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Stepping Over the Line
by Lord Malinov

~~~

I reached for the phone reluctantly.  The ring caught me mid-thought
but it was almost as if I knew it was coming.  I tried to control my
nervousness as I spoke my hello.

"Hey, buddy, can I meet you for lunch?"  Rob asked, his question 
sounding more like a demand than a request.  

"Sure," I answered, at once analyzing my friend's tone for hidden 
meanings.

"Riggo's at twelve?"

"Sure," I replied.

I hung up the phone slowly, my whole body shaken by the sudden 
reality of my situation.  The day before had begun so ordinarily, but 
somewhere in the middle of the afternoon, I had crossed a threshold.  
I didn't go see Julie deliberately.  I never planned even a word of 
our brief encounter.  It just happened. And now at twelve, I felt 
certain, more was going to happen.  What that more might be consumed 
my thoughts as the next three hours dragged by.

Rob and I had met for lunch at Riggo's at twelve regularly, twice a 
week more often than not over the last seven years.  There was 
nothing strange about the way he called, nothing unusual about the 
way he spoke.  I tried to tell myself as I sat staring out the window 
of my office into the grey winter morning that I had no reason to 
think Rob knew what I had done.  

He stood in front of the orange neon light that spelled Riggo.  Rob 
had gained size over the years, although he had always been a hulk of 
a man.  Lunch, for Rob, was a serious event.  Meals, I should say.  
Rob ate hungrily, although he never seemed to weigh more than a man 
of his build should.  I stepped up bravely.  Rob slapped a heavy arm 
around my shoulder.

"Dan," he said heartily.  "I'm glad to see you.  Today I feel great, 
and it's good to have a friend to share my joy with."  I greeted him 
with a smile and we stepped inside the cozy restaurant.  A young man 
showed us to our table and Rob spoke terse instructions for wine and 
bread as he unfolded a napkin expectantly onto his lap.

"I had a meeting this morning with the Commissioner.  Did I tell you 
he called and asked me to help him with his trade project?  I gave 
him the figures he needed and we discussed the contracts.  I think we 
might be able to wing another deal out of this."  The waiter brought 
a basket of warm bread and Rob had begun buttering a piece almost 
before the wicker hit the table.  The young man offered a perfunctory 
glance at the label and began to open the Chablis.  Rob nodded while 
he chewed a bite of bread.

"Porter has a new secretary.  Did I tell you?  Mmmm," said Rob.  I 
wondered if he meant the bread or the girl.

"No," I told him.

"Pretty girl.  Young.  Nice eyes.  I talked to her yesterday after 
lunch for a little while.  Really good butt."  Rob shoved the 
remainder of the bread in his hand into his mouth just as the waiter 
offered him a taste of the wine.  Rob hurriedly chewed the hunk of 
bread while nodding at the waiter.

Our lunchtime discussions usually revolved around tales of Rob's 
women, their appearance, his approach, their seduction, and his 
conquest.  Today, I was doubly glad to hear him start on plans to 
dine at another table.  The fact that Dan cheated on Julie so 
lavishly had started the whole mess.  Knowing his thoughts were 
occupied by some secretarial ass comforted my guilty mind.

"Excellent," Rob said, holding up the glass for a fill.  The waiter 
poured.  "Anyway," he said, "I'm going up to Boston next weekend and 
I've already got Porter's permission to 'borrow' some help.  I'm 
looking forward to this one.  Good tits."

Rob looked forward to them all.  He devoured women with the same 
relish he had for buttered bread.  My thoughts drifted back to 
yesterday.

I had dropped by the mall on my way back from a meeting with a client 
because I needed some socks.  It was one of those things where the 
whole universe seems to conspire;  Driving down the freeway, I 
reached down to pull up my sock and with the first tug, the nylon 
tore.  Even before I had finished cursing the fabric, I realized I 
was approaching the exit for the Oak Forest Mall.  I laughed as I 
recognized the good fortune of proper timing and pulled off the 
highway and into the parking lot of one of the large anchor stores.

Five minutes later I had paid for a bundle of socks and sat down in 
one of the chairs of the shoe department to change my worn socks for 
a new pair.  As I wiggled my toes, I looked up and saw an attractive 
blonde woman looking over a pair of cream pumps.

"Julie," I said at once.  Her blue eyes rose and discovered me.

"Dan," she said sweetly, "what a surprise."

I told her about my socks and she told me about her shoes and we 
walked along until the aroma of brewed coffee inspired me to ask her 
to join me in a cup.

"Sure," said Julie.  "I've been on my feet too long."

I don't know if I would have said so yesterday, but the truth is
that I have had a serious crush on Julie for a long time.  There is
something about her that just melts my heart.  We sat talking over
coffee, about I don't know what, and as we laughed and remembered
and speculated, despite years of devoted friendship with Rob, I
found myself horribly in love with his wife. 

So I was sitting in this coffee shop, staring into Julie's placid
blue eyes, trying to imagine some way to make her understand my
feeling of affection, trying to elicit some small hint of
encouragement from her, when Julie began to speak endearingly about
Rob.  A black shadow stole over my soul as she told me what a
wonderful husband and father he was, and I felt cursed with envy and
hate.

"He was in a meeting with Allen until after eleven last night," she 
said.  Something evil possessed me.

"But Allen's in Prague."  The color left Julie's face.  I tried to 
