the next day

That Saturday I told Ashley I had to run into the office for a couple hours, but that I should be back in plenty of time to go to Justin’s. I sat in my office in the silent darkness with an open bottle of Fireball on my desk and a glass. About an hour before we were to go to Justin’s I called home and told Ashley that I had to stay in the office to wait for a phone call from the coast. She said she’d wait for me and it took all my strength to tell her to go ahead without me, that I would meet her there. I had to wait in my office for another couple hours, then I called Justin’s to say that I’d be stuck at the office indefinitely. By that time I was nice and drunk. I locked everything up and left the office.

I parked way up the block and staggered down to Justin’s townhouse. The way things were arranged, if they were in the house the front door would be locked and I’d be able to sneak around back. If they were on the back deck, the front door would be open and I’d be able to sneak upstairs and watch things from the bedroom through a window. The front door was unlocked, so I made my way upstairs.

They were sitting on the back deck, having beers. I remembered our stipulation that she had to be sober, but Ashley rarely gets drunk on beer anyway, and she seemed straight. She was wearing a cute little sundress and sat with her bare feet in Justin’s lap, where he rubbed them. Music was playing so I had a little trouble hearing what they were saying. I saw Justin surreptitiously glance at his watch so he had to know I was there by then.

While rubbing my girlfriend’s feet, Justin let his hands move up, so he was massaging her calves. Ashley sank back in her chair and closed her eyes. I could see her massaging his thigh with her bare foot. When he reached above her knee, Ashley straightened and said, "Whoa, better watch where your hands go."

"I know exactly where my hands are." Justin said.

"You’re just trouble."

"I know." Justin leaned forward and started kissing Ashley’s foot. She just giggled at that. His lips moved up, sucking her calf and then, and I know it’s a great spot for Ashley, behind her knee. She sank back in her chair again, her breathing getting deeper. While he sucked on the back of her knee, Justin slipped a hand up Ashley’s thigh and it disappeared under her dress. Ashley caught her breath and opened her legs just a little wider. She was gripping her chair and it clearly took a lot of effort for her to stop Justin before he reached the hem of her dress.

"C’mon, we really can’t do this." Ashley said, clearing her throat.

"Don’t you want it?"

"What do you think?"

"It’s so hard to not touch you every time I see you."

"But what about Chris? This would kill him." he is the only guy i have ever been with he took my virginity.

"You said he barely makes love to you anymore and he can barley get it up maybe he is not that attracted to you anymore. Sounds like he’s practically pushing you to this."

Ashley looked flustered, like arguing was getting harder. "He could show up here at any time. Do you want to get caught?"

Justin looked like he had to swallow a laugh, but Ashley didn’t notice. "When he called he said he was hung up. I know these things. He could be there half the night. I’m sure he will call before he leaves." Justin had slipped out of his chair and was kneeling in front of Ashley. He reached up and touched her face, ran his fingers through her hair.

"But…"

"Do you want me to stop?"

"I…"

Justin kissed her. "Should I stop?"