of her shirt and lifted it. She moaned and the skin turned into millions of tiny bumps under his touch. Greg paused their kiss long enough to get the shirt over her head.
Beth’s head tilted back and he kissed down her chin and neck. Her hands went to his head and guided him down to between her breasts, still hidden inside her bra. He looked up at her, his voice deep and gruff, “Beth, I want you.”
“Take me.”
Her legs still wrapped around his waist, Greg lift her from the counter and took her to her bedroom, laid her on the bed. She watched as he removed his shirt, and began to undo his pants. “Wait.” She stopped him, “Let me.”
She undid the button, and unzipped the fly, then pulled the pants down, revealing his hard cock covered by boxers. He pushed her back and pulled her sweatpants off, and her underwear slid down with them.
“Take off your bra.”
Beth complied. All Greg could do was stare at the beauty laying before him. “Woman, you are gorgeous.” He removed his own underwear, spread her legs with his knee, until it met her hot, dripping pussy. They both moaned.
“Are you sure?” He asked, panting.
“Yes,” She whispered.
Greg slowly positioned himself between her legs, let his cock rub her clit and tease the entry to her pussy. Her hips moved up to meet him, and together, they became one.