1. The Staring Contest


    Date: 6/10/2016, Categories: Cheating, Author: Just_A_Guy_You_Know, Source: LushStories

    "Let's have a staring contest," you suggest out of the blue. "What are you? Six?" I shoot back. "No," you say, pouting cutely. "Come on, I'm bored." 'Bored' doesn't even begin to describe the situation. It's Sunday afternoon and raining. Your military husband has been deployed for the past month. My wife's gone out of town for her work this weekend. Neither of us has much to do. We've been across-the-street neighbours for just about two years. You and your husband are like the All-American couple, you know, decent, friendly folks. We get along well as couples. I've spent time with your husband, and I know you and my wife have your occasional girl's nights. But I think this is the first time the two of us have ever been together in a one-on-one situation. I invited you over. There's no point in the two of us sitting alone in two empty houses, I'd said. You agreed, and brought a bottle of wine with you. It's gone now, and we've opened a second that I've had lying around the house for some time. We scanned Netflix, but there's nothing interesting there that we haven't already seen. So now we're just hanging out, sitting on my sofa, chatting about nothing in particular, and listening to the rain. "Fine," I say. "First to blink loses." We turn in our seats to face each other. You shake your fingers out. I shrug my shoulders and let them fall. You roll your head around, loosening up your neck. I scrunch up my face a couple of times and let it relax. "Ready?" you ask. I nod. ...
    "Okay. Three... two... one... go." We stare. Your eyes, it occurs to me, are really quite beautiful. They're a stunning shade of blue, like sunlit Mediterranean pools. I know it's only been about twenty seconds, but I'm starting to feel the weight of my eyelids, and become aware of the energy I'm expending to keep them. I can see the concentration in your face, almost as if you're willing me to blink with your mind. "Your Jedi mind-tricks won't work on me," I joke. You chuckle, but maintain eye contact. You move your face closer to mine. Now my entire field of vision is filled with you. For a brief second I have the impulse to lean in and kiss you. But I remember my wife, your husband. I tell myself I'm just being foolish. But your eyes... there's this look in them... "OHMYGODWHAT'STHAT?!!!" you suddenly scream, pointing across the room. Instinctively, I turn my head in the direction of your arm, looking for danger. The next thing I know, you're laughing hysterically, and I realize I've just lost the contest. "That's not fair," I say. "I won, you lost," you say, gloating. "You're a loo-ooo-ooo-ser." "You totally cheated," I argue. "Says who?" "Says me." You get up off the couch and do a little victory dance, where you stick your butt out and wiggle it. You give the tight round denim a loud playful smack while making kissy faces at me over your shoulder. "I still think you cheated." "Show me where it's written," you defend as if there's an official rule book on staring contests ...
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