Rob and Elise Ch. 02

This was no friend kiss, but the opening notes in a song that beat in her heart. His lips met hers, tentative at first before responding. His mouth moved with hers, more certain of what was happening as they stepped out of their friendship into something else. His arm tightened on her back as his other one let go of her hand to fully embrace her. Now their mouths were fully connected, moving so slowly to almost be still.

Then he pulled back gently, his eyes a myriad of unspoken questions.

"Elise?" he asked softly. His question was almost rhetorical, for he didn't wait for an answer as he kissed her back just as softly, holding her suspended in that moment before carefully parting.

"We should probably finish our coffees," he suggested, turning to move. Elise wouldn't let go of him quite yet, though.

"Robert. I want you to know that I meant that kiss, right here, right now. For you being here, with me in the way you have."

"I know. I feel the same way. Right now there isn't anywhere else I'd rather be," Robert said softly.

Elise smiled coyly. "I can think of a place I'd rather be: the hot tub. Let's get out of here."

Robert gave a short, nervous laugh because things were moving so quickly. He wasn't sure if he was ready to be with Elise, especially if it meant moving past Samantha. True he and Samantha had not exchanged promises of exclusivity, but he nonetheless felt that he owed her some degree of fidelity. His brain bounced between choices. Be with Elise now and risk hurting Samantha, or turn Elise down only to ruin the weekend and lose what was growing between them.

Whatever his decision would be he had to make it quickly. Elise seemed to be confident in her choice. So something definitive must have happened in her relationship with Christian, Robert thought, almost with envy. He decided to at least get that out in the open. When she opened the door a bottle of champagne waited chilling with a pair of glasses in a bucket of ice.

"Part of the package," Elise explained.

"Wow!" he commented. "I've never experienced anything like this. Have you?"

Elise shook her head silently, her eyes a million miles away. He could tell at that moment of clarity that she was thinking of the might-have-beens had Christian been there instead of him.

"Elise, I have to know. Has something happened with Christian?" Robert asked; the question suddenly urgent.

She turned to him, her eyes bright with tears, torn between what could have been and what was and what might be.

"He isn't coming back, Rob. His career took him on another path."

"Oh my god Elise!" he exclaimed, stunned. "I'm so sorry to hear that. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, truly," she assured him. "We thought this might happen, so it really didn't come as a surprise. Really, it's better this way. I'm tired of the empty bed, with only the idea of him to keep me warm at night." She paused, then looked at Rob with a very direct gaze, penetrating and assessing.

"Aren't you feeling the same way?"

"Yes, in truth I am," he admitted, more to himself. "I am not sure if I miss being with Samantha or simply with someone when I'm alone. I just don't know what I should to do."

"Unzip me, that's what you should do," Elise said as she turned her back to him. "Then get yourself undressed. That hot tub is waiting for us, so let's make this weekend just about us."

Robert took her advice and put aside his confusion for at least long enough to unzip the silky dress and, to his amazement, watch it slide past Elise's ass to reveal her pink cheeks with only the string of a tiny thong running between them. He watched in awe as she stepped out of her dress, her voluptuous body barely constrained by her bra and panties. She bent over to pick it up off the floor, letting him get a mouth-watering view of her cleavage. She looked up at him as she straightened to unclasp her bra.

Without a word, he removed his suit jacket and unbuckled his pants to let them fall too, stripping away another barrier between them. She glanced down momentarily at the growing bulge in his briefs before looking back into his eyes, and letting the bra fall away into her hand, revealing her large breasts. Robert didn't look down, but holding her gaze, willing her to stay connected with him, he unbuttoned his shirt, letting her see his chest, rising and falling with his deep breaths.

Elise didn't look away either as a painted nail slipped between her skin and the waistband of her panties to pry them down. She shimmied herself slowly out of them and stepped beyond the perimeter of the silk pooled around her feet. Robert pushed his underwear downward, his semi-rigid cock springing free gently past the waistband as his hands moved down along his muscular thighs.

