Fulfillment

I love slow dancing with him. I think he likes it too because I dance nasty. At least with him, I do.

You see, Declan and I go way back. My family moved into his neighborhood when I was young. One house separated ours from his. The moment I saw him I was infatuated. I wasn’t old enough to understand, but I thought he was cute. I became friends with his sister just so I would have an excuse to be in the same space as him.

Then we moved again. My heart broke. I didn’t cross paths with him again until I was a senior in high school and dating my future husband, Cole.

Declan got hired where Cole worked and sometimes he would tag along with Cole on their lunch hour and meet me in the schoolyard. The first time I laid eyes on him again, the fire inside me was instantly lit. All of my little girl fantasies suddenly became big girl fantasies.

Dating Cole became much more enjoyable when he and Declan began hanging out after work. I became great friends with Declan’s wife Maeve and the four of us spent a lot of time together. The more time I got to spend around Declan the more I liked it.

I will admit to being quite a tease. I told Declan about my childhood crush, and I threw myself at him every chance I got, and I never tried to hide it. I didn’t much care who saw me or knew what I was doing. Maeve used to laugh at me, and Cole just scowled and looked away, because there was always a certain amount of innocence to what I did. I made sure to never cross that line of no return.

When Cole proposed to me, I was dreaming and wishing that it was Declan instead, but before I knew it, I had said yes.

We asked both Declan and Maeve to be in our wedding party. I couldn’t wait until the first dance and the father-daughter dance were over so that everyone could get on the dance floor.

I started something on my wedding day that I continue still. I tease the living shit out of Declan every time we are on the dance floor together. On several occasions, he’s had to try and hide the bulge in his pants when we’re walking back to the table to sit down. Poor guy, I really feel sorry for him, not.

Then came the night when I gave him the ultimate slow dance. I was getting daring, even for me, and snuggled into his neck, giving him little kisses, biting his ear lobe and finally, I was on my way to giving him a full-fledged hickey when I decided I’d better back off. After I heard an “Oh my God” and he pulled me in tight, I lined myself up so that I was rubbing my crotch against what quickly became a very rigid erection. The more he asked me what I thought I was doing, the more I rubbed against him, and the harder he got.

Declan’s breathing became more like panting and as his hand parted my top from my skirt, his fingers touched bare skin. Then he says to me, “I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but you are my fantasy girl.”

I couldn’t say a word. I had been pretty sure that my infatuation was strictly one-sided because he was always kind of non-responsive to my teasing. When we would all be sitting around the table drinking, I would always be sure to sit next to him, and I would nonchalantly lay my hand on his leg, he would sit there as if nothing was going on. I never gave it a thought that maybe he liked it and didn’t want anyone else to catch on to what was happening under the table.