Free Chances Aren't by Luke Young

open with the realization that I'm a moron and my keys to the house happen to be on the same damn key ring with my office keys.
    I walk up the driveway, then to the back of the house and quietly try to open the sliding back door. It’s locked and all the lights are out. While pausing to think, I notice there are lights still lit on the second floor of Nina's house. I remember we gave them a key to our house last time we took a trip so I head over.
    I knock on Nina's door quietly, looking behind me nervously as if I'm doing something wrong. I'm just here to get the key, I repeat over and over to myself. Twenty seconds pass and I'm still waiting, so I ring the bell. A few seconds later the hall light come on inside and I see a figure walking down the steps as I look through the sidelight's thin curtains. Taking a step back, I wait. She pulls the curtain aside and peers out. We make eye contact and I give her a sorrowful shrug with my hands raised. Her expression is unreadable, but as she lets the current fall back in to place I notice she pauses before reaching to unlock the door.
    "What are you doing here?" She asks in a calm voice that I wasn't expecting to hear. I'm totally not used to a woman, more specifically Emily, asking me something without an edge to her voice. No emphasis on the last word, which I usually take to mean it's followed by an unspoken word like 'asshole.' Narrowing my eyes, I struggle to process this in my already impaired state. She repeats the question as she presses a towel to her damp hair.
    "Oh, sorry. Do you still have a key to our house?"
    "I think so." She's wearing a pink fluffy robe and from the way her cleavage is escaping from the collar I'm guessing there is nothing underneath. Somehow, wearing this, she looks sexier than she did naked in the pool.
    She steps back and I enter into the foyer. "Emily sorta threw me out and I was driving to work and realized I don't have my keys to my office or to the house."
    "I think they're in the kitchen."
    I follow her down the hall and stand next to the table as she pulls open a drawer and searches.
    I begin, "Sorry about before, I, um…"
    Glancing over her shoulder at me, she says, "No, it was my fault. I don't know what I was thinking." She returns her attention to the drawer. "I was just feeling so alone and— here they are."
    I step toward her as she pulls the keys out and places them on the counter. I'm so close now I can smell her shampoo and I inhale deeply. "I think I know that feeling… well," I whisper. Placing my hands on her neck, I gently touch her skin.
    Bending her neck down, she moans softly. I massage her, spreading my hands out until the robe falls off her shoulders. "God, you're sexy." I lean in, pressing my lips to her neck, and take a deep breath. She smells of perfumed soap.
    Pulling back from her, I take hold of the robe and slide it down exposing her back and just the top of her gorgeous rear end. "You're perfect." It's been so long since I've touched a woman like this. It seems like forever. Returning my hands to her neck, I move closer, pressing my erection against her. She moans again, and reaching back with her hand, she takes hold of my shirt.
    "Oh…" I close my eyes and run my hands slowly down her back, barely touching her skin. "I hate my life… I hate my job… run away with me." I lean in, pressing my lips to her flesh and suck it carefully into my mouth. She slides her hand lower and squeezes my aching erection though my shorts. My eyes roll back in my head. "Key West…" I kiss her back. "Yeah, I've always wanted to live in Key West."
    Dropping my hands to her calves, I run them slowly up her legs. She spreads them wider pushing her hips back as she rests her elbows on the counter. "Ohhh…" she whispers.
    I lean over her, pressing my face to her back while bringing my hands together between her thighs. She shudders when I raise my hands higher, placing my fingertips against her wetness and discover that she's