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As soon as work was over I ran home. I had given Pete directions to my house and told him to pick me up at 6:30. That would have given me about an hour to get ready, but I ended up running late. I had to finish a few things before I left. He had told me he wanted to take me someplace nice and asked about restaurants in the area. I told him about one of my favorites. It was a small Italian place. Very fancy and a bit expensive, but I figured he could afford it.
Pete showed up a few minutes early. He was dressed in slacks, a button up shirt with a tie and a vest. He looked amazingly hot. I still wasn’t ready. I opened the door and asked him in. I live in a smaller house on a quarter acre lot in a nicer neighborhood. Really it’s larger than we need. Two floors and three bedrooms. Since we don’t have kids, and Jason is away so much it’s more than enough for the two of us.
“Did you have any trouble finding the house?” I asked Pete after he had come in.
“No. Your directions were perfect. I called and got us reservations at that restaurant you like. But the earliest I could get was for 7:15. Is that ok?”
“That’s fine. It won’t take us long to get there. It’s just down the street. And I can finish getting ready.” I was mostly dressed. I still wanted to change out of my slacks and into a skirt, and freshen up my makeup. “Would you like the grand tour?” I asked.
Pete flashed his smile at me and nodded. I showed him around my home and introduced him to the cats. I have two. Then I excused myself and went upstairs. I slipped off my pants and pulled on a skirt. I hate pantyhose, so I don’t wear them. I have a collection of garter belts and stockings. Jason loves them. I just find them more comfortable.
I was sitting on the edge of my bed pulling up the second stocking when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked up and Pete was standing in my doorway, hands in his pockets, leaning against the door frame. A sly sexy smile playing across his lips. I quickly finished hooking the stocking to the garter belt. I knew I was giving him a bit of a show, but for some reason it made me feel sexy. That was something I hadn’t felt in some time with Jason.
I went to my closet and pulled out a pair of heels. Standing flat footed I was about the same height as Pete. I wanted the heels for a reason. If I was taller, then I would be more intimidating, and maybe less attractive. Besides, I like to wear heels.
By the time I was done it was time to leave. We got to the restaurant and were seated. We enjoyed a lovely dinner. I love this restaurant. The food is the best I’ve ever had. Each time I come here they have different specials. I don’t think I have ever ordered from the menu. Dinner takes at least an hour and a half to eat there. It’s always three courses or more, and they take their time bringing you the food. They want you to stay and enjoy your meal.
“So, how did Ashlee take the breakup?” I asked.
“Not too good. She thought it was a joke. I think she still does. She won’t stop calling me.” He told me.
“What did you tell her?” I asked.
“The truth. I couldn’t be with her because I was falling for someone else.”
“Even though that someone else is taken? Do you really think that was a good idea?” I asked him as our entrées were served.
“Yes, it was the best thing to do. I realized I wasn’t in love with her. I’m not sure if I ever was. And I don’t care if you’re taken, I still want you.” He was very intense when he said that.
“You just want me because you can’t have me.” I told him. Really I believed that. If I was single he never would have looked twice. I was just something to chase. If I gave into the chase and let him catch me, it would be over. Ten years of marriage down the drain. And once he had me how did I know he wouldn’t find someone else to chase?
“That’s not true. I wanted you when you copped an attitude when I asked you about the Dropkick Murphys.” He grinned at me. “Any girl with that much spunk was worth getting to know. The more we talked the more attracted I was to you. I didn’t know you were married until I saw your ring. By then it was too late.”
“What are you doing tomorrow?” I asked to change the subject.
“I was hoping to spend it with you.” He said, flashing that smile at me.
“I’ll pick you up and show you one of my favorite places, if you want. Whenever my family comes out here they always want to go downtown and see the museums and monuments. No one ever wants to see the countryside. And we have a beautiful National Park just fifty or so miles away. Do you want to come with me?”
“Sure. Can I bring my dog?” He asked.
“You have your dog with you? Did you just leave him at the hotel?” I asked.
“Yeah, I took Hem for a walk right before I left. He’ll be fine until I get back. So, can I bring him?”
“Of course you can. We’ll be walking and hiking a bit. It’ll be good exercise.”
