Friends & Lovers

  Friends and Lovers

  By Dennis Hays

  Copyright 2011-2017 Dennis Hays, All Rights Reserved

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  “We meet with friends, on Sunday mornings, have breakfast and then go about the day. Would you and your wife like to join us this Sunday?,” Jake asked.

  I met Jake when he called the company and wanted to engage our marketing services. After a few of our business meetings, he invited my wife and I to this social breakfast. Thinking this may be fun, I asked Jennifer what she thought. And that one question started a series of events leading to where I am today. I’m getting ahead of myself, so let me start at the beginning.

  Jenn and I woke up Sunday morning and left the house, much earlier than usual for a weekend, to have our first breakfast with Jake and friends. Jake answered the door, brought us in and made the introductions.

  “This is Mark and Pam Samuels,” Jake said pointing to a young couple sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch. “And this is Bruce Andrews and Kate Flemming, our neighbors.”

  Jenn and I shook hands with all of them, as they stood up to welcome us. I could see someone behind Jake, in the kitchen, turn around and stare in our direction.

  “This is Serena,” Jake said, putting his arm around her waist.

  “Hi, everyone,” I said. “My name is Drake and this is my wife, Jennifer.”

  Serena was absolutely striking. Her black hair curled around her face and dropped below her shoulders and her contrasting, light blue eyes attracted attention. Jenn and I were quite happily married; I never thought of cheating, but, if were to ever change my mind, it would have to take someone like Serena to bring me over that line.

  In a few minutes Jake and Serena started bringing out the food; scrambled eggs, muffins, a fruit bowl and other tasty-looking dishes. There was an ease about all of us after a bit, four couples sitting around and chatting, while eating.

  Soon after we were done, all of us pitched in to clean up, leaving Jake and Serena’s house looking clean and neat. The other two couples left immediately afterwards and, as Jenn and I started for the door, Jake stopped us.

  “Serena and I are going to catch the early matinee. Would you like to join us?”

  I don’t remember the movie, but at some point, I do remember laughing at something, turning first to my wife and then in Serena’s direction. The reflected light from the screen bounced through the side of her eyes, illuminating the blue to such a degree, her eyes glowed.

  The four couples had breakfast together every Sunday and I soon put aside my lust and saw Serena as just part of the group. Months later, Jenn and I broke from the group after seeing every Sunday breakfast as a commitment, rather than fun.

  It wasn’t much later, maybe a month or so, when Jenn said she needed to speak with me. We sat down and she said, “I’m quite sure you know, as I do, we’re better friends and probably shouldn’t have married.”

  I thought about it for a few minutes and nodded my head agreeing with her. “I do love you, Jenn, but you’re right.”

  We decided to forego the entire separation process and seek a divorce as soon as possible. Jenn worked as a paralegal, so the both of us sat down to complete the paperwork and decide on splitting the property. We rented our house, so that wouldn’t be a problem. In fact, the biggest argument we ever had is when we each tried to give the couch to the other.

  “Why are we arguing about the couch?” I asked.

  “You started it.”

  “How did I do that?”

  “You said you wanted me to take it.”

  “I still do. You’re going to move into one-bedroom apartment and you don’t have any furniture. Just because you don’t like the color or style doesn’t mean it can’t help you, until you can get something you do like.”

  That ended the only argument we ever had. As a divorce, it went by the numbers, accepted by the court and soon I was a single man.

  I never thought about Serena once we left the group and now that I was divorced, I didn’t feel like dating or playing any of those games couples play during mating rituals. I liked my job and delved into it with renewed vigor.

  * * * *

  I needed to go to the motor vehicle office to renew my car registration and decided to do it at lunch. The entrance to the freeway had a light signal at the end, letting you know when it was clear to enter the fast lanes. I stopped when the signal turned red, but the car behind me didn’t. My seatbelt saved me from any injury, so with my anger held in check, I left my car to give the driver of the other car a piece of my mind. I marched back and suddenly stopped, seeing Serena exiting her vehicle, saying “I’m sorry” over and over again until she saw me.

  The police constantly interrupted us as we chatted away, oblivious to the goings-on. I didn’t have much time, so, as soon as the police cleared the area, I said good-bye to Serena and hustled back to work, saving the vehicle registration for another day.

  I was doing my laundry the following Sunday morning when Serena called, wanting to catch up.

  After a few questions back and forth, she asked, “How’s Jennifer?”

  “I really don’t know,” I said. “We’re divorced.” There was silence on the other end for a few seconds.

  “I’m sorry. How are you handling it?”

  “It’s been over six months now, so no problems really.”

  “How soon after did you start dating again?”

  “I haven’t… I don’t like the whole ritualistic process, so I guess I’m sort of burnt out. Enough about that. How’s Jake? Did he ever get the herb garden business running?”

  “No. He got arrested for growing pot. Wrong herb. After I found the herb garden idea to be really a front for the pot business, I told him to pack up and leave, right after his mother bailed him out of jail.”

  “So, you want to have breakfast?”

  * * * *

  I met up with her at one of the local restaurants and we talked for fours hours. Over the next few months, we had quite a few meals together, took frequent walks and found we really enjoyed each other’s company. ‘See,’ that’s what I called her now instead of using the whole Serena moniker, became my best friend. Now that we had gotten to know the depths of each other, it was easy to just be. There was no pretext for sex; no sex at all. It was just two people feeling quite content to share. I liked it. I finally had someone with whom I could call at 3:00am and not worry about waking them and she had the same in me. We shared everything; no secrets.

