She breaks the kiss again, and slowly starts trailing down my neck, collarbone, until she finally plants her mouth over my left breast. She starts suc...king, and flicking her tongue over my nipple, I let out a moan of pleasure. My pussy is now dripping with desire, and I push her up so I can get her shirt off too. I'm a little surprised to see that she's not wearing a bra.“You little minx” I say, lunging for her tits with my mouth.“ohhh....” she lets out a moan as I start licking and sucking on. No, I didn’t fuck him but I sure wanted to. We did get each other off like we used to though. You know, those ways you thought were so sexy when we talked about them on our honeymoon. Hey, how are you dealing with our separation?”“Are you sure there isn’t more? One of the guys on the alternative shift has been hitting on me and says there are always women out there that like being sluts. Is that how you handle your hornies? You’ve never said, just like you’ve never said how far you are from. Mostly because It confuses me and i really don't want things to become awkward between us. Especially because we often meet up to have drinks with our other friends and he's my boyfriend's "bro".Lately, things have gotten a little more...friendly, or better yet: more playful. We put extra weights on the appliances while the other one's not looking, we poke each other, we try to get each other to become distracted or fail at our work out,... Last week I made him laugh so hard, he had to stop. A friggin' life sized poster of you in a red dress on his wall. See it every time I walk in. Make a point of it, in fact; pardon me for sayin' so love, but you're kind of easy on the eyes." Then his face clouded over in panic. "Oh shit, I hope you were eighteen when that picture was taken. Pardon my French."I could only laugh."I'm Laurie," Skip leaned forward to shake hands without shifting his bulk off the stool. "But you can call me Skip up here." He looked to be in his late forties, greying.