When dinner was over Pete took me home. I asked him in for coffee. I should have known better. I really should have known better. I opened the door and he followed me in. I closed it behind us and turned the lock. It’s just a habit, being alone so much I make sure the door is always locked.
I turned around and Pete was standing right in front of me. He didn’t say anything. He took a step toward me and before I could register what was happening he kissed me. He pushed me up against the door, pinning me there with his body. He ran one hand up my leg under my skirt. The other hand found my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck. I kissed him back. I’m not proud of it, but his lips were so soft. And he made me feel things I hadn’t in years. And holy shit was he a good kisser!
Mary-Elizabeth Kathryn O’Halloran, what the fuck are you doing! You have to stop this right now!
I tried to push him off of me. “Please, stop. I can’t do this. I just can’t.” I begged him.
“Don’t tell me you don’t want me.” Pete said, looking me straight in the eye, his weight still holding me against the door. His face was only inches from mine.
“I never said that.” I admitted. “I do want you. But I can’t. I just can’t. I’m married. I’m not that kind of girl.”
“I’m sorry Lizzy. But I just had to kiss you. I had to know if your lips were as soft and sweet as they look.” Pete said.
“Are they?” I asked without thinking.
“I need another taste.” And he kissed me again. Good God he was a good kisser. I wanted to melt into him and let him do whatever he wanted to me.
Pete finally pulled back from my lips. “Very soft and very sweet.” He sucked on his bottom lip.
He moved his body off mine and stepped back, “I should probably go. Will I still see you tomorrow?”
I nodded, still trying to wrap my head around what just happened. I was still trying to understand what I was feeling. “Yeah. How does ten sound?”
“I’ll be ready. Good night Lizzy.” He said. Then he leaned in and kissed me again. This time he didn’t try to grope me, but the kiss was amazing. I really didn’t want it to end. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Pete smiled at me, then reached behind me and opened the door. I closed it behind him and leaned up against it, still trying to catch my breath.
What did I just do? What the fuck did I just do?
The phone rang and I went to answer it. It was Jason. The guilt washed over me. How could I do that to him? We talked for a little while like we always do. He called every night when he was away. I went to bed and tried to get some sleep, but all I could think about was Pete.
What did I get myself into?
Pete showed up a few minutes early. He was dressed in slacks, a button up shirt with a tie and a vest. He looked amazingly hot. I still wasn’t ready. I opened the door and asked him in. I live in a smaller house on a quarter acre lot in a nicer neighborhood. Really it’s larger than we need. Two floors and three bedrooms. Since we don’t have kids, and Jason is away so much it’s more than enough for the two of us.
“Did you have any trouble finding the house?” I asked Pete after he had come in.
“No. Your directions were perfect. I called and got us reservations at that restaurant you like. But the earliest I could get was for 7:15. Is that ok?”
“That’s fine. It won’t take us long to get there. It’s just down the street. And I can finish getting ready.” I was mostly dressed. I still wanted to change out of my slacks and into a skirt, and freshen up my makeup. “Would you like the grand tour?” I asked.
Pete flashed his smile at me and nodded. I showed him around my home and introduced him to the cats. I have two. Then I excused myself and went upstairs. I slipped off my pants and pulled on a skirt. I hate pantyhose, so I don’t wear them. I have a collection of garter belts and stockings. Jason loves them. I just find them more comfortable.
I was sitting on the edge of my bed pulling up the second stocking when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked up and Pete was standing in my doorway, hands in his pockets, leaning against the door frame. A sly sexy smile playing across his lips. I quickly finished hooking the stocking to the garter belt. I knew I was giving him a bit of a show, but for some reason it made me feel sexy. That was something I hadn’t felt in some time with Jason.
I went to my closet and pulled out a pair of heels. Standing flat footed I was about the same height as Pete. I wanted the heels for a reason. If I was taller, then I would be more intimidating, and maybe less attractive. Besides, I like to wear heels.
By the time I was done it was time to leave. We got to the restaurant and were seated. We enjoyed a lovely dinner. I love this restaurant. The food is the best I’ve ever had. Each time I come here they have different specials. I don’t think I have ever ordered from the menu. Dinner takes at least an hour and a half to eat there. It’s always three courses or more, and they take their time bringing you the food. They want you to stay and enjoy your meal.
