My sister, Jen, has a good friend named Brenda and every now and then I get to see Brenda and her husband, Steve, who live very close to me in my neighborhood. Both Brenda and Steve are good folks and casual family acquaintances. Since we live in the same community, we often run into each other at community events.

Steve is a very likable guy, and is the type of fellow that will give a hug to anyone and everyone. The first time I met him and his wife, they both seemed to take a liking to my entire family. My daughters both attended the same high school as their teenage son, my youngest being a year older than their son. I have told Madelyn she should try and get with Brenda and Steve’s son, since he is a handsome guy and very likable, like his dad. But Madelyn is my “wild child” and is more interested in flirting with the older guys, than someone her own age.

I have always had a secret crush on Steve but kept it to myself. He is a handsome, six foot four, well built middle-aged man with sterling features, and a very successful business executive. Like myself, Steve has a passion for photography, and while photography is my “bread and butter”, along with the creative designing of ladies’ leather accessories (key chains, bracelets, necklaces, and small purses), Steve’s passion for photography is more of a hobby than a business interest. Still, he is good at whatever he choose to do or dabble in.

I wanted to dabble in Steve, but never really had the guts. I was a single mother and remained focused on making my rent and paying my bills. Rent was past due and I was getting pretty desperate to come up with the money, so when I ran into Steve, walking though the downtown shops in the small bedroom community where we lived, I was totally oblivious to his charm and warm hug.

That night, lying in my bed, I felt pretty stupid for not being friendlier and not capitalizing on an opportunity to be more engaging. I sent Steve a back channel message on social media and apologized for not being my usual self earlier in the day. He responded back, to my surprise and glee, that he understood, but that I’d have to make it up to him over a coffee one day.

As I looked at his message, I wondered why a happily married man would offer to take a single mother like myself out for coffee. I dialed my sister to catch up on a few things, and used the call as a cover the casually mention I had run into Steve, since I knew my sister and Steve’s wife were very good friends. Janet knew I was always on the prowl, but she had no idea that I had a secret crush on Steve. Still, somehow, she always knew when I might be heading down the wrong path. So I asked about Brenda and how she was doing in her new business endeavor. Brenda and Jen had gone to school together, years before. Jen told me Brenda was very happy with her new business opportunities.

Nervously, I typed out a delayed response to Steve’s offer for coffee.

“Name the place and time,” I replied.

A few seconds later, Steve responded, “How about tomorrow? I can come by and pick you up or meet you somewhere. It will be good to catch up with you. It's been while.”

I couldn’t believe he actually responded. Horrible thoughts, insane fantasies, crept into my mind, and almost immediately, my female senses tingled. I had to catch myself and remember, this was the husband of my sister's best friend. 

“You can come by my place,” I typed into the space bar, adding, “Anytime after 9”

Steve responded and said he’d be by about 9:30.

I stared at Steve's message and social media photo for the longest time. I found myself extremely excited and slipped my hand into the waist band of my panties. After a few moments of self-indulgence, I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up at 4:30AM and my lap top was still sitting on the bed beside me. I turned it off and drifted back to sleep. My alarm clock buzzed at 7:00 and I shot out of bed. I quickly slipped on my spandex and a spandex sports top and headed out the door for my usual morning run. Thirty minutes later, I was back in my tiny apartment and in the shower. Stepping out the shower, I caught a glimpse of my fat ass in the bathroom vanity. I was proud of the fact that I had managed to lose about twenty pounds, but I still had a ways to go.

Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door. I glanced at the alarm clock on my dresser. It read "9:00AM". Steve was early. I hated that!

I wrapped a towel around my body and cracked open my front door. I peered around the corner,

‘You’re early,” I remarked, seeing that it was indeed, Steve. 

“I can come back,” Steve remarked. There was no way I was going to let him leave. I opened the door and apologized.

“I just got out of the shower,” I remarked as Steve stepped into my tiny apartment. Water droplets cascaded off of my wet hair and down my bare shoulders.

“Can you give me a few minutes?” I asked.

I could tell he was a bit embarrassed.

“Sure,” he responded, taking a seat on my couch.

I quickly darted into my bedroom and tossed the towel on to my unmade bed. I grabbed a hair brush and ran it through my hair to comb out the tangles.

I was nervous and excited, all at the same time. My tangled hair frustrated me. Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

I looked up and Steve was standing in the doorway, just watching me. Instinctively, I grabbed a sheet from the bed.

“Steve!” I exclaimed as I tried to cover myself.

“I didn’t get my obligatory hug,” he remarked.

I was speechless.

“I... uh... I... uhm... I ...” The words just wouldn’t flow.

“I am naked!” I extolled.

“I see that,” he replied.

Again, I couldn’t find the right order for my words.

“I... uh... uhm... I...”

I took a deep breath and forcefully exhaled. I had to calm down. My womanly senses tingled. I found myself lost in evil thoughts that flooded my mind. I was standing naked in front of a guy I had long fantasized about.

Steve stepped into my dimly lit bedroom.

“Oh shit!” I thought to myself.

“Is he going to rape me?”

