Deceptions...

Aimee couldn't seem to sit still in the coffee shop constantly tapping her fingers on their vinyl top table. She was nervous as hell and whenever she was nervous she would tap or chew on her fingernails. She looked at her watch for about the 8th time since she arrived. When she saw the time she bit her tongue, and grabbed her glass for a sip of some water. The bland taste couldn't quench her nerves, at this rate nothing else could. She was waiting on someone and her appointment was 30 minutes late.

Where was he, she growled?

No sooner had she said this, a tall young man with spiky dark hair, rough stubby beard and casual jean clothing walked in through the swing doors of the coffee shop, smiling and greeting everyone as he sauntered into the cafe towards her. His eyes did a rough search for Aimee before he found her seated at the corner booth, her eyes fixed on his footsteps as he approached.

“Hello,” he said with a smile. He sat down on the seat opposite Aimee and placed his hands conspicuously on the table. “I’m sorry I’m late. Traffic coming up here was...phew...awful to say the least, and you know I stay at the other end of town so it was pretty bad for me getting here,” he apologized profusely.

She murmured something in acceptance of his apology. “How are you?” Aimee asked, “I’m glad you could come on such short notice. Keanu is it, forgive me I’m not so good with names?” Aimee pretended like she couldn’t remember his name.

He felt a tinge of embarrassment waver through him. How could she not remember his name? “That’s okay, A-i-m-e-e?” Keanu recited Aimee’s name in indication that he hadn’t forgotten hers. “I’m glad you called,” he said and gave Aimee a strong look with his mysterious brown eyes that denoted there was no need for the pretense.

That look rang a bell to Aimee. 3 nights ago that look had ignited a spark, which was what got her in the most uncompromising position she had ever been in her whole adult life.

After an uncomfortable silence between them, Aimee took a suspicious look around the shop, glancing over her shoulder and forwards at the middle-aged lady at the counter who had been staring her way all afternoon, when she saw no one was looking at them, she moved closer in her seat as if to whisper in his ears. But she couldn’t say anything; her mouth fell open and the words dropped like air.

“Did you get home okay that night?” Keanu asked to break the silence.

“Yeah, I did. I slept the whole day. I was so tired. What about you?” Aimee asked Keanu, fidgeting with her auburn hair, curling its ends around her fingers. She had lazily put it up in a ponytail but with constant fidgeting so much of it had fallen to her face.

“Some of my friends came over the next day so you know…we talked and hung around the house and stuff,” Keanu explained. His mouth suddenly felt dry and parched form the rush to get here and maybe the nearness to Aimee. She still looked stunning, you would think her beauty would dim a little in this dingy café and with the sweltering Californian heat but it didn’t. “Would you like something to eat or…” He indicated her empty place set, which held a sweating glass of water. He was always the polite one whenever it came to ladies. He knew when to bow, stand up, excuse himself, and offer a friendly smile, he was taught to act that way.

“No...no, I’m fine. I’m okay.” Aimee said shy, avoiding his gaze. His eyes seemed to be digging a big hole into her chest.

After another uncomfortable silence between them, this time around Aimee spoke. “Em…I’m gonna level with you. I have a vague recollection of what happened between us at Gary’s party. I know I woke up with your number in my purse and…” Aimee looked around the room, before she moved closer. “And I remember having the most incredible sex in my life.” Her voice lowered as she finished her statement.

She bent down her head in shame and started to admire her nails, there was nothing to admire they still looked as stodgy as ever with faint traces of her french manicure still left in them. She was glad they had survived the night too. However, this was another faint effort to avoid what would emanate from those eyes, especially after she had made such an open admission. She waited for a few minutes but he still didn’t speak. He scratched at his chin, nonchalantly. Aimee was getting impatient. “Don’t you have anything to say? I just spilt my guts to you right now.” She laughed in embarrassment, still fiddling with her hair, this time pushing it away from her face.
 
“Well,” he began in his deep-throated husky tone, “if it’s any consolation. It was the same for me. But isn't that the way it’s supposed to be for two people, I guess?” Keanu finalized, speaking matter-of-factly.

