Whisper That You Love Me - Sex Stories

Whisper That You Love Me

... embarrassing this is for me?” Dana asked. “I feel like a complete fool.” I smiled at her with compassion. “You just went out to explore possibilities. Actually, I’m flattered.” “Actually,” she said, mimicking me, “I’m jealous. I want what Cheryl’s got. I wonder if she’d let me use you when she’s not available?” That drew a laugh from me. Not unsympathetic, I leaned over to touch her hand. “Don’t expect me to ask her,” I laughed. Dana leveled her eye on mine. “No, of course not. It’s obvious that you’re devoted to her. Maybe that’s what makes you so attractive to me. I’d really like to have some of that devotion.” “I’ll be your friend, Dana,” I replied, “If that’s what you want. I can always offer you coffee and a chair if you want to come talk.” That caused her to break into a beautiful, broad smile. “Hopefully not waving over your head like this morning.” ++++ “What’s this?” Cheryl asked, holding up the little card she’d found on the tiny table just inside the door. It held a bowl for my keys, and I rarely even looked at it. Cheryl waved it joyously in my direction as if she’d caught me in some peccadillo. “I don’t know,” I confessed. “What does it say?” “Dana Mattang Lee,” she read. “Property Agent.” “Oh,” I said, somewhat surprised. “She must have left it there.” “She’s been here since we moved in?” “Yeah,” I admitted, casually. “Saturday morning she came by to inspect the place. She can do that, according to the lease.” Cheryl’s eyes sparkled. “Inspect the place, or ...

... inspect the tenant?” she chided joyfully. “It’s really kind of a funny story,” I responded, easing myself into one of the large chairs in the sitting room. “I heard the key in the lock and couldn’t find anything to protect myself with, so I picked up one of the dining room chairs, ready to crown whoever was breaking in.” “A chair?” she laughed. “I couldn’t find a bat or a pipe.” I shrugged. “You didn’t hit her, did you?” “No,” I chuckled. “I offered her a cup of coffee to make up for almost assaulting her.” “Did you get another look at those sexy legs of hers?” “It wasn’t like that,” I said. “We just had coffee and talked. She’s got a pretty sad story.” “Do tell,” Cheryl instructed. “Apparently her husband is a player. He pays her to keep quiet about it. She’s not happy.” “So, does he ignore her?” “I don’t know. She didn’t tell me.” “She wants you.” I chuckled. “Honey, I made it very clear and I wasn’t available.” “That doesn’t matter. Officially, you’re unattached.” “I’m not, though. Official or not doesn’t make any difference to me. I consider myself in a relationship.” Cheryl sniffed disdainfully. “So, did you screw her?” “No!” I protested loudly. “I told you. We talked, drank coffee and then she left.” “That must have been when she left the business card. Why didn’t you screw her?” “Because, I’m not going to do that to you; to us.” “If you do her, I don’t want to know.” “Stop it, Cheryl,” I demanded. “That’s not going to happen.” “Come to bed, then” she ordered. “You need to ...