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Warm me up, please warm me up. I’m so cold, I’m so cold” She kept saying those words over and over, almost begging.

They were back in the same apartment, on the same sofa, a blanket wrapped around them. He could not remember how they had got there or where their clothes had gone. All he knew was that was they were kissing, they were kissing hungrily and urgently once again and she was straddling him, those legs wrapped around him tight. He rubbed his hands over her bare back, cupping her bottom in his hands. She began to rub herself against the length of him, pushing herself against his naked form.  Her teeth were slightly chattering.

The house was empty, dark; he could only make out a faint outline of her body.

He moved one of his hands to her front and slipped two fingers inside her, began to rub a circle over her clit. She began to whimper, pushing herself harder against his fingers. He could feel her melt.

 “You feel pretty warm to me” He murmured.

He could hear Ingrid in the background, footsteps, loud laughter. He felt an arm brush him, a figure walking past.

She smiled at that, kissed him hard on the mouth in response.  She was sliding back and forth, slow, soft movements, slippery and warm. He could feel the walls of her pussy tightening around his shaft, squeezing and rocking. He wanted to be inside her more than anything.

"Oh, you feel so good right now," Andrew whispered to her, "I think you ‘re teasing me.”

"I don't think this is teasing," Dana said with her mouth open, panting. "Not anymore."

So let me fuck you” He lifted her hips slightly, began to slip inside. “Let me.”

No, no, no, not like this. Everyone’s watching.”

Who?” He looked around, startled. But Dana stopped him, placing her hands on his face, turning his head in her direction.

Don’t look around, focus on me, okay?” She began to kiss him lightly on the lips, insistent. He began to kiss her back and she pulled the blanket over them, enveloping them in darkness. She repositioned her hips, lifting herself, the head of his penis at her entrance before she ground herself down. His cock slipped into her wet folds with ease as she impaled herself on him. He felt light headed with the sensation of it. She was half crying from pleasure as she twined her body around his, her hands in his hair, her lips upon his.

As long as we’re secret” She told him as they began to move, “No one can see us.”

He woke with a start, jerking awake. He felt a jet of liquid leave him and upon realizing what it was, he groaned, dismayed. He hadn’t had a wet dream since he was a teenager.

“What’s wrong?” Ingrid mumbled, her eyes still closed.

“Nothing babe, go back to sleep” He glanced at the clock and forced himself out of bed, moving towards the bathroom.

* * *

Dana opened the door, surprised.  “What are you doing here?”

Andrew was startled by her appearance. “Wow, you never told me.”

“What?” Dana frowned. “Told you what?”

“I didn’t know you wore glasses. You never told me that.”

“Oh. Well, I’m short sighted. I normally wear contacts so…” Dana shrugged.

“Oh. Okay. Well, they look good on you.” The square thin black frames suited her oval face, gave her an intellectual, trendy look.

“Thanks” Dana smiled.

“I sometimes wear glasses but I don’t really need them.  It’s just the look of it.”

“Right.”

“My eyes are great, vision wise.”

“I’m glad to hear it” Dana grinned, amused. “So, how come you’re here so early?”

“I thought I said eight.”

“I thought you meant eight pm, not am.”

“Oh, shit. Sorry. Do you want me to go?”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind but I should have checked with you. I’m all messy” Her hair usually glossy and straight fell in tangled waves around her face. She was dressed in an oversized, dark green woollen sweater that fell down just above her bare knees.

Andrew couldn’t help but wonder what she had on underneath. He had a slight erection just from the sight of her, and the feeling of guilt was still lodged in his gut.

She backed away and said, "Well, I guess you should come in."

He followed her inside, turning to the left and walking down the short hallway. Behind him, he could make out the kitchen.

