Each night after work, we would have a beer and de-brief. One night, I saw her sitting at a table on her own. Grabbing a beer, I walked over and said,
"Mind if I join you?"
"Sure"
"I don't think we've actually been introduced," I said. "My names Terry, hi." I sat down and offered her my hand.
"Caryl,"she said, shaking my hand.
"How are you settling in?"
"Not bad. Three of the guys hit on me my first night - please tell me you're not going to make it 4," she said, laughing.
"Well, I cant say I blame them, but no. I've just got out of a long term relationship, so I'm enjoying being able to think of myself for a change."
The truth was, I'd just gone through an incredibly nasty divorce and I was lucky to have not lost my house.
"Yeah, I'm feeling you there,"she replied.
"So what made you move up here then?"
"Mum and dad took early retirement, and I needed to get away from a toxic situation, so I decided to come with them. They bought a house with a self-contained granny flat, so even though I'm technically still at home, I've got my own space."
I asked her where that was, and she mentioned a street that as just a couple of blocks from my place. I told her that and then said,
"Maybe we could car-pool when our shifts are the same?"
By this time a few other people had joined us, one of them the manager.
"I can always change the roster for you guys if you want - make sure you've got the same shifts?"
Caryl and I looked at each other, then she said,
"That'd work, thanks."
Over the next 6 to 8 months, in a natural progression, we went from picking each other up, (taking it in turns on a weekly basis), in time for work, to going out for coffee beforehand, to going out for lunch, to hanging out on our days off.
Once a week, we had a standby shift, where we had to phone work at 3.00 to see if we were needed. On those days, we'd have lunch at the local pub. That way if we weren't needed - usually about once a month - we could take a bit longer and have a drink.
One day when Caryl rang and was told we could have the night off, I went to the bar and bought a Heineken for me and a glass of Chardonnay for her. As I sat down, she asked,
"So, what have you got planned for tonight?"
"Not much. I'm thinking I might watch the extended Lord of the Rings DVD I bought last week."
"I love those movies! Tell you what, I'll bring a pizza round and we can watch it together."
I was taken by surprise, because there'd always been this unspoken pact between us - hanging out during the day was fine, but after lunch we'd go our separate ways.
"Ah, sure, okay," I said, not really sure it was such a great idea.
We finished our drinks and left. When she dropped me at home, she kissed me on the cheek and said,
"See you in about an hour."
Sure enough an hour later, she knocked on my door and let herself in. As well as the pizza, she'd brought a bottle of wine. I laughed when I saw that, and showed her the bottle I'd picked up on my way home.
"At least I won't go thirsty!", she said.
I poured her a glass and got myself a beer and we settled down to watch the movie.
About 5 hours later when the movie finished, I looked around. There was an empty pizza box, two empty wine bottles and 10 dead Heinekens.
"Umm, I don't think you're in any state to drive, and I'm certainly not sober enough to give you a lift home. You might just have to stay here tonight. You can have my bed, and I'll sleep out here."
"Don't be silly! It's a queen size bed - there's plenty of room for both of us."
I put up a little bit of an argument, but in all honesty I was glad she'd suggested it.
"Well, if you're sure?"
"Yeah, I trust ya," she replied.
We'd made our way to the bedroom by then. I went to the bathroom, did what I needed to do, then came back to the bedroom.
"Give me your shirt," Caryl said.
I pulled my tshirt off - an old Alice Cooper tour shirt I'd cut the sleeves off - and tossed it over to her, and she went to the bathroom.
When she'd finished, she stood in the doorway and said,
"Do you mind if I leave this light on? Just in case I need a pee in the night?"
By this time I was on the bed, wearing just a pair of running shorts. Because it was a hot night, there was only a sheet on the bed, but I hadn't even bothered getting under that and was just on top of the bed.
Looking up, I saw she was standing side on in the doorway. The tshirt hung down to halfway down her thigh, but where I'd cut the sleeves out showed almost all her boob. I have to admit, I was very happy to see that and was glad she'd suggested sleeping together.
She crossed over to the bed, climbed on and slid over until she was snuggled up next to me with her head on my shoulder.
"This feels nice," she said. "I'd almost forgotten how good it felt to snuggle."