They stood opposite each other for a moment, exposed and vulnerable. Still silent, Elise then took his hand and led him to the balcony, opening the French doors, pulling him into the night and the water.

"Ahh," she sighed, sinking into the warm water, just to the point where her nipples danced with the small waves lapping at her breasts. Robert sat down beside her, marvelling at her solid, almost heavy beauty. Elise moved in closer to him, pressing the softness of her flesh up against him, driving him wild with her proximity. She reached up and pulled him into a lingering kiss. Their tongues moved between them as they allowed their passion to wash away their inhibitions.

As they kissed, Elise rand a hand down his chest, but Robert flinched, making her pause. He broke the kiss and sighed bitterly.

"Oh Elise," he started apologetically. "I want you, really I do, but I'm in a relationship for god's sake. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I was unfaithful."

Elise raised her hand back up from below the water, letting the warm splash softly on his chest as she gently, affectionately stroked his cheek. With a bittersweet smile, she said,

"I understand. You wouldn't be you if you could."

To diffuse any potential tension between them, Robert poured out two tall glasses of champagne and handed one of them to Elise. They didn't toast, for neither of them could think of anything to toast about. Instead, the two friends held on to each other with their eyes, not saying anything, not even moving much for fear that the slightest motion, the smallest breath would trigger an avalanche of passion, sweeping their friendship away. Robert saw her beauty and her need, and he desperately wanted to give her all that she wanted and more.

Robert gently brought the palm of her hand to his lips and kissed it, feeling her desire flow through it into him, making him feel both buoyant, burdened. In a flash of inspiration brought on by his own desperate lust, he brought her hand to her breast, stroking her nipple with her own palm, not touching her skin, but connecting with her in this indirect way.

"That doesn't mean we cannot make this night one to remember," he said with a sly grin. "Let your hands be mine on you, let them be my lips," he continued, his voice thick with want.

Elise looked at him with widening eyes as she realized what he was proposing, and then smiled wickedly.

"I can live with that," she said throatily, gently stroking her nipple with a glistening finger. "Are you going to join me?"

Robert shifted a bit to get more comfortable as his hungry gaze consumed Elise. The tableau of his friend, naked, starting to touch herself was both awkward and the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Robert reached down into the warm water to fondle himself with her. Feeling his eyes on her, Elise started rubbing her nipples earnestly with one hand as the other hand snaked its way down to her crotch. Her skin was so smooth it shone in the dim light emanating from their room.

"Tell me what you are doing?" Elise asked, wanting to carry the scene forward, to keep it from stalling in the silence.

Robert was too wired, both horny and askew, to be subtle. "My mouth is on your tit, sucking your nipple."

"Mmm, what else?"

"My hand is stroking your pussy as I suck on your tits. They taste so good."

Elise started to stroke her pussy, mimicking his words. Her other hand gently pinched and twisted her left nipple, then her right.

"My hand is reaching for your cock, Robert. Let me feel it grow in my hand," she murmured.

"Mmm, your hand feels good," he encouraged, now stroking himself fully. He was entirely in the moment. "Stroke me as I slip my fingers into your wet pussy."

Elise opened her legs more, letting him get a glimpse of her hand, distorted under the water, but clearly enough to show a finger slipping into the tightness of her pussy. "Yeah, finger my pussy, I want to get nice and wet for your cock,"

"Oh fuck," Robert said, out of character. He was really worked up now, pumping himself in the water as Elise started to rub her pussy harder.

"I want to feel your mouth on me Elise, on my cock."

"Oh yes," she breathed at the thought of being so wantonly taken. She looked at Robert and licked her lips lasciviously. "Stick it in my mouth. I want to taste your cock."

The water in the hot tub was keeping him from pumping himself fast enough to get close, so he rose up out of the water to jack himself fully.

"Your cock tastes wonderful," Elise complimented. "Suck my pussy Rob. Lick my clit."

