What Flirting Leads To
By Sean Geist
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Everyone loved Michael and Jennifer's parties. They were always fun, always memorable and always unpredictable. Their New Year's Eve blow out to end the twentieth century promised to eclipse all expectations
Jennifer has not one, but two men interested in more than just a dance, and neither of them is her husband. Michael investigates what kind of naughtiness harmless flirting can lead to. And their friends will learn more about each other than they bargained for.
Relationships will be tested. Secrets revealed. And fantasies fulfilled.
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For her part, my wife seemed to be off in her own world. Her eyes were closed, head bouncing up and down, her body writhing slowly and sinuously. Occasionally she would grind her ass against Carl's groin. I don't think she was doing it on purpose, but she seemed to be forgetting she wasn't dancing with her husband. Although, again, it was just a dance, it still felt oddly arousing to watch. The chemistry between them was visible and very disconcerting – sparking a green flame of jealousy in the pit of my stomach. It was just a dance, I told myself. My body wasn't listening.
This book is full of adult situations and is intended for mature adults.
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What Flirting Leads To - Sean Geist
What Flirting Leads To
By
Sean Geist
Published by Sean Geist
Copyright 2015 Sean Geist
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All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without written consent of the author, except for brief quotes used in reviews.
All characters in this book are fictitious and any resemblance to any actual persons is entirely coincidental.
All characters in this story are over the age of 18 unless specified. V.3
Acknowledgement
I would like to start by thanking my editor, who just happens to be my wife. I am lucky to have married a woman with almost unlimited patience and the ability to spot where a comma should go. She will always be my muse. I would also like to thank Gary for a last minute fine tuning. And a final thanks to you, my reader. I write for myself, but it's nice to know other people enjoy what I do.
As always, any mistakes that remain in this text are entirely my fault.
Chapter 1
You coming to the party, Keith?
I was just starting to eat when my best friend came into the lunch room at work. In fact, it was the only place I seemed to run into him anymore. For the past six months our company's whole IT department had been working sixty plus hours a week, tasked with solving one of the computer world's most urgent problems – getting computers to recognize the upcoming date change.
It was near the end of December in 1999, and while my wife and I were hard at work planning an epic fin du siecle party, Keith was slaving over a computer keyboard making sure all the company's computer systems would be working smoothly at 12:00 a.m. on January 1st.
The reason for this was pretty arcane and I'm not sure about the specific details, but Keith told me it had something to do with ancient computers and limited memory.
Back in the sixties, when businesses were just starting to computerize, programmers took a short cut and abbreviated the date from four digits (1965) to two (65). They figured they wouldn't be around when it became a real problem, thirty or so years in the future. And they were right.
As time passed, instead of rewriting the software, when memory stopped being an issue, so that computers could tell the difference between the 20th and 21st centuries, most businesses and governmental agencies took the cheaper route of just ignoring the problem, so we had large banks, the IRS, and even local traffic control systems running on obsolete software.
As the year 2000 approached, the fear was important computer systems around the globe would hit a glitch at midnight and freeze up. The news channels didn't help matters as they speculated about a massive stock market crash, ATM's that wouldn't dispense cash, Air Traffic control systems failing, and the nation's power grid shutting down. Fun times.
Long story short – Keith was not planning on attending our party.
Gonna be a real blowout,
I said.
I know.
Keith grabbed a banana and Coke from the fridge and started to head back to his office
We're gonna party like it's nineteen ninety nine,
I sang in my best Prince impersonation. I dropped the falsetto and said, because it is.
Keith just rolled his eyes and left. I went back to eating my bologna sandwich and reading the New York Times.
When I got home, Jennifer, my wife, was sitting at the kitchen table staring down at a stack of papers. In her left hand she held a black ball point pen and was absent-mindedly tapping it against the table. She was playing with a strand of her hair with her right hand, her pink skin a stark contrast against her raven black locks. She looked so beautiful lost in her thoughts.
She was wearing a pair of headphones and hadn't heard me come in. I loved to catch her in these moments, when she didn't know she was being watched, when she was daydreaming, or concentrating on an especially tough crossword puzzle. The intensity of her steel grey eyes could be mesmerizing
I would have loved to just stand and stare at her forever, but then, this would be a very short story, and I didn't.
I walked over and tapped her on the shoulder. She was briefly startled and took off the head phones. I could hear Prince, of course, playing on her Sony Walkman.
I didn't hear you come in,
she said, looking up at me.
Of course you didn't. How can you concentrate with the music blaring in your ears?
Hey, lay off. I'm just getting in the mood.
She was working on a multi-colored list of names, everyone invited to our New Year's Eve party.
My wife was very organized. As an officer in the National Guard, that skill was handy; for party planning, it was essential.
All the names, about thirty in total, where written in blue. Couples attending together were highlighted in pink, single guys in green, single ladies in yellow. A few of the names were crossed out in black; they weren't coming.
My wife and I were supplying the location, food, soft drinks and mixers. People bringing beer had a little red B next to their name, W for wine, S for spirits. Our friend, Isaac's name was underlined twice in blue. He was in charge of the music, since he had a portable boombox and about 50 or more CD's.
I bent down to give Jen a quick kiss on the neck, but she surprised me by turning and locking her lips to mine. She tasted sweet, like warm honey.
Been snacking on the caramels again?
I said after reluctantly pulling away.
Yeah, I can't help it. Blame your Mom for always sending them at Christmas.
Speaking of Christmas, we have any plans?
Neither Jennifer nor I really much cared to celebrate Christmas. My wife's family were Jewish, I was raised in a mixed family – my mother was Catholic, my father, an atheist. I celebrated as a kid; I loved getting presents, but once I went off to college I just kind of gave it up. We don't have any kids of our own, so it just isn't important to us.
So every year, we buy a few gifts for family; Jen keeps the list, of course, and ships them off in early December.
While we do attend a few Christmas parties, we concentrate on celebrating the New Year.
I was thinking we could go see a movie,
Jennifer said. "Didn't you