I put a hand under her chin, tilted her face up and kissed her on the lips.
"Me too."
We continued kissing, tenderly at first, but getting more and more passionate. My hand slid up inside her shirt, and cupped her breast, pinching the nipple between my thumb and finger. Caryl's hand slipped under the waist band of my shorts, her nails lightly scratching my thigh, moving slowly towards my growing erection.
Just as we were about to reach the point of no return, Caryl broke the kiss and gently pushed me away.
"Sorry. Every bad decision I've ever made - and I'm not saying this would be one - was when I was affected by alcohol. Can we talk about this when we're both sober?"
"I can't pretend I'm not disappointed, but I don't want you to think I'm pushing you into something you don't want."
"Thanks. I think I do want to, but I'd rather not do it when we've been drinking."
"Well, I'm not going to get any sleep tonight, so talk to me."
"You're not? Why n...oh. Oh!" She looked down where my erection was straining at the fabric of my shorts.
She giggled and said,
"Did I do that? Well if it makes you feel better, I'm in much the same position." She pulled up the hem of the shirt, showing a pair of pale yellow panties that were so damp they were almost see-through.
We snuggled down again and talked long into the night. We talked about everything - where previous relationships had gone wrong, what we wanted from any future ones, where we wanted to travel, and lots more. Around 3.00am, I realised I was the only one talking and Caryl was making soft ‘pfft' sounds. I had no idea how long she'd been asleep, but I gently slid my arm out from under her and rolled over onto my side. As I turned one way, Caryl turned the other so we were laying back-to-back. I inched back slightly so our bodies were touching, and finally fell asleep.
It was late when I woke up. At some point, we had both rolled over so we were now facing each other. My hand was under her shirt, resting in the middle of her back, pulling the tshirt up, so it was bunched up just under her boobs. I also noticed the light in the ensuite was off - Caryl had got up, gone to the bathroom and come back to bed without me realising.
"About time you woke up," Caryl said, giving me a quick kiss. "I've been lying here for ages."
"Yeah, well, I'm awake now. And starving. What would you say to French toast and maple bacon?"
"Probably something like ‘hello French toast. Hello maple bacon. Let's eat."
"Okay. I'll have a quick pee and get it started while you have a shower if you like."
A few minutes later, I was in the kitchen whisking up the eggs when I heard the shower start. I stopped what I was doing and just imagined Caryl naked with water flowing over her body for a couple of seconds, feeling my erection stir again.
About five minutes later, she came into the kitchen, her hair still damp. I noticed she had put the tshirt back on.
"This is just about ready, if you want to make the coffee."
We sat eating breakfast, not really saying anything. Occasionally we would glance at each other and smile. As we sat nursing a second cup of coffee, Caryl said,
"Here's what I'm thinking: come over to mine, we'll have a barbecue by the pool and talk about..."
"Last night?" I finished for her.
"Yeah - last night."
While she was talking, Caryl had begun tidying up the kitchen, both the mess from last night and the breakfast things. I got up and started stacking the dishwasher. Caryl picked up her car keys off the counter and said,
"Come round when you're ready, I'll be out by the pool."
" ‘kay, I'll just have a shower and come over. See you soon."
As I got to the bathroom I heard the front door close. It was only then I realised she was still only wearing my tshirt. The clothes she'd worn the night before were sitting on top of my laundry hamper. Sitting on top of the pile, as if they'd been laid out on display were the yellow panties. I couldn't help myself - I picked them up and felt where the crotch was still slightly damp.
After my shower I pulled on a pair of shorts. Knowing it was going to be a stinking hot day and we were going to be in the pool, I didn't bother with a shirt or shoes. Grabbing my keys, I drove over to Caryl's.
I went straight round the side of her parents house to her apartment. The pool was pretty much in between both places and Caryl was floating on her back in the middle of the pool, wearing a black two piece bikini. I stood watching her for a few seconds before stepping down into the water and swimming over to her.
We splashed around for about half an hour before Caryl made her way to the steps. She walked across to where the towels were and started patting herself dry. I just stood at the edge of the pool watching her.
"What?"she asked when she realised what I was doing.
"Nothing. Just....admiring the view."
Reaching around behind her back, she untied the bikini top and dropped it on the deck.