For him when he liked someone he gave lovemaking his all. He didn’t know it could be any other way. And with Aimee he had done just the same, but this time it felt different because the chemistry was just right between them. He had felt his body react towards hers, and emotions flew off the roof when they made love countless times, so it did feel different but not an abnormality. “I understand…but we couldn’t help it? We were attracted to each other, I was attracted to you,” Keanu explained, lowering his voice when he pitched in the last sentence. “What is so wrong with that? I saw something I liked so…” He fluttered his eyelids at Aimee like a shy high school boy in front of his attractive schoolteacher, letting her come to her own conclusion.

Aimee cleared her throat, and did the suspicious glance again. “It’s not that easy. Flirting with strange men at parties doesn’t come so easily with me. I look down on people that do such things. Maybe cos’ it was New Years’ Eve with the countdown and the champagne: I must have been drunk,” Aimee excused.

“You didn’t feel that way to me,” he resolved emphatically. A woman in lust was what she felt like to every nerve in his body even to his neighbors whom might have heard her scream of ecstasy.  “If you were drunk, then how come you remember how good it felt?” Keanu remarked, licking his lips in remembrance.
Aimee shut her eyes at his gesture, those lips had traced every curvature on her body, every limp node and every corner and crevice. He had full streamlined lips that curved at the edges, and whenever he licked them they would surge at you and reflect like a lollipop waiting to be sucked. And as she shut her eyes, the events of that evening passed through her minds’ eye.

***Flashback***********************************************

The party was raving long before midnight. Aimee arrived at a little after 10, dressed as sensual and party hungry as possible. As she arrived, she said a quick hello to Gary, the host just before mingling with the rest of his high powered fashion team. An hour later, she was bored with the same old faces, drunken and swearing all over the place and then suddenly, out of nowhere some new blood walked in.

Keanu walked in with 3 other guys to Gary’s party. They had been jamming at another party before then so they were already high and elated with the party atmosphere.

As soon as he walked in, his eyes fell on Aimee and she couldn’t help staring at him from across the room. He had the most enthralling eyes she had ever seen on a young man and from across the room even with the light turned down low, it glittered and beckoned to Aimee. She ignored him, flirting with her gestures at him and waited until he walked up to meet her at the bar.

“Hi, you look so bored?” He asked.

“I do?” Aimee astonished, opening up her green star-lit eyes. “I’m having fun, really?” She cheered, pointing to her glass of champagne.

“Sure about that?” He pressed for confirmation and Aimee nodded with an excited look plastered on her face in reassurance. "Okay then, I'm Keanu." He stuck out his hand for a handshake.

“I’m Aimee. Gary is my personal stylist,” she added, shaking his hands firmly; they were soft, plaint and gentle, like hands that could build a bridge and calm a storm at the same time.

“He’s mine as well. I’m surprised we’ve never met,” he stared closer at her face hoping that it would occur to him if he had seen her before. He looked down at her glass and it was half empty. “Would you like a drink?”

“No thanks, I have one already,” she tipped her glass at him, reaching up her hands to meet the eye level of his tall 6 foot frame. “I’m sorta saving the rest of my drinking until after the countdown…if I’m still here,” she said under her breath rolling her eyes.

“So you're leaving. I wouldn’t blame you though. I’m leaving too. Can you believe I’m having a personal party downtown and I left it to come down here?” Keanu commented.

“Why?”

“Gary begged me to and I couldn’t do him wrong now, could I? He dresses me, it’s too big a risk to get him angry.”

“Hmmm, that’s nice of you. I had imagined this place would be full of Gary’s gay friends.” She scrutinized Keanu’s face, hoping he was not by any chance one of them; it would break her heart if this statuesque hunk were gay.

“Who says it isn’t? “ Keanu chipped in, not taking his eyes away from Aimee’s lips as she spoke. She had tiny pouted lips garnished with blazing red lipstick that emphasized its peculiar shape.

“So,” she turned to Keanu, “what do you want to do to alleviate my boredom? Do you have any ideas up your sleeve?” Aimee asked Keanu mischievously.

“Ha…you confess to being bored.”

“What can I say, every man in here is gay or something weirdly alternative…” Aimee dismissed. Her gut feeling had led her to believe he was not indeed gay, so what the heck she might as well flirt with him.

“Not every man,” Keanu confirmed.

