We met Karen and Will very soon after we moved into a new
house and they very soon ranked amongst our best friends. Both were a couple of
years older than us; Will ran an electrical wholesaler’s business and Karen
worked for him. They’d lived in the area for years and, through them, we got to
know and befriend many other people
The news that Will had cancer hit us all very hard and
watching his health deteriorate was awful. One day, the dread phone call came.
A distraught Karen told us that Will had been rushed into hospital the night
before and had died a few hours later.
Karen was completely lost and I took several days off work
as we helped her with the funeral arrangements and gathering information to
give to their lawyer for the settlement of his estate. Neither of them had any family to speak of,
both having been only children
There was a huge turnout for Will’s funeral and many people
went back afterwards to the local hotel where the wake was being held. Karen
seemed to perk up a bit after the burial and we saw her smiling, and even
laughing, for the first time in ten days.
We’d been back home about an hour when Karen rang my wife to
ask if I could pop round to help her with their stereo system which she just
could not get to work. I said I would pop round and sort it out for her.
When I arrived, it was clear she’d carried on drinking after
the funeral – the evidence being a single wine glass and a bottle of chardonnay
almost empty. The problem with the stereo was easily resolved and I was about to
take my leave. Karen looked so very sad
and I was a little concerned about leaving her alone. I asked if she wanted to
spend the night at our place but she said she’d rather stay in their house.
There were tears in her eyes and I held my arms open, inviting
a hug. Karen stepped into me and rested her head on my shoulder and burst into
tears. I held her close but was a little lost for words. She stopped crying and
looked up at me.
And then she kissed me!
It came totally out of the blue; a full-on, passionate kiss
that caused me to forget myself and the circumstances and to respond
passionately back. Soon, my hand was travelling down her back and she was
pushing herself against me. I became so hard so quick I was taken aback.
Then we both lost our senses. I reached down further and
slid my hand under her little black dress and up over her stocking-clad leg. I
reach the top of the stocking and caressed the bare flesh between that and her
panties. As I reached her ass I squeezed and she arched her back. I grabbed the hem of her dress the other side
and pulled it up. She reached down and undid my trousers and was soon inside my
shorts, grabbing my cock.
I pushed her further backwards and lowered her onto the
floor. Pulling her panties to one side, I slid my cock inside her and she
squealed. We did not make love. We fucked hard, violently, kissing each other,
clawing at each other, and within minutes she started to come. I realised I was
going to shoot my load and started to pull out of her, but she grabbed me and
pulled me into her even harder. The feelings that spread through my body as I
came were some of the most intense I’ve ever felt.
Spent, I rolled off her and we lay there on our backs. She
turned her face to mine and mouthed the words “Thank you”. As the aftermath
wore off, we both became extremely embarrassed. I apologised to her, she
apologised to me, and passed me some tissues. Without another word, we cleaned
ourselves up and readjusted our clothing. As I sheepishly went to leave, Karen
came over and kissed me on the cheek and said “I needed that so badly”.
That was twelve years ago. Karen is remarried now and still
one of our best friends. We’ve never talked about that night, never even hinted
at it. To this day, it is still one of the most powerful experiences of my life
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