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Cheater

... betrayed her with the lewd images flashing through my mind. I didn’t want to be the guy who only thought about her sexually. I wanted to be there for her, to comfort her, to help her through the crisis. I really did, but the warmth of her body, the silky softness of her golden hair on my hand as I stroked her back, the picture of her getting off with her vibrator, how could I not think of her that way? I attempted to say something comforting, but only managed an unintelligible mumble. Natalie lifted her tear streaked face to look up at me. “I have to get out of here. Could you drive me home?” she sniffed, wiping her eyes. “Of course.” I nodded. "Let me just tell Doug I’m leaving, then we’ll go,” She stepped back placing her hand on my chest. “Thank you, you’re such a good friend,” she sniffed. Her words stung me. 'You wouldn’t say that if you knew what I have been thinking for the last few minutes,' I thought. My guilt had continued to grow and pushed the images from my mind, but did not lessen my arousal in the least. “Kay, but hurry please. I’ll meet you by the car,” she said, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue as I opened the door. “I will,” I answered, pulling the door shut behind me. I hurried toward Doug’s office, but was stopped by one of the secretaries. “What’s going on? Is Natalie all right?” she asked, her voice filled with concern. “She will be,” I answered, continuing on to Doug’s office. Not wanting to waste time with long explanations, I poked my head through ...

... his door. “Hey Doug, Natalie isn’t feeling well and needs me to drive her home. Is it all right if I take off?” He looked up from his work. “Ah... Yeah sure, go ahead. Hope it’s nothing serious,” he called, as I was already headed toward the exit. Natalie was waiting beside my truck by the time I reached the parking lot. I opened the door and helped her climb in, Her knee length skirt slid up over her slippery black pantyhose, exposing her shapely legs from the middle of her thigh down. Even more inappropriate thoughts popped into my head. I loved women in stockings and pantyhose, especially sheer black like Natalie was wearing today, and I found it difficult to drive while stealing glances at her sculpted legs. The drive only took fifteen minutes, but felt much longer to me. “Thank you for doing this. I don’t think I could have driven myself,” Natalie said, as I parked in her driveway. I reached over and gently squeezed her small hand. “No problem, I wish there was more I could do,” I said, taking another quick glance down at her legs. She forced a smile and shook her head. “There’s nothing anyone can do. I just have to stop blubbering and deal with it. But, I’m glad you were there for me. I really do appreciate it.” She opened the door to get out, but stopped as if thinking, then turned back to me. “Want to come in for a bit?” she asked. “Please, I don’t want to be alone right now,” she added when I hesitated. I had hesitated only because I feared doing something stupid to ...