She did a confirmation dance under her breath. I knew it. “Besides, I’m not really into the party scene. It’s kinda boring after you’ve done everything.” She pretended, feigning non-interest in the rest of the cheerful people at the party.

“Not everything. Believe me not everything.” He smiled to Aimee revealing perfect teeth. “Comon, let’s go say hi to my party maybe we can do the countdown over there.” He grabbed Aimee’s hands, before she could mutter a word of objection.

“Hmm, I don’t know about this,” Aimee hesitated, grabbing her purse quickly as he dragged her along. His grip was firm and manly, with a defined grim look on his face.

“Look, you said you wanted to have fun so leave it to me. Live a little lady, it’s gonna be 2004 soon.” They were half way out the door by now. Grabbing their coats from the closet, he placed hers on her body and led her outside to the cold, gallant midnight celebrations to usher in the New Year.

Aimee left her car in Gary’s premises and went in Keanu’s limousine to his party downtown. With the fireworks and cheerful screams from partygoers echoing in the midnight, Aimee sat with him inside the calm comforts of his limousine, escaping all the chaos and jubilee the town had to offer, and that was when everything had happened.

After the countdown at his party, she went to pick up her coat and then he had asked to drive her to her car in Gary’s apartment across town. In the limousine, they started to make out and before she knew it they were driving to his apartment not too far away from there, and it was in it that they had had the most extraordinary sex of their lives.

The next morning she woke up at the crack of dawn, ashamed and disheveled, she took a cab back to her car which was still parked in front of Gary's house and drove straight home in it avoiding any contact with anyone on her way. She hadn’t heard from him since then until 4 days later when the events of that evening haunted her so badly that she HAD to see him again.

****End of Flashback*************************************

“What do you remember about that evening?” Keanu implored.
“I don’t know bits and pieces…” Aimee tried to play the evening in her head until it came to her in bits.

“I remember you asking me to dance after the countdown, and we danced to a beautiful song,” Aimee began, squinting her eyes at him as the events replayed in her little mind.

“It was bump and grind by R. Kelly,” Keanu finished.

“Well, it was a beautiful song. I remember feeling tingly when I danced, feeling high and aroused by you, by your warm breath against my face.” Keanu smirked. “I don’t know what it was, then in the car you kissed me… and tasting you. When our tongues collided, it was sweet and blissful and so tender like melting butter in my mouth. Kissing never really felt that good. Then you asked me to come home with you. I couldn’t resist,” Aimee spoke softly, running her fingers on her lips as she spoke as if she could still taste him on her mouth.

Keanu was staring into Aimee’s eyes while she tried her best to turn away from him. Recalling the events of that fateful night made her embarrassed, and her cheeks flushed a bright red pink just by the faint mention of it but her eyes sparked with the same glow they had held that night when she came in his arms.

“What else do you remember, do you remember me…undressing you?” he questioned, softly.

“Yeah… I can’t forget that.” She laughed slightly in embarrassment. “And then you let me watch you get undressed, watched you harden just by staring at me. And then you put whip cream on my body…I didn’t think I could feel that hot inside whilst feeling cold and chilly goose bumps on the outside. The chills it sent to my body sort of heated up my insides that I was steaming. You ran it all over me delicately with your finger tips and then licked it off just as gently and slowly as you had put it on, from my lips, my cleavage, my breasts, my navel, my thighs, my… I remember not being able to breath, I was so hot, I was gasping for air continuously as you did that. It was so intense and consuming.” Aimee was breathing heavily now, like she was short of breath, and running her fingers along the lines of her neck and slowly down to her cleavage, teasing her skin with her fingertips. “Then, when you gently slid inside me, it was hard, hard as a brick, it made me tingle inside. I could feel my body adjust just to fit you, to let you in, to make room for you…as I let out a whimper that was hard to conceal. I thought I would explode, but you made it thrust slowly not to hurt me but hitting my insides, my every spot was on fire and you didn’t stop. When I was about to climax, you slowed it down so that we could start over. Then I turned over to my back and let you work me from behind…you went down to my thighs, cupping my breasts and… then my body couldn’t stop convulsing, it just couldn’t, I wanted to taste your every inside, feel you in me, reach my tongue for the very inch of you that hurt, and when I wanted to, you stopped me, I could feel my heart pound from every thrust, every swift of your tongue, every sensational… ” Aimee held her breath for so long and then she stopped abruptly. “I can’t do this.” She ran her hands over her hair, burying her head in them.