  For many months, See and I spent hours together. One of our favorite places was on her front porch, our feet up on the rail and leaning our chairs back, while drinking a good cabernet. Many times, I didn’t leave her place until 1:00 or 2:00 in the morning and had to drag myself to work the next day.

  On one of these occasions, See got up asking if I wanted any more wine and didn’t come back. I waited, but soon realized she was taking too long just to refill wine glasses and I went looking for her.

  I found her in her bed, fully clothed. “Are you okay?”

  “A little tired. That’s all.”

  “Yeah, it is getting late. Do you want to go to breakfast on Sunday.”

  “Probably. I’ll let you know.”

  “Goodnight. Call me about Sunday,” I said turning to leave and go home.


  “Drake?” I turned to see what she wanted. “Stay with me?”

  All types of alarms went off in my head. I walked over to her bed, knelt down beside it. “I don’t know if we should do this. You’re my best friend and I don’t want to do anything to mess that up.” The light from the window refracted off her eyes and they glowed like the day we first met.

  “I don’t want to fuck, silly.”

  “Whew, you had me there for a minute. Sure. I’m going to go to the bathroom; be right back.

  I put some toothpaste on my finger and scrubbed my teeth before I went back in her bedroom. When I got into bed, I saw See had pulled the sheet up to her neck. She came closer, put her head on my shoulder and pulled my arm around her. I froze.

  “She felt me tense up. “Something wrong?”

  “I don’t know. What are you wearing?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Didn’t you say we weren’t going to fuck?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why are you naked?”

  “I don’t want to fuck. I want to make love.”

  See sat up, reached for my shirt and I saw her breasts for the first time. Absolutely perfect. While she pulled off my shirt I stared.

  “You can touch them you know.”

  It took a minute, but I was finally able to move again and help her undress me. When I lay back down, we were both on top of the sheets and both naked. There was no doubt in my mind, she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.

  “I still don’t know if this is a good idea. I’m more afraid of losing a friend than—”

  “Shhh. Think about it. How long have we known each other? You and I have lifted

  the veils between us and there isn’t anything I don’t know about you or you me. We’re more naked with each other emotionally than we could possibly be without clothes.“

  I turned, leaned down and closed my eyes to have our first kiss. I lifted from her lips, looked at my See and we both were overcome by emotions we didn’t know we had. She pulled me back down to her lips and I reached over to her breast, playing with her nipple, feeling her arch up toward my hand. Our tongues explored, learning each other.

  When next we came up for air, See sat up and leaned forward to wrap her fingers around my cock, stroking lightly, stoking my flames. I was so hard, it hurt. She lay back down and I put my hand over her pussy as she moved her legs apart. She was so wet and lifted her hips, wanting my fingers; I gave them to her and she gasped.

  “Harder,” she said between out kissing and she took back my cock and rubbed her thumb over the head.

  I rolled over on top of her and put my legs in between her thighs; reached down and put my fingers back in her, stroking deeper and hearing her breathing quicken. I started to put my cock inside her and looked up to ask her something. Before I said anything, she said, “Pill.”

  Gently, I pushed inside her, gently because I knew it’s been at last a year since the last time. She would have told me otherwise. Gently I pushed deeper and we kissed; we kissed with passion released from self-induced chastity.

  Both our hips thrust at each other; our kissing more ardent; her hands wrapped around me, holding me to her. I put my fingers on either side of her face and pushed into her, using my legs for leverage.

  “You feel so good… so damn good.” she said.

  Our hips slapped against each other and I kissed her with every ounce of passion I could, wanting her to know what she already knew. She kissed me with the same intensity.

  My loins tensed, ready for release. I wanted to see her; I wanted to watch her as we climaxed. I pulled my head up and looked through her bright blue eyes, glowing with the refracted light. We both came at the same instant, a tell-tale sparkle from her eyes as she started her orgasm, then closing; her arms pulled me tighter; her legs vibrating and her pussy loving me. I felt my cock swell and my seed filled her, becoming us.

  I lay beside her now, covered in sweat and listening to our breathing subside. “See?”

  “Um— “

  “How long have you known?”

  “I knew we loved each other the first day I met you; in the movie theater when we looked at each other. One minute, you were just Drake and the next… the next second I knew we were going to fall in love.”

  “Why did you…we wait?”

  “It wasn’t the right time. Let’s go to sleep. I’m tired.”

  I lay there listening to her breathing, feeling her heartbeat and knew it was right.

  “See?”

  “I’m here.”

  “I only have one more question.”

  “What is it?”

  “Will you marry me?”

  “Yes. Now, go to sleep.”

  I wrapped myself around her, looked up for a minute to see her give that small, all knowing smile. She looked right into my eyes, hers glowing again.

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  Dennis Hays lives in upstate New York, USA, where he hides himself from his family, two dogs and five cats, and pounds on a keyboard to try and make sense of the words and images in his head. Writing, he says, is an invisible performance art.

  He considers himself to be a renaissance man, stuck in time, working with various media, including photography, to express himself.

  While most of his books and short stories are contemporary romance, he is secretly working on other genres in his underground lair.

  Above this lair, he lives with his wife and various furry friends. As he is a reverse snow bird from Florida, Dennis relishes the four season climate, but hates cleaning the snow off his car in the winter.

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