They were in the living room and it was beautifully decorated. On the wall to his right was a single picture, a stark black and white line drawing which looked Japanese. There was a dining table on one side of the room, made with glass with an iron structure, alongside eight matching chairs. Across on the other side two low black leather sofas and a glass coffee table, a large TV and some expensive looking stereo equipment. The floor was varnished dark wood and there were some added Egyptian artifacts and paintings.  There were also glass sliding doors which lead out to a balcony. As stunning as it was, it also felt completely impersonal. The place was spotless. He did not see any slippers on the floor or newspapers, there were no cups stacked on the glass coffee table, no dying plants. He spotted a tall book shelf, filled with an assortment of titles and he wanted to go look but he held back. It was not why he was here.

“You have a great place. Do you own it?” Andrew couldn’t help but ask.

“My father owns it, I pay rent” Dana replied. "Still, it's ridicously cheap. I could never afford an apartment on Central Park West" She sat down on the sofa and Andrew sat across from her, sinking into the leather.

"That’s great. So um…how are you?” He asked, uncomfortable with the silence.

She looked at him, sensing his discomfort.  Andrew wondered whether she enjoyed the effect she was having on him.

"Fine" She said. Andrew waited a second for her to ask the same thing but when she remained silent, he continued on.

"Okay, that’s good. I’m glad” Andrew cleared his throat and started, "We need to talk."

She said in a flat voice, "You going to talk about what happened?"

"Yeah. Look, we need to get back, I think, to something that’s more like what we had before."

"You mean friends?"

“Exactly. I think we both need to make a promise that we’re going to control ourselves. Both of us. We should both promise to remain within our limits, how does that sound?”

"Sure, you’re right. I shouldn’t have come over for the shoot. I just wanted see you. I thought maybe... I don't know."

"I did it. You did nothing wrong. I feel that what I did was wrong."  He emphasized the 'I'.

They both paused, she looked over at him. He was surprised to see a wry grin just then, or at least that’s what he thought he saw, "Everything alright at home? With Ingrid I mean?"

"Yes."

“I don't want my issues to mess up ‘your’ life." She seemed amused. Andrew didn't like how she said ‘your’.  Dana had leaned forward, drawing her knees up to her chest. Andrew could see the back of her thighs and he promptly looked away.

“You aren’t messing up my life” He replied.

Abruptly she lowered and stood up. “In any case I don’t think we should see each other anymore.” 

"What? Why?”

"Let’s just say that we have a problem, leave it at that. You obviously felt guilt about what we did. I don't want to do...'this' anymore, whatever ‘this’ is. You are right. We need to move on."

He didn't like the insinuation that they were having a sexual relationship, that he felt guilt about it. The idea was overwhelming. Is that what this was?

"Anyway, Andrew” She took a deep breath and her tone softened a little. "First, I want to say I’m not angry at you. I let things happen, too. I admitted my feelings first, I get that you think I’m the one who opened Pandora’s Box. But what bothers me how you’ve turned this around on to me. As if it’s entirely my fault. As if your relationship is meant to be my responsibility.”

“That’s not what I meant at all” Andrew protested.

“No? After that night, I totally backed off. Everything from that point was in your court, not mine. I did whatever you wanted.  You ignore me for nearly over a month, which I accepted. You’re the one who invited me to help you out, quite rudely I might add, and then we kissed and you pushed me away like I was some sort of evil seductress.”

"You’re right. That was bad. That was wrong of me” He volunteered.

"Cut it out, will you. Talk about what you feel; not good and bad, right and wrong. Okay. I mean, Jesus, Andrew. You hurt me in a lot of different ways, not the least of which is here right now with you coming to my apartment, my home, and lecturing me and telling me about self-control and about how I need to make promises, when it was you who kissed me!”

"I -” Andrew was about to speak and she stopped him.

"You kissed me! You were feeling me up! You were the one who made the first move! I don't know what to be mad about first. The way you treated me before the shoot or the way you treated me after. The way you had me leave, I felt like a goddamn whore! And now I feel like after you found out all that stuff, you like took that information to totally take advantage of me. Knowing my weakness and how I felt about you-”

"That's not true” He interrupted, offended.