“Why?” He asked, shutting his eyes. The narration had gotten him slightly aroused. Recollecting the pleasures they put their bodies through together, it’s a surprise she could walk out of that apartment on her own or even walk out at all.

“I don’t know I just can’t. What was I thinking?” She snapped out from her once amorous mood.

“It felt good right?” he asked, and Aimee nodded hesitantly. “Then that's all that matters, right? What are you so afraid of?” He brought out his hand and caressed Aimee’s shaking ones.

“I’m not afraid. Who said I’m afraid?” She started to fiddle with her hair again breaking loose of his grip on her hands.

“Are you afraid to feel, to want, to enjoy sex with a total stranger…what?” Keanu peered into Aimee’s eyes for an answer.

“No.”

“Are you afraid that you wouldn’t see me again? I’m here, aren’t I?”

“No. No. NO. That’s the least of it.”

“Then what?” Keanu pleaded.

“Stop asking me this?” Aimee shook her head profusely.

“What? What am I asking you? You like me I like you, what’s so wrong with that?” Keanu persisted, his voice getting sterner.

“No, no, no. It’s not that simple,” Aimee insisted.

“Than what is it for God’s sake,” Keanu asked, emphatically.

“Because I’m MARRIED. I’m a married woman. And married women are not supposed to cheat, not with a total stranger they are not,” Aimee said embarrassed. Tears started to well up in her eyes as the words fell into the already tense atmosphere like drops of snow.

His heart dropped into his stomach. He had spent an amorous fulfilling night of heated passion and engulfing sex with a married woman. How could he? How didn’t he know, he always knew, so why didn’t he know this time. Where were all the signs that he looked out for? The ring, the smug smile, the overly cautious demeanor of the married, where were all these things? He felt flushed with embarrassment at making this poor woman break her vows of marriage because it was something that was totally beneath him. “I...I...I’m so sorry. I didn’t, I mean I had no idea. Keanu was in horror and amazement. He put his hands to his face to hide his horror at Aimee’s confession. You didn’t have a ring on so I thought…”

“It was stolen at the Xmas eve parade. He doesn’t even know yet,” Aimee said wiping away the tears from her face. “Hey it’s okay it’s not your fault, I should have told you or stopped you at some point but I didn’t.”

Keanu nodded in confirmation, his grim face lost all color as he thought. Indeed it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault that the one woman he had actually thought about having a serious relationship with was married to another. He still couldn’t believe it. Pinching himself he realized it wasn’t a dream. And there he was rejoicing that she had called him again after that night. He had thought he wouldn’t see her again, so when she called, a victory dance had been done inside him.  

“Can I ask where he was on New Years Eve?” Keanu obliged, inflecting his tone to that of a gentler concerned friend.

Aimee bent her face down as she made to answer, “He...em...we got into a fight. He wanted me to come home with him to his parent’s place and I wanted us to spend it alone, romantically. He was upset so he left on his own. Do you mind if we don’t talk about this?” Aimee urged. She was still shaking. Her hands were numb and her lips quivered with each word.

Keanu held her hands to stop them from shaking, rubbing them to incite some heat into the cold, nimble things. “I’m sorry. But married or not, no man should leave his lady alone on New Years Eve. Nobody,” he resolved. Aimee gave him a shy nod of approval. He heaved a sigh of relief that he had said what he always wanted to. “So…why did you call me? I had wanted to call you but you never gave me your number, you took mine instead. I don’t understand?”

“I was curious. At first I thought I dreamt it and then when I saw your number in my purse I knew it might have been real. I don’t know…I just wanted to know why it was you. Why did I have to feel so good with you, why not with…” Aimee trailed off, “Why not with him,” she finished almost in a whisper. “You know what’s so funny about it I had a feeling when you walked in that something was gonna happen between us. Your face, your eyes called me to you, and it made me instantly attracted to you. Maybe that’s why I didn’t want to tell you the truth.”