Elise looked at her friend as she masturbated, feeling sexy and wanted and connected for the first time in a long time. He was kneeling up the water, his muscular chest glistening wet, his hand pumping his cock just above her hip. She couldn't believe they were doing this, so far from their simple friendship of just a few days ago.

"I'm licking your clit Elise, drinking your sweet juices. My fingers are in you with my tongue, wanting to make you come."

"That feels so good," she whispered. "Make me wet,"

Robert licked his lips wishing he could dive under the water and immerse himself in her.

"I want you Elise," Robert said, bridging the gap between fantasy and reality. But he clung to fantasy, keeping his hands to himself.

"Fuck me Robert," she gasped, getting closer to orgasm. The dirty talk was becoming more stimulating, something not experienced until Christian's repeated absence, cybersex and her own lonely need brought it forth. A small voice in Elise's head wondered if this might be just a substitute for Christian; a stand-in of sorts. But as the tremors in her groin built up to a crescendo, she pushed that voice aside to simply enjoy the moment; to simply BE.

"Stick your cock in me," she breathlessly demanded.

"I'm sliding into you Elise, your pussy feels so good around my dick," he breathed.

"Go deeper Robert, I want to feel all of you. I want you to come in me, fill me."

Elise curved her fingers to stroke her G-spot up inside her pussy, trying to get in as deep as possible. She used her second hand to rub the hood of her clit, the sensations racing up along her spine. Her whole body was a flood of heat roaring through her flesh as she pleasured herself.

"I want to see you really come, Robert," she said, stepping out of character for a moment.

The two didn't speak for a few minutes as they simply watched each other play their bodies, almost as if they were visually taking notes on what the other liked. Robert saw that Elise favoured pressure to the side of her clit, and that her nipples were incredibly sensitive. Elise watched Robert as he gripped his shaft just under the head with his left hand. He used his right hand to steady himself against the rim of the tub. She watched his chest heave as his breathing deepened and quickened until with a groan he came, spraying outward onto the balcony. Watching him totally lose himself was the first time she watched a man make himself climax. Seeing the look of pleasure/pain on his face as he bore down onto his orgasm was so erotic, so beyond anything she'd experienced, she came herself, crying out in her own pleasure.

They settled down from their orgasms, their breath stretching out after that heady moment.

"You're beautiful when you come," Robert said softly. Elise smiled demurely; ironic given how close they came to coupled intimacy. She waited in the water to keep warm while he retrieved towels, to hold onto the heat of her arousal a bit longer before it subsided and took away the feeling when Robert had been more than just a friend.

Robert came back out with a towel already wrapped around his waist, and held the other out for Elise to step into. He closed it up around her, holding it in place with his arms as she fastened it above her breasts. Now that the peak of their arousal had passed, he felt a desire to hold her close, to engage in the tender aspects of intimacy. Instead he backed away respectfully, once again drawing the curtain of friendship between them. She turned to look at him with a mix of appreciation and longing. She wanted his arms around her, wanted the warmth of his body to keep the embers of her arousal stoked so they could (or would have) make love again once in bed. Without letting that happen they went inside quietly, turning the jets off, leaving the water to settle down to stillness.

As they settled in for the night, the inevitability of the bed lay between them, a wide expanse across which they looked at each other, together yet separate. As they got into bed, they both felt the other's presence as their combined weight pressed down onto the mattress, pulling them closer into each other. Robert looked at Elise in the warm light of the lamp and kissed her forehead, a mixture of caring and sadness in his eyes.

"Good night Robert," she said, feeling the gulf of their choices yawning between them, and turned off her lamp, leaving them in the dark to be alone with their thoughts.

"Good night Elise," he answered.

A minute or two passed, and Elise heard Robert sigh a bit before speaking into that darkness, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Would you like me to hold you?" he asked.

She looked over her shoulder, seeing his eyes, somehow bright in the darkness looking back at her.

"If you want to, I'd like that. Just friends."

Robert rolled onto his side, draping his arm carefully over her, keeping away from her breasts, from anything that would imply more. As he felt her warmth carry him toward slumber he whispered back.

"Just friends."

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