"Better?"
"Speaking as your friend, can I just say you're beautiful, smart and funny. Any guy would be lucky to have you. Speaking as the guy you gave a raging hard-on to last night, if you'll excuse me being crude - I SO want to fuck you!"
She giggled at that, then turned around so she had her back to me. She slipped off the bottom half of the bikini, bent over giving me a quick glimpse of her pussy, and pulled the tshirt she'd worn last night over her head.
She winked as she walked past me and stood in the doorway to her house.
"So, I reckon about an hour before we start cooking?"
"Sounds good to me," I said as I climbed out of the pool. I grabbed the towel that Caryl had just used and quickly dried off, noticing that she was now looking at me.
"Just....admiring the view,"she said, smiling.
Making sure I was almost covered, I stripped off my shorts and wrapped the towel around my waist. I stepped past her into her lounge room, sat on the couch and put my feet up on the coffee table. Caryl followed me in, sat down next to me and picked up the DVD remote.
"Might as well start watching the second LOTR movie,"she said.
It was all set up to go, so she pressed the play button and then lay down with her head on my lap. Her hand went under the towel and rested on my knee, while I had my hand on her shoulder. We sat like that for a few minutes, neither one of us speaking. It was almost like we were both waiting for the other person to laugh and say,
"Haha, good one....you got me."
Eventually, I thought ‘Fuck it, time to raise the stakes!' I slipped my hand through the arm hole of her shirt and began playing with her nipple.
"What I was just saying? Outside? I meant every word."
"Oh, good,"she replied. "I thought it was just me."
Her hand slid up my thigh and, when it got there her nails lightly scratched the underside of my cock. She got a firmer grip and started giving me a hand-job, untucking the towel in the process. Pulling my foreskin down, she flicked her tongue lightly across the head, before taking it in her mouth.
After a few seconds, she let go and sat up. I put a hand under her knee and half lifted, half slid her over until she was straddling my lap. Taking hold of her tshirt, I pulled it up over her head and dropped it on the floor. I traced my hand down her spine, and as I got to the base, Caryl lifted her hips slightly and I slipped one, then two fingers into her soaking wet slit.
Caryl had gone back to stroking my cock and we worked on each other with our hands while I took turns sucking on her nipples.
After a minute or so, Caryl repositioned her hips until she was holding my erection at the entrance to her pussy. As she lowered herself onto it, she let out a contented sigh. Starting slowly and gradually building up pace, she raised and lowered her hips. I could feel myself getting close to the edge, and just as I was about to go over it, Caryl stopped.
"Not yet!"she whispered.
We both held completely still, barely even daring to breathe before she started up again. The third time we stopped, it was more than I could handle - with a hand under her thighs, I stood up, turned and laid her down on the couch, coming down on top of her, somehow managing to stay inside her the whole time.
I knew I couldn't hold out much longer as I thrust in and out. Sure enough, within seconds and with an incoherent yell, the orgasm that had been building for the last 12 hours erupted. It was almost like that was the signal Caryl had been waiting for - her legs crossed at the small of my back and she screamed out,
"OhgodohgodohgodOHGOD!!!!!" as her own orgasm hit.
I collapsed on top of her and it took about a minute to get our breath back. Finally, I said,
"Holy shit! If I'd known it was gonna be that good, I might've tried a bit harder last night!"
"And if I'd known, I probably would've let you."
We shifted around until I was lying on my back and Caryl was half on her side, half on top of me. We lay like that for about five minutes, not saying anything, just enjoying the feel of each other's naked body, until Caryl said,
"If this is going to happen again - and I really hope it does - we need to lay down some ground rules."
"I'm listening."
"First - friends with benefits: no strings, no questions."
"Agreed."
"Second - we're both free to see other people and if one of us does meet someone else, the other person isn't allowed to get jealous."
"Okay."
"Finally - the first time either one of us says ‘I love you', it's all over."
"Now why on earth would I say that? You know I hate you."
"Course you do. ‘Bout as much as I hate you."
That was just over three years ago. Even though we spend at least 6 nights a week together and I've got almost as many clothes in Caryl's wardrobe as she has in mine, if anyone asks we still say we're just friends.
And we still say ‘I hate you' every day.
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