"So what is love?"
"This question’s really hard. I guess it's a mix of positive emotions you feel toward someone, as the main emotion is worry or concern."
"So by this definition, I love my wife."
"Soon, I'll smuggle you back to your wife," I said, smiling.
"No way." He smiled back.
"So you're basically cheating because you’re bored?"
"Sometimes. Maybe at first."
"And now?”
"I do it for the thrill. Unlike other people, it also helps me with my business."
"What do you mean?"
"There are some men, and perhaps women, who, when they have an affair and are high on it, are not able to concentrate on work. Me, it's the opposite. This thrill just pushes me forward. It really affects everything I do."
"You're talking about cheating like it’s an addiction."
Guy laughed. "I never thought about it, but you know what? I'm really hooked."
"On betrayal?"
"Yes."
"Can you explain?"
Guy got up from his couch and came to sit next to me. He leaned in close and whispered in my ear. "I'm addicted to whispering. I'm addicted to secret meetings."
I couldn’t move away.
Guy leaned against me and I felt like I was on the verge of a stroke. My heart was racing like a herd of wild horses.
"I'm addicted to a new smell," he said as he breathed in the scent my neck. His breath made me shiver.
"I'm addicted to hair I didn't know before." He ran his hand through my tangle of curly hair. His big gnarled hand passed over my cheek, his finger lingered on my lips and down my neck to the neckline of my dress. I was out of breath and completely frozen. He abruptly removed his hand and placed it on my leg, on my knee, and started to make upward strokes toward my right hip.
"I'm addicted to a new body."
I made a slight sigh.
With perfect timing, our waitress came with our dishes and Guy returned to his seat.
“Their toast is excellent," he said nonchalantly, as if he hadn't been squeezing me a moment ago.
I tasted the toast; it was completely standard. "Very tasty," I said while I was trying to eat with my mouth closed. I didn't want to look unattractive to the man sitting across from me. I ate half a slice. I couldn't eat anymore. I was suddenly not hungry.
"So what do you do in life?" Guy remembered that we’d only been talking about him.
"I'm a lawyer."
"Sounds interesting."
"Sometimes. I work limited hours for family reasons so I don't exactly get interesting cases."
"You do sports? You told me you played tennis, but stopped."
"Right. You do judo, right?” I pictured him with his white judo suit on.
"Yeah, fifteen years already."
"Wow."
"How long did you play tennis?"
"Ten."
"Nice, and since you stopped, you don't do anything?"
"Nothing permanent… something different every time."
"So what are you doing these days?"
"Today I walk and belly dance."
"Belly dancing!" He made a surprised face. "That’s the last thing I’d connect you with."
"Why?"
"You seem like such a… good girl, not exactly material for an Arabic film."
"It's actually an insanely sexy dance."
"Really?" He looked surprised. "I never thought of it as a sensual dance."
"If you're good, I'll dance for you."
"So I have something to look forward to." Guy greedily licked his lips and bit his lower lip. He’d realized he would probably get more from me than a seemingly innocent encounter in a shadowy bar.
Guy paid the check and we left. It was a side street, but still I was afraid that someone who knew me would see me with a stranger. Guy wanted to walk me to my car, so we walked side-by-side. He asked me all kinds of vague questions, and I answered briefly. I couldn’t stop furtively looking about.
"Something bothering you?"
"I'm afraid someone I know will see me."
"Doing what?"
"I don't know," I replied sheepishly.
Guy grabbed my hand and pulled me, almost by force, into a dark courtyard. He pressed me to one of the columns and whispered, "If you’re so afraid, at least do something."
Before I could say anything or resist, not that I wanted to, Guy put his lips on mine and kissed me passionately. He continued to kiss my neck, and his right hand held my waist while his left hand began to expertly caress my face and neck. Then he cupped my breast. His experienced hand continued down my belly and then reached my hip area. He lifted my right leg; I leaned against the pillar, standing only on my left foot. Guy grabbed my right leg and pressed harder into me. I felt his penis pressing against my left thigh… I was terrified and aroused. This whole situation in a public place was so sexy and unexpected that I was stunned.
"I must be inside you," he whispered. "I have to feel you."
I wanted him. I really did, but I was scared. Itay had been my first boyfriend, and it had taken us forever to get in bed. I felt it was too much for me to sleep with a man I didn't know on our first date. I wanted to look a little less desperate and a bit more mysterious. I pushed him off of me, panting heavily, and said, "Not here."
"So, come on… I have an apartment not far from here."
"No, I can't."
"Why?" He looked disappointed and moved away from me.
"Because it's late, and I have to get up early tomorrow. Don't forget my husband’s not at home. I'm alone with the girls."
"It sounds like an excuse."
"It's not." I tried to sound credible.
"You're destroying me here."
"I'm sorry."
"You have to make it up to me tomorrow."
"I can't do tomorrow."
"There’s no such thing."
"No, I really can't. It's Lag Ba-Omer, and I’ve promised to take the girls to the bonfire."
"Wow, I had completely forgotten about it. We also have a bonfire – got to keep up tradition."
Talking about children cooled us completely. Guy kissed me lightly on the lips and fixed my opened dress. I arranged his collar and we went to my car.
Finally, we set a time for Friday morning. I’d already planned to have Shira and Yarden stay with my brother, Oded, so I’d have free time. Itay would be staying on the base as well, so I wouldn't be anxious about getting home.
