This story is inspired by Literotica author, FirstKiss

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She hoped that he didn’t see that she was blushing. She liked that he put his hand on her leg, and she liked hearing his voice.

He had always been Megan’s big brother, who was way out of her league, and strictly off limits because of her friendship with Megan.

She had always seen him as serious, and mature, even though he was only about five years older.

She had always thought he was sexy.

She was really attracted to tall guys. But he wasn’t just tall. He was a big tall guy. She could tell he was muscular under his flannel shirt. When they went to visit Megan’s family out at the farm, he was always wearing a flannel, and his shirt sleeves would be rolled up so you could see his muscular forearms.

She had been attracted to him since the first time she saw him. She told Megan, who was her college roommate at the time, “You didn’t tell me you had such a sexy older brother.”

Megan had put a stop to that train of thought, “No. Gross. Don’t you dare think of trying anything!”

Joe had always treated Susan like a little sister too; he was friendly, caring, but for the most part, he just ignored her.

Susan knew she had a nice figure. She usually wore dresses that accentuated her full bosom, small waist, and full hips. But when she would visit Megan’s parents house, Joe never seemed to notice what Susan was wearing. His lack of interest fueled her crush on him. She had always thought of Joe as untouchable; an impossible challenge. Therefore, she had never acted on her feelings.

But now he had his hand on her leg, and she wanted it to stay there.

She tried to focus on what he had said. He wanted to change the subject away from his love life. She responded, “Ok. Deal. I’ll change the subject. When did you see Megan tonight?”

He moved his hand from her leg and took a drink of his tea. He said, “Actually, she saw my truck at the Free House and she came in to talk to me. That’s how I know about this Dalton stuff. I don’t think she would have told me about it otherwise… I mean… we don’t really talk about stuff like that.”

“So how did the ex-convict conversation go between the two of them?”

“Megan seemed like she was pretty upset about it, and she definitely let him know that she was.”

“Did she ask him what he did?”

Joe said, “It doesn’t sound like it. She was having trouble even looking at him, and so she told him she knew. Then he got mad that she was judging him without knowing any of the details. Then she started crying. She said he got really mad and it scared her.”

Susan suddenly felt very concerned about her friend, she touched Joe’s arm and said, “Woah. Did he get physical or anything?”

Joe smiled at her. He patted her hand, and gave her a gentle squeeze. “That was my first question too. But no. He was just really angry and after she showed she wasn’t ready to talk about it, he asked her to leave.”

He was quiet for a second.

Susan was holding her breath. She loved that Joe’s hand was on hers. She waited for him to finish.

He moved his hand from hers.

She kept her hand on his arm for another second, but then slowly removed it, to hold her mug with two hands again.

He added, “And it makes sense to me. I would have been mad too. There’s no way I’d tell someone when I first met them about that. You have to wait until you’re comfortable sharing it.”

Susan laughed, “It’s like she should have asked him before they ever kissed or something.”

Joe laughed too. He said, “Or he should have told her before they kissed. And how is that going to turn out?”

She loved having this conversation with him. It kind of felt like they were on a date. But it was even better because they already knew each other. There wasn’t any of that first date awkwardness between them, but then again, she really wanted to kiss him. She decided to flirt with him to see where it would go.

She was still smiling and responded, “It’s just hard to think about because it’s hard to relate to a skeleton in your closet that’s that big. I mean, do you have something like that? Anything that even compares?”

He got more serious for a second, then shook his head. “Nothing that even compares.”

He looked into her eyes, and asked in a genuine but playful way, “What about you?”

Susan thought, I think I can play with this and flirt with him here.

She liked the way he was looking at her, like he was genuinely interested in her response.

She smiled and looked away and said off-handedly, “I would only tell a person who was trying to kiss me, I guess.”

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