“So, how did Ashlee take the breakup?” I asked.
“Not too good. She thought it was a joke. I think she still does. She won’t stop calling me.” He told me.
“What did you tell her?” I asked.
“The truth. I couldn’t be with her because I was falling for someone else.”
“Even though that someone else is taken? Do you really think that was a good idea?” I asked him as our entrées were served.
“Yes, it was the best thing to do. I realized I wasn’t in love with her. I’m not sure if I ever was. And I don’t care if you’re taken, I still want you.” He was very intense when he said that.
“You just want me because you can’t have me.” I told him. Really I believed that. If I was single he never would have looked twice. I was just something to chase. If I gave into the chase and let him catch me, it would be over. Ten years of marriage down the drain. And once he had me how did I know he wouldn’t find someone else to chase?
“That’s not true. I wanted you when you copped an attitude when I asked you about the Dropkick Murphys.” He grinned at me. “Any girl with that much spunk was worth getting to know. The more we talked the more attracted I was to you. I didn’t know you were married until I saw your ring. By then it was too late.”
“What are you doing tomorrow?” I asked to change the subject.
“I was hoping to spend it with you.” He said, flashing that smile at me.
“I’ll pick you up and show you one of my favorite places, if you want. Whenever my family comes out here they always want to go downtown and see the museums and monuments. No one ever wants to see the countryside. And we have a beautiful National Park just fifty or so miles away. Do you want to come with me?”
“Sure. Can I bring my dog?” He asked.
“You have your dog with you? Did you just leave him at the hotel?” I asked.
“Yeah, I took Hem for a walk right before I left. He’ll be fine until I get back. So, can I bring him?”
“Of course you can. We’ll be walking and hiking a bit. It’ll be good exercise.”
When dinner was over Pete took me home. I asked him in for coffee. I should have known better. I really should have known better. I opened the door and he followed me in. I closed it behind us and turned the lock. It’s just a habit, being alone so much I make sure the door is always locked.
I turned around and Pete was standing right in front of me. He didn’t say anything. He took a step toward me and before I could register what was happening he kissed me. He pushed me up against the door, pinning me there with his body. He ran one hand up my leg under my skirt. The other hand found my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck. I kissed him back. I’m not proud of it, but his lips were so soft. And he made me feel things I hadn’t in years. And holy shit was he a good kisser!
Mary-Elizabeth Kathryn O’Halloran, what the fuck are you doing! You have to stop this right now!
I tried to push him off of me. “Please, stop. I can’t do this. I just can’t.” I begged him.
“Don’t tell me you don’t want me.” Pete said, looking me straight in the eye, his weight still holding me against the door. His face was only inches from mine.
“I never said that.” I admitted. “I do want you. But I can’t. I just can’t. I’m married. I’m not that kind of girl.”
“I’m sorry Lizzy. But I just had to kiss you. I had to know if your lips were as soft and sweet as they look.” Pete said.
“Are they?” I asked without thinking.
“I need another taste.” And he kissed me again. Good God he was a good kisser. I wanted to melt into him and let him do whatever he wanted to me.
Pete finally pulled back from my lips. “Very soft and very sweet.” He sucked on his bottom lip.
He moved his body off mine and stepped back, “I should probably go. Will I still see you tomorrow?”
I nodded, still trying to wrap my head around what just happened. I was still trying to understand what I was feeling. “Yeah. How does ten sound?”
“I’ll be ready. Good night Lizzy.” He said. Then he leaned in and kissed me again. This time he didn’t try to grope me, but the kiss was amazing. I really didn’t want it to end. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Pete smiled at me, then reached behind me and opened the door. I closed it behind him and leaned up against it, still trying to catch my breath.
What did I just do? What the fuck did I just do?
The phone rang and I went to answer it. It was Jason. The guilt washed over me. How could I do that to him? We talked for a little while like we always do. He called every night when he was away. I went to bed and tried to get some sleep, but all I could think about was Pete.
What did I get myself into?
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