Title: Bye, Curious
Author: bobwhite
Summary: Deedra learns to say goodbye to what every woman is curious
about once in a while--being with someone else.
Keywords: MF cheat mc

Bye, Curious
by Bobwhite

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Author's note: Anyone in a long term relationship will eventually
get curious. And curiosity killed the cat. So, dead cats not
withstanding, I submit this story for those of you--especially you
ladies (you'll know who you are by the end of the story)--who have
ever wondered just how curious you'd have to be before you crossed
the line. Enjoy!

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I'd been with Chris for two years when I first got curious.  I never
wanted to cheat on Chris and I certainly wasn't looking for love when
it happened, but I remember the day very well.  It was at the bank.

Chris and I had finally moved in together and had decided to get a
joint bank account, and since I was the only one off that day, we
decided that I would be the one to make the trip to the First
National Bank of Kasterton and set up the account.

When I finally made it to the bank, I was directed through a maze of
velvet rope barriers until I finally came to the "New Accounts"
window.  That's where I first met Jeffry Ginns--at least, that's
what the name plate at his window said.  Almost immediately, I was
attracted to him... and it was a most curious sensation.  I had not
been attracted to anyone since I'd been with Chris, who was a great
lover and had the kind of muscular arms (not too bulky but definitely
defined) I could rest in all day long.

"Can I help you, miss?" he said, probably wondering why I was just
staring at him.  After feeling a slight tingle sweep over my body for
a brief moment, I shook my head and regained my composure.  I think I
actually giggled a little!

"Um, yes.  My name is Deedra Schnitzler and I'm here to set up a
joint banking and savings account for myself and Chris Rhodd.  We
live together, and I have all the personal information you'll need."
I smiled politely and handed over the small pile of documents
including driver's licenses, social security cards, proof of
residence, and the like.  As I dropped them into his large, seemingly
strong hands, I found that my index finger lingered on his wrist as
his palm held up the papers and cards.  When he drew his hand away, I
actually felt a bit disappointed; his flesh was sooooo hot!

I immediately wondered what it would be like, to have this total
stranger from the bank take me.  I also wondered what Chris would say
if I ever let slip what I was thinking about right now. But I wasn't
having an easy time remembering my devotion to Chris at that moment--a
second wave of tingle hit my face, and gently rolled down my neck
and chest, and even though it continued down my body to my toes, it
lingered on my breasts and my crotch.  I was definitely getting warm
there, and my nipples began to hurt a little.  The last detail had
taken me by surprise; I couldn't even remember when my nipples
popped.  It must be the air conditioning.

"Just a few moment, ma'am.  Le me see if I can set this up for you
right here..." and he turned and began to shuffle through some
paperwork that was stacked on the rear counter, making a small pile
of it that I just knew I'd have to sign.  As a small bead of sweat
formed on my forehead, I took in the form of this man who was causing
me to have the most instant arousal I'd ever experienced.

His shoulders were broad, a little broader than Chris's were.  His
arms were just as muscular as the ones that wrapped me up at night--
thankfully this Jeffry guy had worn a short-sleeve shirt.  His hair
was a little longer than Chris's very short style was.  Jeffry's
(should I call him Jeff, I wondered) hair hung down just past the
collar on his shirt.  When he turned around with the information I'd
given him in one hand and a small stack of papers in the other, he
was wearing a smile that took me by surprise--I actually whispered
out an unintelligible moan!  This made his smile widen a bit more,
and that alone broke my trance.  Taking my hand off of my breast--and
lightly brushing my nipple along the way (I promised myself I'd
take care of my 'situation' when I got home), I waited while he got
nearer.

He seemed to be walking slowly, every step being so sexy that I was
having trouble concentrating on anything in the room around us.
Absently, my hand went back to my breast and pinched my nipple--I
just had to quiet my nips down of I'd embarrass myself!

"I'm sorry, Ms. Schnitzler, but..." he began.

"Call me Deedra," I corrected, flirtatiously.

