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How my little fantasy has evolved.
"You're drop dead gorgeous," he said to Cyndy. He was trying unsuccessfully to keep his eyes out of her cleavage. Cyndy noticed and, for once, she wasn't shy or offended. She stood straighter, making the dress hug her breasts even tighter.
Cyndy found three wine glasses and placed them in front of Toby. He poured. Jack looked at the half fill and told him to fill the glasses. "Can't put the cork back and I've got two more bottles. Be generous with my wine."
Toby topped them off and the three of them carried their filled glasses to the table. They sat and ate, talking about the week and nightlife near the campus and a thousand other things. Cyndy became more animated and flirtatious as the night wore on and the wine wore out. By midnight, all three bottles had been consumed and they had enjoyed a nightcap of something dark and chocolaty.
She was enjoying being the center of attention. She had laughed at all their jokes, sometimes leaning too far forward, giving them both a view that became more sensuous and erotic as the night wore on.
Toby glanced at the kitchen clock and back at Cyndy. He wanted to drag her downstairs, take her to bed and do naughty things to her all night. "It's late. Thanks for everything Jack, great dinner, but it's time to call it a night."
"Toby, we can't leave him with a sink full of dishes.
"No problem," said Jack. "I'll leave them right there and co them in the morning."
"Don't be silly. I'll help. It will only take a few minutes if we do it together."
"I'm really tired, Cyndy," Toby said, hoping that she would get the hint.
"Really, it's just a few minutes. Go on down stairs. I'll be there soon."
"OK. I'll be waiting." He shook Jack's hand with the usual stylized knuckle taping, fist bumping thing and left.
Cyndy walked over to the sink and started running the hot water. Jack brought the rest of the dishes and they joked and giggled throughout the job. When they were done, he asked her of she wanted another one of those 'dark and chocolaty' nightcaps.
"There," Cyndy said, wiping her hands on a towel and ignoring his offer, "the dishes are done and put away."
"Thanks for your help," said Jack. He glanced at his cell. "It's almost 2:00 AM. I'm sure your husband is already asleep. Before you go back to your apartment downstairs, here's that drink I offered you a few seconds ago.?"
"No. it's really late," she said, feeling that sense of unease that occasionally overwhelmed her when she was around Jack. "I need to get back down there and go to bed. I'm really tired."
"Can't put it back," he said.
With a suddenly trembling hand, she took the drink and tossed it down. It stung the back of her throat.
"I'll walk you to the door," he said. He put his hand on her shoulder and turned her toward the living room. When they got to the door, he reached out for their customary hug. This one lasted a few seconds longer, though, and he could feel her rapid heartbeat.
He stepped back and looked down. She was flushed and he could see her heart beating just above the low cut collar of her dress. Tentatively, he touched the throbbing pulse with three fingers.
"Do I scare you?" he whispered.
She looked up at him. Her mind was racing. Toby was probably already asleep downstairs. He had left her to help Jack with the dishes. Had he left her to help him with more than that? Did she want him to do more? Suddenly, she felt an irresistible urge to test the waters, to kiss him good night, not on the cheek but on the mouth. She needed to do more.
She covered his hand with hers and, as she tilted her head and closed her eyes, she drew it down over her breast. It was an uncharacteristically bold move on her part. He kissed her, almost delicately at first. It quickly turned into a passionate, open-mouthed kiss as he pressed her against the front door and they ground their bodies into each other.
They broke the kiss. He leaned back. "Wow!" he said. "Where did that come from?"
His hand was still where she had left it.