“It isn’t?” She challenged. “Because if there is one thing I have perfected around you, it’s self control. I know how to control myself. You’re the one who acts edgy, like I’m dangerous to be around.”

“I don’t think that at all. Look, I’m just trying to do the right thing here” Andrew stood up as well, ready to leave.

“The right thing would probably be for us not to see each other anymore” Dana said, sitting down opposite him. She shrugged, picking a thread from the sweatshirt she was wearing.

“And is that what you want?” He asked.

Andre saw a flicker of emotion in her face then. She looked down, avoiding his eyes.

“No” She replied.  Neither of them said the obvious. That this was about what they should do, not about what they wanted.

“Do you?” She asked, after a moment’s silence. “Not want to see me anymore, I mean?”

“Of course I want to. Why do you think I’m here?” He slumped back down onto the couch next to her, sighed loudly.

He looked so glum that Dana couldn’t help it. She began to laugh quietly, covering her mouth with her hand.

“What?” He looked at her sharply. “What’s so funny?”

“I-I” She began to giggle harder, unable to speak. “I’m sorry. It’s just…W-we’re fighting about…whether we should be friends.”

Andrew pressed his lips together, trying to keep a straight face. “And your point is?”

“I don’t know” She shook her head. “You don’t see the humor in this? No one argues about being friends, you either are or you aren’t and- and-” She started to giggle again, helpless.

Andrew could feel it begin to rise in him as well. “Stop it! You’re making me laugh now!”

Dana didn’t reply, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

They were convulsing and unable to speak. Both had been bitten by the same bug.

“Stop laughing” Andrew was chortling, his sides splitting. He reached over and tickled her ribs, “Cut it out!”

“Ah! Okay! Okay!” Dana sat up straight and wiped her eyes. “Ouch, damn. Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay” He sighed and leant back, staring at the ceiling. “What are we going to do?”

“Okay. Well, if it makes you feel better, I do understand what you’re saying” Dana said. “But I stick to what I said. Your relationship is your responsibility and I think you need to figure out what you want. I don’t want this back and forth thing going on. This is your call entirely; you have nothing to worry about on my end.”

“Really? And suppose I did decide to do this thing… this, uh….” Andrew hesitated, uncomfortable with the words, “Let’s say we did have an affair, what happens the day it’s ended?”

“I told you before, everything is up to you. I’m not the type to cry and act hysterical and blackmail you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I believe you.” And he did. He knew if there were to be problems; it would not come from her end.  But he felt frightened by what was happening. Frightened and exhilarated at the same time. He had not felt so alive in years.

“Good.  So friends?” She had her hand extended out, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Friends?” He confirmed, clasping her hand within his.

* * *

It reached breaking point.

Something was rising in the both of them that was becoming harder to control. It was desire; it was lust beyond anything either had ever felt. Andrew could not look at my Dana now without his heart pounding, without an adrenaline rush. They had promised themselves that they wouldn’t do anything, but it was getting harder to control the urges they felt when around each other; the charge they felt way their hands brushed together by accident, her blush when she met his eyes, how his breath changed when he saw her walking towards him. She had spoken the words and now he could not get them out of his mind.

He told himself over and over he enjoyed her company immensely and that in time their friendship could become purely platonic. He felt that if he told himself that over and over he would become firm in that belief. But he also felt awkward and guilty around her, as if they had slept together and not just talked about it. Her presence was now an unpleasant reminder of his misdirected desire, the shock of discovering that he was capable of that kind of betrayal. That he could love Ingrid, and still long for Dana, that those feelings didn’t cancel each other out the way they were supposed to.

The first time they completely lost control was so sudden there was nothing they could do. Looking back, Andrew realized how incredibly stupid it was and how lucky they had been not to have gotten caught.

They were both at another party. Dana was standing against the wall on the opposite end of the room –listening to her friend Yvette and a tall man next to her talk animatedly.  As if she felt someone watching then, she looked up in his direction and their eyes met. In that moment everything was communicated, it exploded. Andrew nodded to her and turned, heading outside to the garden.