That made him smile more, which made me clench my thighs together--
'damn, I'm getting hot down there,' I remember thinking.  I was
considering taking care of my arousal in the bathroom before I left--
something I'd never even thought about considering before! Shit, this
specimen of manhood was having an effect on me!  And, his smile
seemed to suggest that he knew it, too.

"OK.  I'm sorry, Deedra, but I don't have all the documents I need
here.  Could you come to my office," he suggested, pointing towards a
nondescript door, "so we can set this up?  I promise it'll only take
about 20 minutes or so."  That must have struck him as particularly
witty, because he chuckled to himself as he walked towards his
office.  And, even though I don't remember actually agreeing to go
with him, I followed.  The tug of my panties against my now very wet
snatch--damn, did I have to wear that thong today?--made it hard to
walk without a sexy sway in my hips.

But, I didn't care.  After all, I was about to spend 20 minutes in a
room alone with the most handsome man I'd ever seen.  And I was never
going to tell Chris how much I would enjoy the experience. Right
before I went in the office, I took a deep breath and hoped that my
shaking wasn't too apparent.  Looking at my blouse, I suddenly
realized that my shaking wouldn't be the thing he'd notice--the twin
tents sitting atop my full, c-cup breasts would probably steal the
show.  And again, I didn't seem to care.  'Chris would be sooooo
jealous!', I thought as I went inside.

I opened the door, and Jeffry was standing just inside the door.  He
motioned towards the chair in front of his desk (a rather nice desk
for a bank teller), and closed--and locked--the door.  As soon as I
heard the click, my arousal took a leap into the stratosphere.  I had
never cheated on anyone I'd been with before, and I never meant to
start cheating on Chris, but damn, I was just so curious as to what
it'd feel like to have this man--not Chris, but this man--take me.

Jeffry came over and stood behind my chair, touching my shoulders
with his hot, strong, and sexy hands.  I was melting in his palms,
and my head began to roll from side to side.

Losing track of where I was, and finally giving in to my body's
desires, I cupped and squeezed my tits--hard.  That always turned
Chris on, and I hoped Jeffry would react similarly.  I reached down
with one hand and gave my pussy a quick, firm rub through my slacks,
noticing how damp they felt and not even caring if the dampness was
showing through.  Moaning as I did so, I quickly withdrew my hand,
stood up, pushed aside the chair, and wrapped my arms around Jeff's
firm abdomen.  His arms--his powerful arms--brought me in for a
kiss.

And kiss me he did!  It was better than any kiss I had ever had with
anyone, even Chris, who was loads better than I knew anyone could
possibly be.  Jeff's tongue wrestled with mine, and massaged my will
into his own.  I was going to do anything to make sure I didn't
disappoint this man.  Pulling away slightly from the kiss, I dropped
to my knees and unbuckled his belt.  His pants came down next, and
his briefs were on the floor around his ankles in no time.

Now, I don't mean to brag, but I'm no slouch in the oral sex
department--I went down on Chris all the time, many times in this
very position, and I'd never gotten any complaints.  Looking at
Jeff's phallus, though, made me realize that if I thought I was horny
before, then I was in for a great treat today.  Because, when I saw
his manhood springing to attention, I wanted it more than I wanted
Chris... more than I wanted food... or water... or air.

Taking him into my mouth was easy enough--he was well-endowed but
definitely not so large that accommodating him in any of my openings
would be anything but pure pleasure.  When I had sucked him into me
about half way, the desire I had been feeling--already almost
artificially intense--grew tenfold.  Taking my hands off of his
prick, I hurriedly took off my blouse and bra--all the while sucking
on his dick.  He didn't seem to want too much of that action, though,
because he tapped me on the head--apparently, that was my signal to
stand up.

I finished disrobing as he did the same.  I sat on top of his desk
and spread my legs, and with my finger, beckoned him to me.  It was
his turn now, and he got on his knees and spread me open with his
fingers.  Just that touch was enough and I moved right to the verge
of orgasm--knowing somehow that I was supposed to do so, I kneaded
my tits and pinched my nipples to get the release I was now so near.
Unfortunately, the attention I gave to my tits combined with the
tongue-lashing my clit was getting was not only somehow getting me
hotter, but was not granting me even the slightest release.

