I gave her a ride home from the bar. She was in that drunk, affectionate mood she gets when she wants attention. We sat in the car for a few minutes, making out. We’d done this enough now that I no longer felt any guilt over it. It wasn’t anything her husband hadn’t seen her do at the bar when she was in one of these moods. Well, it was a little more serious, involving tongue, but still just playing around as far as she was concerned. The fact that her husband was also my best friend is what triggered the guilt the first couple of times we did this. We’d talked about it and he’d more or less said if she wants to do it, go for it.
We broke for air and she asked if I wanted to come in. I said sure, knowing full well that she would offer maybe a beer, some conversation, and nothing more. After all, her husband would be asleep in the next room.
I sat on a daybed that, with a couple of bolster cushions, doubled as a couch in their living room. She went into the kitchen and brought us a couple of beers, sitting next to me, but not too close.
“Gary must have passed out. I could hear him snoring when I walked by the hall.”
“He has an early day tomorrow,” I said.
“How are you with neck rubs?” she asked. “I have this kink that’s driving me nuts.”
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