rope her heart with an endearing gaze, but a frown stole over her 
lips and she shuddered slightly as she gulped down the last sip of 
coffee.  She looked at her gold watch.

"Anyway, Dan, it's been good seeing you."  Julie stood up and held 
out a hand.  I took her fingers warmly, and she reached for her 
packages and almost ran away.  

"Good," bellowed Rob as the waiter brought large plates of spaghetti 
to our table.  "I'm starved," he said, almost drooling with 
excitement.  He plunged his fork into the steaming pasta before the 
waiter's fingers had released the plate.

I took a bite of food.  Dan nodded happily and beamed, a red stain of 
sauce already coloring his lips.

"Just incredible," he said.  "Speaking of which, I have got to tell 
you about last night.  In all my years of marriage, I have never had 
such a night."

I choked on my food and grabbed for the wine, washing down my sudden 
stroke of nerves with long gulps of the Chablis.  Dan looked 
concerned, and took another mouthful when I nodded my improved 
condition.  My heart raced.

"I came home about seven-thirty last night.  I had a meeting with 
Rogers that wouldn't end.  I was starved.  I thought I'd be getting a 
casserole and a sandwich, but I opened the door and wham!  Veal 
Parmesan."  Rob let the words roll deliciously off his tongue and 
took another mouthful of spaghetti.  

"Mmm," he continued before swallowing.  "The whole table was covered 
with dishes, artichoke hearts and clams and potatoes and a big loaf 
of fresh bread.  I could not believe it.  I sat down at the table 
without even taking off my coat."

"Jules walks in from the kitchen, and then I got suspicious."

"Why?" I asked, gently touching my lips with my napkin.

"I figured her mother was coming.  What else would make her get all 
dolled up and fix me a feast on a Wednesday night?  She has to be 
buttering me up for something.  Anyway, she's sly.  She just told me 
she loved me and begged me to eat up."

"Probably her mother," I said.

"Yeah, that's what I figure.  But with a plate of hot veal in front 
of me, I wasn't looking in a gift horse's mouth.  It was incredible, 
you know the way it just melts in your mouth, but you know what was 
even more unbelievable?"

"No," I said, taking a piece of bread.

"I have this mouth-watering feast set out in front of me, and after a 
few bites, I'm staring at my wife's tits.  She had on this silky blue 
shirt that hung down low, and she leaned forward with her elbows on 
the table and my eyes just fixed, right there.  Who'd have believed 
it?"

"Not me."  Rob laughed hard.

"Never in a million years.  After dinner, she tells me to go into the 
den and relax while she cleans up.  She's a peach.  So I go sit down 
in my chair, kick up my feet and Julie brings me a cigar.  Julie.  
How many times has she wrinkled her nose like I was a disgusting pig 
because I lit a cigar?  She snaps the lighter and lets me puff.  I 
figured I was in heaven, and picked up the remote to see if I can 
find a game.  She took the remote out of my hand.  I think, here it 
comes, thinking now is when she tells me about her Mom, but you know 
what Jules said?"

"No."

"'Let me entertain you,' she said.  She slinks over to the stereo, 
wiggling her hips, and turns on some of that new dance music.  I take 
a deep whiff of my stogie and figure, what the hell.  Then Julie 
starts to dance."  Rob smiled devilishly, and downed a glass of wine.

"You remember Angie, a girl I was messing with a few months ago?  The 
nasty one?  Always wanted me to finish by coming in her face?"

"Okay," I said.

"Last night, Julie could have taught her a few things.  I was almost 
embarrassed watching her.  She started out dancing and that was all 
right, but then she starts stripping off her clothes.  I tell you 
what, I'd almost forgotten what an excellent body Jules has.  She was 
just wicked, bouncing her big titties in my face, squeezing them in 
her hands.  Julie's nips become tight little nubs when she gets 
horny, and she'll squeal when I bite on them.  She loves to have her 
tits sucked."

Rob piled spaghetti on a folded piece of bread and shoved the mass 
into his mouth, mumbling his appreciation.  I looked into my plate, 
flushed.

"So I'm sitting back, enjoying my private show, and Jules pushes her 
skirt down and I start thinking if she's going to act this way, her 
mother should visit more often.  Then Jules bends over to push down 
her black panties, and I'm looking up her ass and then the lips of 
her cunt with a little tuft of golden hair curled underneath and 
Jules starts bending at the knees, you know, spreading her pussy open 
while she's diddling her clit.  She has beautiful full lips that just 
unfold when she gets excited."

"Wow," I said, nervously looking at my watch.

"I know," said Rob, mopping up his plate with a piece of bread.  
"Then she starts begging me to fuck her, which I did, and the whole 
time she's telling me how much she loves my dick and how she'll do 
anything for me, and how crazy I'm making her and I start imagining 
new things to try and she's fucking ready to do anything I say.  I 
fucked her tits, fucked her mouth and then," Rob paused, and 
whispered, "I even fucked her ass.  She's never let me do that 
before.  I tell you, Dan, it was fantastic."

"Uh huh."  I picked up my coat as the waiter put the bill on the 
table.  Rob reached for it.

"No, this is on me.  Good fortune needs to be shared.  I don't know 
what got into Julie, but I hope she gets into that mood again.  I 
could stay married with a wife like that."

I left Rob in a daze, my heart aching, bruised and torn.  Some days 
you can't win for losing.  Some lines just shouldn't be crossed.

~~~

Malinov

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