“I was so attracted to you too. I still am.” He started to rub Aimee’s hands fondly on the table. “You see I can understand if you don’t want to see me again,” Keanu apologized.

“No, I want to. Something inside me wants to. But I can’t”. Aimee shut her eyes. “I know I can’t.”

He held her hands and kissed each finger gently. He wished inside him it was still a dream, that he could turn back time to that night and make it not happen. To him the pain of letting her go felt worse than not having her at all. “Well, it was a special night for me and if you ever get tired of being with him, give me a call. Don’t even hesitate.” Keanu winked at Aimee. He knew it was a wicked, sinister thing to steal another man’s woman, but this is one woman he would live with that crime for.

They nodded at each other and he forced a smile.
“Would you do me a favor,” Keanu asked. “Promise me that you would never tell him about us,” he suggested. The last thing he wanted was some angry husband knocking on his door thinking he was in cohorts with his wife intentionally.

“Sure, I can do that. No problem.” Aimee nodded, scrutinizing his eyes for certainty. The dead on look in them showed that he was serious about wanting to treasure the moment between them.

He shuddered as he took one last longing look into her captive green eyes. So this woman is not going to be mine? The cold hard truth in that suddenly made him wilt away inside. “Now, I need a cup of coffee, and you?” Keanu heaved a sigh of relief like some load had been taken away from his chest. He tousled his hair with his hands to instill some heat into them. Her painful confession had numbed every part of him up to his scalp. She agreed to some coffee so he ordered 2 cups and they sat down and had coffee like 2 people who had never shared anything so wonderful, blissful, and enchanting, talking like 2 co-workers, like 2 normal people.

They never brought up the topic again.

*************************************************************
“Hi, honey,” Kevin said as he kissed his wife at the airport when she picked him up. “How was the holidays for you?”

“It was okay. You weren’t here, but it was a bit fun. How was the meeting?” Aimee embraced her husband, Kevin, a tall accountant with brown hair, blue eyes, a slithery frame and a lovely tan.

“Aargh, a total bore. Whoever told these big bosses that you could have an end of year meeting on New Years Eve was trying to be some kind of killjoy. Sorry I had to be away from you. But you could have flown out there with me,” Kevin apologized briefly, kissing Aimee again, ravishing her lips to his without a care as to who might have been watching.

“Honey, you know I’m afraid to fly. It gives me the creeps. I did okay, though. But I missed you.” She touched his face and reached down to pinch his bottom, causing a bigger spectacle than they’re overly chummy advances already were.

Kevin took her hands away from his bottom and immediately he touched it he noticed that her wedding band was absent from her middle finger. “Hey, what happened to your ring?”

“Oh...sorry. It’s in my pocket. I took it off to do the laundry and I must have forgotten.” Aimee pulled it out from inside the purse that was tucked in her jacket pocket. She made him watch as she put it back on firmly.

It was never missing as she had earlier told Keanu she only took it off to attend Gary’s party. She knew that Keanu was going to be there and it was part of her plan to gauge him and embark on some indiscretions of her own. After all her husband was away supposedly at a meeting, which she knew was not arranged for that day as he had lied to her. Word had gone round that he intended on spending New Years with his lover secretary in Cancun, so this was her opportunity to pay him back with some infidelities of her own. She only felt remorseful when she realized that Keanu might have felt more for her than she wanted him to. She felt worse when the night turned out to be the best, earth shattering sex of a lifetime. She wished it wouldn’t end, that she could keep Keanu as a playmate. And he was sexy, a very satisfying amazing lover. Sex that good was too hard to forget on a whim, by anyone so she just had to see him again to tell him and congratulate him for making her one night of freedom well worth it. Who knows she might call on him again, the next time Kevin goes away. I just might.

“So what were you up to? Did you end up going for Gary’s party?” Kevin asked innocently.

“Nope...New Years Eve party’s are soo tired. I stayed home, called my mum at midnight, you know the usual,” Aimee said, casually rolling her eyes in slight emphasis.

“I can imagine, without me. How boring could that be? Well, I'm here hon, ready to make your life as fun as possible,” Kevin reassured.

They continued to talk as they walked to the car at the airport parking lot just before they drove home together.

THE END.