I wanted to be raped. I wanted him to push me down on my bed and ravage me. I could feel myself getting wet with anticipation. I took another deep breath and exhaled as Steve stepped closer to where I stood, clutching the bed-sheet which barely covered what needed to be covered.

He took off his cowboy hat and placed it on my head. He didn’t say a word, as he put a finger under my chin and more or less, forced me to look up. Even in the darkened room, I could tell there was a seriousness about Steve and a passion in his eyes.

He leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on my lips, an easy going, “I like you,” type of kiss. I dropped the bed sheet and practically melted away. Steve moved his finger to the middle of my chest, where he made a small circling motion. I took a deep breath and exhaled, my eyes locking on to his as he stood in front of me.

“Where is my hug?” he whispered.

I slipped my arms around him and pulled myself into the warmth of his embrace. I could feel the strength of his hands on my lower back, as we pressed hugged. He lowered his hands to my buttocks- my fat ass- and squeezed.

His touches sent shivers through my body. He moved a hand around to my front side and into the crease between my legs, slipping a lone finger into my very moist vagina. I lost all control at this point.

Within seconds, I had Steve stripped of his shirt and I ran my fingers through his course chest hair. We kissed again, this time, more passionately, our tongues exploring the confines of each other’s souls. Steve had both of his muscular hands on either side of my face, which made me feel so very much appreciated.

I unfastened Steve’s belt and unsnapped his jeans. I dug past the elastic barrier of his boxer shorts and quickly reached my prize. I held his manhood in my hand. There was no turning back. I had to have him.

I pulled him on to my bed and stripped him of his shoes, socks, pants and underpants. His cock was about normal in size, or so I thought. I had seen bigger, but then suddenly, I realized I had misjudged the actual size of his tool as I slipped the tip end of his tool into my mouth and toyfully played with his balls.

Steve’s cock was about eight to nine inches in length and was thick. I had seen cocks this large in porno films, but never in real life. I knew there was no way I would ever be able to swallow the entire length of his cock, so I did my best to pleasure him by spreading my saliva along the entire length of his cock and running my fingers up and down it. Steve was circumcised and clean shaven. He didn’t have any pubic hair- something I really liked.

Steve cupped his hands behind his head and smiled as he lie on his back, staring up at my ceiling fan. Pre-cum leaked from the tip end of his tool and I dutifully licked it up. It didn’t really have a taste, but was salty.

“I’d like to taste your pussy,” Steve remarked.

I re-positioned myself so my pussy, which by now was dripping wet with anticipation, was right over Steve’s face, my knees on either side of his chiseled face. I could feel his probative touches. He found my clit and gently squeezed it between a forefinger and his thumb.

“Oh!.. My!... Gawd!” I exclaimed he sent a shiver through my body. I could feel myself getting more wet and more excited, as he inserted his fingers into my womb. I held on to the headboard and tried to steady myself. I slipped my hand down between my legs and held his hand over my clit, as an orgasm of cataclysmic proportions racked my body. Suddenly he put his arms around me and somehow, he flipped me on to my back.

In an instant, his cock was inside of me. I felt a sharp pain as he pushed hard against me, but the pain quickly gave way to pleasures like I had never experienced before. His cock was huge and I was a bit tight, not having had any meaningful sex for well over a year. I looked directly into his green eyes. He was focused, pushing his cock deep into my love box.

The pleasure was very intense. Steve had a stamina and drive I had never experienced before or since. I remember cuming several times. At some point, Steve unloaded inside of me. I don’t know if it was because of the lack of sex or the intense feelings built up by the excitement and anticipation that caused me to lose consciousness, all I remember is things quickly going black as Steve pummeled me. I tried to fight off the feeling, but I couldn’t.

I woke to Steve kissing my forehead, his strong hands lightly stroking the side of my face, his cock still inside of me. I was drained. My head was spinning and I was still quivering from mini-orgasms. Even after he pulled out of me, I still felt like he was in me.

My bed sheets were sweat-soaked. I didn’t have the strength to move, so I just lie there, with Steve’s strapping body lying next to me. Somehow, I managed to find the strength to turn on my side and place my hand and my head on his chest, and bring on leg up over his. I listened to his breathing and the strength of his rapidly beating heart.

“How was it?” I whispered.

“My fantasies have come true,” Steve replied. I was surprised to find out that Steve had longed fantasized about me, just as long as I had about him.

As we lie naked in my bed, I knew the moment was a special one. But I was also kind of sad, because I knew Steve was very married. He was everything a woman could want in a husband, but I knew I would not be able to steal his heart. Still, I felt lucky, because I had experienced something I had not felt in years and that unadulterated pleasure would stay with me for quite some time.

My morning coffee that day was very special. Steve was gracious in his compliments. He knew and I knew, what we had experienced was just serendipitous. He left me wanting more. Before he left, he kissed me lightly on the lips and I reciprocated with the hug he so affectionately asked for. I walked him to the door of my apartment and as he left, he turned and smiled.

“What are you doing next Wednesday morning?” Steve asked. I could tell his question was an invitation of some sort, by the way he asked. My woman senses tingled, as I responded,

“I’ll be making coffee... for a friend.”