Dana followed him out, turning around the corner and the moment they were out of sight, their bodies fell together. Andrew pulled Dana against him, crushing her against the wall with his body. They began kissing frantically, their mouths opening, tonguing and tasting. Andrew rubbed his hands softly down her back as they kissed, shoving his hands down the back of her panties, squeezing her ass. Dana began to grind her against him in response, opening her legs, the skirt of her dress bunching up around her waist. Andrew could feel himself become painfully hard at that point, it was taking everything in him not have sex with her right there.  Dana couldn’t help but moan in his mouth, she felt as if she would faint. She undid his pants, her hand diving in.   

Lifting her skirt he brought his hand around to the front of her, laid his palm right over her pussy and began rubbing her. As he did, Dana opened her mouth wide and kissed him with intensity that was surprising. Andrew could feel her press her herself right into his hand and open her legs wide, lifting up one leg, wrapping it around his waist. He was kissing her, as she held to him, the feel of her body undulating against his hand.

“Andrew” Dana gasped, pulling her mouth away.  “We have to stop, it’s… people… someone will see us…”

“But I want you” He said to her then, trying not to groan. He pressed his mouth against hers, as they rocked back and forth, matching each other’s touch.

 "I know, but I need you to stop. Ahhh. Not now. . . We shouldn't be doing, uh, oh god." All the while she continued to move against his hand. He was practically lifting her up against the wall

"It's all right," Andrew said, trying to reassure. Truth was, he was beyond all logic thought. Let them see, let them all see.

Feeling how slippery she had become down there, the fabric of her underwear wet, he moved it to the side and slipped his two fingers in her. He was touching her bare flesh and as she suddenly realized what he was doing she stiffened at his touch. It t had taken her awhile to completely realize Andrew’s hand was on her bare skin. He started stroking her softly, pressed his finger right over her clit. She moaning began to resist again.

"No. No. No.” 

Dana, whose hand had been wrapped around his penis, let go and moved away suddenly. Bending at the waist he watched her skirt fall around her legs. Her breathing was in gasps now.  Andrew still didn’t move his hand.

"No. We can't do this” She was trying to move away, pushing at his chest.

“Listen to me, Andrew! I need you to stop” She hissed the words at him urgently; she knew she could not under any circumstance raise her voice.

Letting out a cry of frustration, teeth gritted, Andrew pulled away. Slumped up against the wall next to her, he ran his other hand over his face, trying to catch his breath.

They were dazed once it was over, realizing what had just happened. They began to gather themselves, adjusting their clothing.

Andrew glanced around and then whispered, "Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?" He touched her lightly  on the side of her head, his fingers straightening her mussed up hair.

"No, I’m fine." Dana looked up at him. Her eyes were glassy, her cheeks glowing. She looked intoxicated. A small, dreamy smile pulled at the corners of her lips.

Andrew could hear voices in the distance. "Shit. We have to be more careful in the future."

Dana nodded, still leaning on him, his hand at the small of her back. The future. He was now talking about being more careful, not about having to stop. He was no longer saying they couldn’t. His words.

She stood there swaying, shocked at what had just happened.

“I’d better get back” She whispered to him. She made to leave but he blocked her path.

“When can I see you again?” He asked.

“I don’t think anytime soon, you’re probably going to hate me tomorrow” Dana said, moving away so she would walk around him.

He pulled her back against the wall, began to lift her skirt up.

“Andrew!” Dana scolded, trying to push his hands away. “Cut it out, you’re not thinking, you are going to - .”

“When can I see you?” He asked again, his voice a low murmur. With the same hand, he slipped a finger inside once more. He began to kiss the side of her face, moving down her neck, stubble grazing her skin.

“Monday” Dana gasped, “Come to my apartment Monday morning… oh, god, please, not here, please.”

He let her go, stepping back. Deliberately, so that she could see, he raised a shiny finger and placed it in his mouth.












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