In the Beginning Chapter 2

For all you women out there that aren't sure if that guy would be interested in a fling with you, read this chapter! Pay close attention to everything this girl did to make it known without making it known that she was definitely interested in more than just talking. Even an idiot like I was at the time finally picked up on the signals. So with that being said, let me get right back into the story...

I'm not sure if she noticed how big the smile was on my face. If she did, then she didn't show it. The sound of her voice as she said hello, the sweet smell of her body, a look into her beautiful eyes, and I just wanted to take her right there and then.

This time I asked her to show me around her house, which was trashed, but I didn't care. She was the typical artist type. She could take a beautiful picture, but she had junk piled up all around the house.

I couldn't help but get excited when she showed me her bedroom, which had handcuffs hanging from a bedpost, a blindfold and feathers on the nightstand, and erotic novels lined across her bookshelf.

I just had to ask, and the conversation that ensued was even more intriguing than any we had in the past. She told me of her fascination with dominatrix fantasies. She told me how much she enjoyed watching porn. Then she told me how she loved to write erotic novels.

Being married to quite possibly the most private person in the bedroom on the planet, who thought anything other than the missionary position was ungodly, made me really appreciate someone who was so open and honest about her thoughts and desires. She had no qualms about who she was and what she liked, and I liked every second of it!

At this point any idiot would have thrown her on the bed and torn her clothes off, but I was still too inexperienced to see the blatantly obvious signs. I did, however, have a desire that had grown to an immeasurable size. So I gathered up the courage to ask if I could read one of her stories.

She was hesitant at first, but then she took my hand and walked me into her office. Her and I shared a chair in front of her computer. She found the file on a recent story she was working on.

As she was searching for the file, I was resorting to middle school tactics for how to pick up a girl. My arm worked it's way around her. (I played it off more as a necessity to keep myself from falling off the chair)

She read the story allowed to me. My body temperature rose quickly with every word that rolled off her tongue. She went on and on about a couple who was doing everything I wished I was doing with her. As she spoke about the desires they had for each other I couldn't help but picture the two of us together doing those same things.

I was trying hard not to breathe too heavily, but I'm sure she could tell I was getting heated. I was leaning more into her body. (I was of course having a hard time reading the words on the screen, so I had to look closer)

I'm really not sure when or how it happened, but at some point I noticed my hand was beginning to pet her arm. When she looked over at my hand, my heart was pounding, had I misread all her actions? She didn't instantly stop me. The feel of her smooth skin against my fingertips was incredible, but not near as incredible as what was about to happen next...