Years ago, before I was married, my company moved me from New York to Miami. I got an apartment in an upscale complex on Biscayne Bay that catered to singles. My roommate was a local man, Bob, who wanted to live in the complex and needed someone to share the rent.
We had a two-bedroom unit down the hall from one where his best friend, Dennis, a lawyer who lived with his girlfriend, Nicole, a Ph.D student at the university. From time to time, Dennis and Nicole would invite us to their apartment for dinner.
Some time after I moved in with Bob, I was home one afternoon before going onto the nightshift. I was by the pool, getting some sun and watching the scene. Nicole walked through the pool area, came up to me, and offered me a beer if I came by Dennisâ apartment later.
After cleaning up, I knocked on the door of Dennisâ apartment. Nicole answered the door, and invited me in. She had changed into short-shorts and a t-shirt and was bare-footed. No one else was there. She got me a beer, and we sat down on the couch in their living room, with its breathtaking view of the bay. She curled her legs up underneath her, the way women do, and leaned toward me as we talked.
The sunlight flooded in through the windows that looked out on Biscayne Bay. I could feel the electricity between us. I donât remember how we ended up in each otherâs arms and kissing, our tongues exploring each otherâs mouths, but it didnât take long.
Nicole was a small woman, tiny really. She was only 5 feet tall, if that. She had light brown hair that was cut in a long bob with bangs on her forehead, and she always wore glasses. She had a small frame, and was thin and flat chested. Her breasts were almost like a little girlâs, which only made her more erotic to me.
I took off her glasses. I could see wonder, fear, and lust in her eyesâwonder that I would want her, fear that we would be found out by Dennis, and lust because she wanted me, or perhaps it was that she wanted me to want her.Â
I wasnât sure why she wanted me, but I was hard.
I suggested that we go to the bedroom, but she didnât want to. So I got her shorts and t-shirt off and took her on the couch in Dennisâ living room. When we were in danger of falling off the couch because of our physical exertions, I pulled her onto the carpet and fucked her on the floor. She gave herself to me completely. After we were done, she had rug burn on her back.
I was not sure then, and am not sure now, what she saw in me. Dennis was an aspiring lawyer with an office on Biscayne Boulevard. He dressed in coat-and-tie every day for work and drove a nice car. He was rather bland, as lawyers are, but he clearly had a more promising future that I did. I had hair down to my shoulders and a full beard. I wore jeans to work at my job on the nightshift. No telling where I was going.
As much as I enjoyed fucking Nicole that afternoon, I enjoyed it even more the next time. A week later, I was home one afternoon before going to the office for the night shift. The doorbell rang. It was Nicole.
âI just put something in the pressure cooker,â she said, âand I have some time before dinner is done and Dennis gets home.â I was clad only in a swimsuit and t-shirt, but I invited her in, closed the door, and led her to the living room. We sat on the couch and chatted briefly before I reached for her. We both knew why she had come to my apartment.
Finally she said: âNot here. Take me to bed.â
So I took her hand and led her to my sparsely furnished bedroom. She came willingly. I pulled her to me, removed her glasses, and put them on my dresser. She had that same look of wonder, fear, and lust that had aroused me the week before. Outside we could hear the sounds of people playing games in the pool.
Nicole stood on her toes as I bent down to kiss her.
I undressed her and used my mouth on her neck, ears, armpits, and tiny breasts before laying her down on my bed. I got onto my knees and devoured her pussy. She was soaking wet. She moaned as I prepared her with my teeth and tongue. She kept her hands on my head to let me know the rhythm that she wanted.
Then I stood up and looked down at her. Her chest was flushed in arousal. I knew that without her glasses, I must be only a blur to her, and that excited me even more. I pulled off my t-shirt and swimsuit and mounted her. She pulled me to her eagerly, letting out a moan as I entered her.
âFuck me, David,â she said. âFuck me good.â
I do not have a big cock, but Nicole was so tiny that I could feel myself banging against her cervix, and she groaned and gasped whenever I did.
We spent the afternoon in bed. I got on top and fucked her, then rolled over and pulled her on top of me. She rode my cock up and down, my hands on her hips to guide her. Occasionally a gasp escaped her lips. Then I put my hands under her arms and lifted her up and onto the bed. I reached for the pillows and put them together to make a cushion for her.
âGet on her hands and knees,â I said. âGrab hold of the headboard.â
She hesitated but did as I told her. Â As she laid her head on the pillow and held onto the headboard, I grabbed her hips firmly then pushed into her with full force. She screamed. Holding her firmly as she held onto the bed, I pounded her over and over until we both came. Our juices were running down her legs.
I donât remember feeling guilty about fucking Nicole. No, I remember a feeling of power and pride. I had taken another manâs woman, claimed her for my own, and I had enjoyed every moment of it. I had never known such a feeling.
It wasnât just that I fucked her, but that she wanted me enough to come back for more. She lived with Dennis, but whatever she got from himâlove, sex, security, status, or something elseâat that moment I was the one she wanted to fuck. And I was glad to fuck her, because she was good in bed, and there was no question of love or commitment. It was just raw, animal sex.
I had no sympathy for Dennis. Whatever respect I had for him vanished when I took his woman. She was bright, funny, a good conversationalist, physically attractive, and she loved sex. If he couldnât satisfy her, then why should I care about him? I wanted her so I took her.
Not long after Nicole and I spent that afternoon in my bed, Bob told me that Dennis knew about our affair. I donât know how the subject came up in their household, but Nicole had admitted it to Dennis. Maybe she felt guilty; maybe she was trying to make him jealousâI didnât care because I had fucked Nicole, and she had liked it enough to want more.
Dennis and Nicole remained together, at least for awhile, but the four of us didnât socialize anymore. When I saw Dennis around the apartment complex, he would greet me without apparent emotion but not say anything else before going on his way. He never said a word to me about fucking Nicole.
Within a few months I got a promotion that involved a transfer to another city.
A year or so later, I was back in Miami and called Bob to say hello. When I asked about Dennis and Nicole, he told me Nicole had moved away and he didnât know how to get in touch with her.
I never saw any of them againâBob, Dennis, or Nicole.
Nicole was not the first woman committed to another man that I fucked, and she wouldnât be the last, but sheâs the one I keep thinking about. I still feel a sense of power and pride in how I took her. And regret because I never fucked her in Dennisâ bed.
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