After a few minutes, he stood up, and he was still hard.  I was
determined, now.  I would make him give me the orgasm that I somehow
knew would be the biggest I'd ever had.  I reached between my legs
and grabbed him by the dick.  He smugly let me use his "handle" to
drag him closer and closer to my sex.  When it was about to touch, I
knew I had to act.  This guy would not tease me for another second.

I lifted my hips and scooted forward--impaling my dripping vagina
with his rigid pole.

He wasted no time.  Pumping into me with a passion I'd never thought
a man could be capable of (even Chris's passion was nothing compared
to this), I started to slip back onto the assorted papers on his
desk.  But Jeff wasn't having any of that.  He reached down and
brought my back up to him, fucking me harder and harder by the
second.  His hands were wrapped around the back of my neck, putting
me in a position where not only was I forced to look into his
gorgeous face, but the friction of his cock on my throbbing clit was
increased to the point that I actually started to moan very loudly.

It probably sounded funny--my voice bumping a little with each
thrust, which were coming faster and faster.  Inside me, I felt his
head start to throb, and then grow hot--at the same time, a warmth
started to spread all over me, starting at my groin.  He was sweating
heavily now, and I was too; it wouldn't be long before I slid off the
desk.

I didn't have to worry, though.  Pulling me in close, and with a
mild growl, he came inside of me.  It felt like a stick of dynamite
packed with pure sexual gratification had just been detonated in my
pussy--the feeling enveloped my whole body and soul.  I started to
scream out with my long-delayed orgasm, arching my back and thrusting
my tits into his chest.  My head was tilted back as far as it would
go, and as I stared at the ceiling feeling the last ripples of
pleasure wash over me like boiling, white-hot lust, I passed out.

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I don't remember getting into his car.  But, I didn't worry about it
much afterwards.  Chris could never make me feel this... fulfilled.
This satisfied.  This anything.

"Won't Chris be upset?" I asked.  I was feeling a little guilty for
leaving the love of my life (or the person who was the love of my
life an hour ago) so suddenly.  But I had to be with Jeff.  There was
no other choice.  I was in love with him.  I felt like I could marry
him... but even that commitment didn't seem to be enough.  Jeff was my
raison d'etre.  I couldn't believe I'd lived a minute without him.

"I wouldn't worry about Chris.  I'll do the talking.  You just pack
as many of your things as you can, and come back to the car."  He
looked over at me briefly and patted my thigh with his hand. "Don't
worry about a thing, love."  When he said that, I somehow knew I
wouldn't worry about anything again.

We were only at my former home for about 10 minutes or so.  Chris's
initial shock at the news of my betrayal and departure was quickly
warmed over by the silken tongue of my new man.  Somehow, just by
saying a few words, he was able to make Chris realize that I wasn't
hers anymore.  I thought that she might show some level of emotional
detachment the news--I mean, she was never the type to cry in front
of me.  But she seemed genuinely happy for me, and that was most
unexpected--I mean, she wouldn't even date a girl if she knew the
girl had ever been with a man, even once!

As Jeff and I got back into his car, I reflected on my former
lovers.  I knew I was a lesbian when I was 13 years old, and I had
never so much as kissed a boy.  I had been with my share of women
over the years, but until that day, I had never even looked twice at
a man.

"Jeff?" I asked, idly playing with my nipple as we drove down the
road.

"Yes, Deedra?" he responded, amused that I was already fondling
myself again.

"Does this make me bi-curious?"

He laughed.  Luckily we were at a stoplight, because he really got a
good chuckle out of my question. "Bi-curious?  Oh God, no."  He
regained his composure and looked softly into my eyes, making my
heart melt and my will dissolve even more.  "I like my women
straight."

He kissed me on the mouth, but no tongue.  The light was green and
it was time to go to my new home.  I happily left my former life
behind me and said "bye" to curiosity.

That was 3 years ago.  I'm still with Jeff, and I've never been
happier.

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