1. Promises, Promises


    Date: 7/1/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: aldenbradley, Source: LushStories

    The emails between Cheryl and me had dropped to a bare minimum in the last couple of weeks. We had established a pattern. When she could, Cheryl would appear in our apartment around ten in the morning on Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays. The only emails we exchanged came when there was some reason when she was unable to keep our arrangement. The ping I heard announced something in my inbox. I started to feel dejected. Cheryl couldn’t join me this particular Monday. “Family obligations,” the email stated. “I’ll let you know when I can escape next. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” I went to make my morning coffee, shower, and prepared to do some research in support of my clients. Some three hours later the computer pinged again. “Miss me?” was all it said. I hit the reply button. “I really do,” I typed in answer. “My in-laws confronted me about the excursions ‘into town’ over the past weeks. Have to stay close for a few days. I really will make it up to you,” came her reply. “What are you planning?” I asked. “Tell you later,” she responded. “Have to go. HKX.” It was our simple code, using the prior letter of the three word initials, ILY. “HKX2,” I responded. When the cellphone buzzed on the computer table I sighed inwardly. I picked it up without looking at the caller. It didn’t make any difference. I always had to take client calls. “Communications Central,” I joked. “What’s up, gorgeous?” came the female voice. The recognition twisted my gut. “Dana,” I replied. “How did ...
    you get my number?” “It’s on the contract, you dolt,” she said. “You’re really not as dumb as you sound, are you?” It stung. I didn’t like my intellectual abilities challenged that way. “Is this a business call?” I said, my jaws tight. “Funny business,” she replied lightly. “Dana, look,” I said, easing back from the edge of rage. “I’ve explained how things are. I’m not completely without empathy for you in the situation. But there really isn’t anything I can do for you.” “Oh, come on,” she said, sounding slightly peeved. “Let’s just do something innocent. We can put the sex part away for now. Just meet me and have coffee sometime. You can do that, can’t you?” “To what end?” I asked. There was a long pause. “All right,” she said, sounding so deadly serious it was unnerving. “I’m going to tell you the truth. I need a friend. A male friend; someone I can talk to who isn’t just looking to get into my pants. You’re the most decent guy I’ve met, probably in my whole life. You’re so damned decent you won’t even screw me because you don’t want to be unfaithful to your married girlfriend.” “If I was so decent, I probably wouldn’t have a girlfriend who was married. That seems to shoot a few holes in your assessment of me.” “It’s your faithfulness that attracts me, Drew.” In truth, I was physically and emotionally worn out. I’d worked hard over the weekend and missed being with Cheryl. Now, I was coming to grips with the realization that she wouldn’t be free for at least another week. ...
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