My dearest friend. - Sex Stories

My dearest friend.

This is my first attempt at a more romantic type of story. and it is of a personal nature. let me know what you think. I'm also going to post it on literotica. thanks. The following is a work of fiction. The people are real. But the encounter is pure fantasy. They went to school together as k**s. Not really friends, more acquaintances really. 25 years later there was a Facebook post. Home coming. A bunch of the folks from the mid 80’s classes were meeting at a bar to have a few and pretend they were 18 again. He recognized her instantly. In his mind she hadn’t changed at all. Granted, there was more of her to love, but he liked “ a little something to grab a hold of”. He was surprised that she called him by name immediately. Less hair on top and more hiding the face, maybe it was the blue eyes. He considered himself a 5 foot troll. But he knew his eyes did get noticed. She on the other hand, had gotten even more beautiful in the 25 years since he’s last seen her. They chatted a bit. There were a lot of people there to catch up with. A few days later the “friend request” came across online. They started to chat online, instantly feeling absolutely at ease with each other. The conversations ran from the mundane to the wildly personal. They could tell each other anything. No one would judge. No one would laugh, except when they were being silly. Then they would laugh until their stomachs hurt. The friendship grew. They became closer and closer. Chats became text. And the text ...

... became all day conversations. It took right at a year. He had realized that he’d developed romantic feeling for her. They had decided that they’d never lie to each other. Full disclosure was not needed. But what they did say would always be the absolute truth. So, he told her. He was falling in love with her. He’d fought it, but he saw it coming and there wasn’t a damned thing he could do to stop it. She was kind in her response. But she had feeling for another man, a very close friend of his. It also didn’t help that he was a married man. Not happy, but not unhappy enough to move on just yet. He’d promised himself that he’d stay with her until the k**s got out of school and reevaluate after that. But the fact that he’d developed feeling for another bothered him. He loved his wife, but questioned if he was still in love with her. As a fellow d***k said to him one night while he was traveling for work “if you have to ask the question, then you’ve answered it”. It was amazing the kind of things you could discuss with total strangers. Especially those who, by their eyes you could tell had been on the road too long. He had gone as far as to ask her outright if she’d consider having an affair with him. She admitted that there was an obvious attraction between them. And that they’d “be good together”. But then she asked the question that drove it all home. “Where will you be on Christmas morning?” She was right. She deserved more. She deserved someone who would be there all the time. ...