Free Betrayed by Love by Marilyn Lee

allowed my thoughts to dwell on him in a more intimate manner.
    What would he look like in tight, revealing swimming briefs? Did he have hair on his chest? What did that sexy bottom lip of his feel like in a kiss? What would it taste like? What would it be like to have him French kiss me? What did he look like naked? What would he feel like nude?
    Imagining his wide shoulders and big bare chest pressed against my naked breasts sent a rush of moisture pooling inside me. I closed my eyes, imagining his warm hands moving over my naked body. I knew he liked large breasts, but what did he think of a big ass and lots of curves?
    Get a grip, Lin. He’s taking you to lunch and he spent much of the night staring at you. He obviously liked everything he saw.
    Smiling, I rolled onto my stomach, rubbing my pussy against the mattress. I felt hot and horny. And so relieved to be over Jarrod. Clearly I had not been in love with him after all. It had been that age–old lust, which I now felt for Grant, fickle, horny woman that I was. Grant, who wasn’t married to my oldest friend, was fair game. I could allow my heart to fill with unmitigated lust without an ounce of guilt.
    I woke in the middle of the night with my pussy aching as the remnants of a lusty dream where Grant had worked me up into a sexual frenzy by grinding his hard cock against me as we slow danced. Then when we’d torn our clothes off, I’d been disappointed to find his cock lacking in both girth and length. He’d been a lousy lover who had come within a minute of entering me—leaving me unsatisfied. Then he’d had the gall to roll onto his back and start snoring.
    I sighed, rolling onto my back. Don’t expect too much of him, Lin. Not all men have big cocks. I’d been fortunate in that all my lovers had possessed nice sized cocks and had been skillful in bed. Sooner or later, I had to encounter a lover who either wasn’t good in bed or had a small dick. And I was old enough to know there were more important things in a relationship than the size of a lover’s cock.
    Besides, you’re getting way ahead of yourself, Lin. You two might not even go beyond a first date. Still, it would be a crime for a hunk like Grant to have a small dick.
    But that didn’t stop me from falling asleep imagining him eating me to a slow, delicious orgasm that made my toes curl and my back arch as I cried out his name.

    Jen woke me just after nine the next morning. She breezed into the room carrying a tray. “Time to rise and shine.”
    I groaned and pulled the sheet over my head. “Go away.”
    I heard her set the tray on the nightstand before she tugged the sheet from over my head. “Go make yourself decent and then we’ll share breakfast.”
    I’d spent most of the night jolting awake from lustful dreams just as Grant was about to fuck me and now all I wanted was to sleep. “Go away.”
    “Get up, girl.”
    I grimaced at her and dragged myself from the bed, and went into the bathroom. When I emerged from a warm shower wearing a large towel, she sat propped up against the headboard sipping a cup of coffee.
    I climbed into bed, inhaling the aroma of the dishes she uncovered. We shared a western omelet, a chunk of garlic bread, and a carafe of hot, milky coffee.
    “Do you want to talk about Grant?” Jen asked.
    I nodded, putting my coffee cup down. “Does he have a special lady in his life?”
    “No.”
    “I find it hard to believe he’s not seeing anyone.”
    She shrugged. “I didn’t say he wasn’t dating. I said he’s not dating anyone special.”
    “If he’s already dating, why did he ask me out?”
    She gave me a wide–eyed stare. “Excuse me? Aren’t you dating and didn’t you accept his invitation?”
    I grimaced. “I hate when you go all logical on me.”
    She smiled. “He liked you, but then I knew he would.”
    “How?”
    “I don’t know. I just knew. Did you like him?”
    Jen’s “I just knew” didn’t really work for me but I knew her well