Chatroom Lovers

Christine and Neal were standing by her car waving at the children, who waved back until they were out of sight. Christine looked at her watch. She didn’t want to be late for her online date tonight, and she needed to make several stops before she went home.

“You want to come up to the house for some tea, coffee, some something?”

“I thought you had plans?” Christine smirked.

“You didn’t believe that, did you? I made a big mistake and took her out a few times and have regret…wished I hadn’t. She’s all over me every time she comes out here. I was so glad to see you today!”

“Well, you shouldn’t have given her a taste.” Christine said wickedly.

“I didn’t give her anything. Not even a taste, thank God. Why, aren’t you the little naughty mouth?” He gave her a devilish grin. “Besides, I only gave one woman a taste.” He said getting closer, his leg touching her leg in those skinny jeans.

“You want me to believe that you’ve only slept with one woman?” She folded her arms across her chest to hide her sweaty palms. He was too close and making her temperature rise.

“I didn’t say that. We were talking about tasting.”

“Sex and tasting are the same things.” She remarked.

“No, they’re not. I’ve had sex and can’t remember one thing about it. I’ve tasted and never forgotten.”

“Really, it was that memorable?” Christine began to tremble. She hadn’t forgotten a taste either. That is, if, they were talking about the same thing. She didn’t dare ask.

“Yes. It’s burned here.” He unfolded her arms and placed her hand to his temple. “It’s burned here.” He lowered her hand to touch his lips. “It’s burned here.” He palmed her hand to touch his heart.

“Oh!” She backed up against the car. He was facing her, his body was touching hers.

Christine mistakenly licked her lips. She felt him, and he wanted her. His bulge was poking her, and he’d trapped her between his arms and the car. Her arms were by her sides, her fingers trying to get a grip on her jeans. Her green-eyed devil was coming closer. Damn! Did she lick her lips again? She didn’t mean to. Her chest was moving up and down too fast. If he kissed her, she would melt. She didn’t know if she was ready.

Christine couldn’t breathe. She was afraid to open her mouth and breathe. If she parted her lips, it was an invitation. Did she want him to kiss her? She’d asked him for one the last time. But she’d had an escape plan then. She didn’t have one now. ‘Oh no’, her inside voice screamed. She was about to be in so much trouble.

Neal kissed her cheek and touched the corner of her mouth with his tongue. Did she moan? Or was it him? He pressed his body closer. He knew he was tight inside his jeans. Moving closer he kissed her again on the other side of her mouth. She parted her lips. He felt her heart racing and her breathing becoming erratic, or was it his? Slowly he bent to kiss her full lips.

“Neal! Neal!” One of the ranchhands came running toward him, shouting and waving his arms.

“The…the Mare is birthing, and we think its breach. We need you, hurry!” He said, out of breath.

“Oh, Christine…I gotta go. I can’t believe this keeps happening to me.” He kissed her hard, tasting her, pressing his body against hers. Pulling back, he stared into her eyes, he kissed her once more soft and quick, and then he took off running.

Christine bent over, holding her knees, laughing and taking a deep, deep breath. Did she have a guardian angel? Did she need to be mad at her guardian angel? What was wrong with her? Here was this sexy, gorgeous, hot guy that had everything a woman could want. She wanted him…at least she thought she did. She was jealous when that other woman was touching him. Why was that? When just a moment ago, she wanted him and didn’t want him. She almost had him again. Damn! Damn! Damn!