His Curvy Infatuation

<p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><em>Brantley</em></strong></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>How long were you supposed to wait after the woman you loved's marriage blew up before you asked her out? A week? A month? Longer? </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Her divorce was final and I was not missing my second chance with Valentina. Helping on her so-called 'pleasure quest' was a bonus. Oh the things I wanted to show her. But it wasn't just about one kind of pleasure. I wanted to help her find all the things that brought her joy. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>As a friend of course. Because that's what we were. Best friends. But if I never told her I wanted more I'd regret it forever. It was a risk. It could end our friendship. But no risk no reward. Being with her would be the biggest reward ever so I had to take the risk. Valentina was worth it. </span></p><p></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><em>Valentina</em></strong></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>A pleasure quest? Why the hell not? I had nothing to lose. My dignity and privacy were shattered the day my ex-husband's girlfriend showed up at my house. Throwing him out was the best decision I'd ever made. And it felt good. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Maybe I did know something that brought me pleasure. But I wanted more. Preferably without the heartache before the pleasure. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Brantley volunteered to be my partner in the experiment. Pushing me to try new things. He was the perfect person to explore with. Patient and kind and... sexy? Was I allowed to think that way about my best friend? </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>We'd always been friends. But pleasure tends to blur lines. Getting to know Brantley was fun. Enlightening. Intoxicating. But the more time we spent together the more I wondered if the best thing in my life had been right in front of me all along.</span></p>