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Lynn is my lush. However, she also happens to be my best friend, my business partner, and with someone else. My name is Alex and this is our true story.My best friends have always been female. In high school, my best friend was the soccer babe. In university, it was the skater chick that I eventually went on with to have three children. In divorce, it’s Lynn, who suffered through the whole break up of a long-term marriage six months ahead of mine. It was the life-changing experience that bonded us.In years since then, we’ve been through the ups and the downs of being entrepreneurs. We’ve fought over money, or more precisely the lack thereof. We’ve listened to each other bitterly complain about unreasonable ex-spouses. But, we’ve also celebrated countless successes and been on amazing trips to conferences where we co-present in front of sometimes small and sometimes large audiences. We are really good at what we do together.We both found new love online, both in distant cities through our travels. But, between us, we have seven children making conversations about relocating improbable.There was one night, not so long ago, where Lynn and I were out to dinner together, drinking more than a few bottles of wine – not an unusual occurrence for us.This night, in particular, was just one of those glorious summer nights – warm, still, and seemingly endless. There we were sitting on Bostancı Escort a patio together sipping our wine savoring the meal we shared.’We are both in our mid-forties, but neither of us look it. Lynn is blessed with naturally tanned skin, long brown hair, and almost black eyes. On this night, she was wearing a simple white dress that hung perfectly from her athletic shoulders, draped perfectly over taught breasts, and finished teasingly at mid-thigh.Her legs have captivated me for as long as I’ve known her. She has those narrow ankles and athletic calves that one gets with the insane workouts she puts in at the gym. She rarely wears stockings because, with her legs, it would truly be a travesty.Needless to say, she turns heads. Not only the men look at her, but the women too. Many people judge her based on her appearance, which isn’t fair, but I’ve come to appreciate the mixed blessing that represents. Most men fantasize about her. Most women are jealous. I’m not entirely immune to either perspective.Not that I’m a chump by any means, but I couldn’t be more strikingly different than her. I’m tall and athletically toned, but with light skin because of my red hair. I’m the introvert of our partnership. I’m the thinker and the doer, whereas she is the social conversationalist and task delegator. We are admittedly and knowingly completely Bostancı Escort Bayan opposite people, and in our presentations, it’s become part of our shtick.What looks glossy on the outside, however, is sometimes less polished on the inside. We’ve both been through so much trauma and drama together in our love lives. She knows my skeletons and I know hers.After months of running on a treadmill between our children, our struggling business and our distance relationships, we finally had an opportunity to stand still. In those hours of being and laughing together, I found personal peace and happiness. I found myself truly enjoying spending that single solitary moment of life with her and just her – not thinking of the past, nor of the future.We hailed a cab back to her place. Most nights I see her home, walk her dog and say good night. But tonight felt different to me. In the dimmed back seat of a 2011 Toyota Camry sedan, I just felt a deep need to be closer with her.In the darkness of the back seat, my hand came to rest on her thigh, just above her naked knee. It was nothing but a gesture of closeness at the time. However, a few blocks later, my palm and fingers ever so noticeable slide barely an inch higher. I kind of expected an objection or a redirection on her part.Nothing.Every block closer to our destination, my touch lightened Escort Bostancı and my hand slipped higher.By the time we reached her house, my hand half-hidden under the dress’s seam and my fingers dangling over the warm soft flesh between her legs. It was just us and felt surprisingly comfortable.I paid the driver and followed her in. The kids were with their father that night and as luck would have it, so was the dog, relieving me of my traditional chore.We entered the living room, collapsing together onto the sofa. She began checking her phone for messages from her boyfriend. She always had men texting her with various level of propositions. She started laughing at one, in particular, a high-profile celebrity whom she had met many years ago and stayed in contact with. She turned the phone to show me his latest message. We had always been completely honest about our love lives – the highs and the lows, the good and the bad.As I leaned in to read the latest text, my hand reassumed its previous position.We laughed together at the silliness of modern relationships – such a farce! While we are good at acting monogamously, we aren’t very good at thinking that way. We have often used Tinder together while we are travelling on business just to see what interest we can generate.She was still checking her messages when her legs parted ever so slightly. It was a silent grant of access to perhaps go further than I had in the cab earlier.There is a brief moment in time when you think to yourself that this is perhaps wrong, but in honesty, it passed quickly. was an electrostatic field between us that night that I can’t quite explain. It was drawing us unwittingly closer to each other.
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