We had agreed to have breakfast together on Friday in Tel Aviv. We ate like two old friends. Except for some discreet fumbling under the table, we didn't touch each other. It was a crowded coffee shop, and I didn't want to do things I couldn't explain later.
After we finished eating, Guy took me to his car. He had a formidable and magnificent Jeep. I confess I understood very little about vehicles, but it was a very impressive car. We drove to the south of Tel Aviv. Guy parked in a no-parking zone. Itay would rather return home than park in the wrong spot. I couldn't stop comparing the two. Guy was the exact opposite of Itay.
"Come." Guy gave me his hand and pulled me into the old building.
We entered the apartment, which was also quite old. It had a type of tiled floor not used in new apartments, ugly wallpaper on the walls and rickety furniture from the Seventies. I liked the apartment. It was clean and gave me nostalgic memories.
Guy noticed that I was exploring the apartment and explained, "This is one of my apartments that I rent out. The tenant left abruptly last week."
"Empty apartments in Tel Aviv sound like science fiction."
Guy laughed. "Don't worry. There’ll be new tenants next week."
"It’s a nice apartment, actually," I said, examining the old-fashioned kitchen.
"Have you seen the bedroom?" Guy called to me from the end of the hall.
I followed the voice and entered a bright, pleasant room. I loved apartments with high ceilings.
Guy was sit
ting on the bed and motioned me to come closer.
I stood between his legs; he stroked my legs from the knee upward, toward my waist. I was wearing black leggings and a tunic top. Guy reached up to my waistband and pulled my leggings down. I was left in my tunic, which looked like a very short mini dress, and my underwear.
"Take off your shirt," Guy ordered, and I obeyed immediately.
I threw the tunic aside and kicked off the leggings and my flip-flops.
I stood between his legs. His head was more or less in front of my chest. I felt so exposed. When we’d embraced in the dark of night, in the courtyard, I was much more stimulated and more covered. This room was so bright, and I felt so naked… I was aware of every wrinkle, every extra ounce, and every scratch and blemish on my body.
Guy began to kiss my belly and skillfully opened the clasp of my bra. I pulled the bra off and tossed it away. Guy cupped my breasts in his hands.
"You have amazing tits," he said, judging me. The truth is, I knew it was true. They’re neither large nor small, but pert as a schoolgirl's. Sometimes I get to see women my age in changing rooms at the pool or by the sea and I know that, at least in this area, nature certainly blessed me.
Guy continued to admire my pair of breasts and then, with the skill of a professional judo fighter, he laid me on the bed. He stood up and quickly took off his clothes. Without clothes, he was even more amazing. He had the body of a Greek god: muscular and solid in all the right places. He pulled off his underwear. I stared at the strange and erect organ in front of me. His cock was a little bigger than Itay's, but I didn't see any significant difference between the two organs. I quickly moved my eyes from Guy's penis. I didn't want him to think I was lingering on it too long.
Guy leaned toward me, naked and perfect, and I couldn't stop thinking about how amazing and perfect he was and how fat and flabby I was. For a moment, I was afraid to touch him… I couldn't believe such a man had taken an interest in an ordinary girl like me. He started to kiss me, first on my mouth, then on my neck and then down toward my breasts, licking them lustily. He continued with his tongue, licking my stomach to my belly button. I was supposed to get into it, but I was so self-conscious, so naked under such an amazing man and on a bed in a bright room that I couldn't concentrate and enjoy it. Guy came to my panties, which I was still wearing, and pulled them down. This is it, I thought. No way back.
For a moment, I thought Guy was going to perform oral sex on me, and I really dreaded the thought of it. I was embarrassed enough by my naked body, so I didn't want him to be so close to my sanctuary. Happily, Guy rose and his face was in front of my face once again. He kissed me again on the mouth, his right hand began to move and caress my body until it reached between my legs. I sighed lightly; it was pleasant. Suddenly, I realized I was lying there like a corpse… I hadn't touched Guy at all. I raised my hands and began to stroke his back. He had a big back that was triangular, smooth and pleasant. I continued with my hands, and I got to his small, firm behind. Guy sighed as I stroked his buttocks. My left hand continued to stroke his buttocks, and my right hand continued toward his erect penis. You touched a stranger's cock, I kept thinking. Guy sighed wildly and suddenly stood over me and went over to the corner. He returned with a condom. I’d totally forgotten about that. Not that I was so into it – I’d just never used a condom before.
"Put it on," he ordered.
"Would you believe me if I told you I’ve never used a condom?"
"You're kidding."
"No." I smiled. "I told you I’ve only ever been with my husband."
"You’re a real phenomenon." He smiled and tore open the wrapper. He put the condom on the crown of his penis. "Roll it down," he ordered, and I obeyed.
Guy pushed me back on the bed and lay down on top of me, and before I knew it, I felt him inside of me. I was surprised. Not by the fact that it had happened, but by how quickly it had happened. I wasn’t ready yet. Guy moved like a possessed man. I felt a little detached from the situation. I lay there beneath Guy and couldn't believe it was me. I kept thinking of a million and one things about Itay, the girls, friends from work. I wondered what they’d say if they knew where Sharon Moskowitz was now and what she was doing.
Guy continued to writhe above me, moaning wildly. I felt a little embarrassed by my passivity, so I faked enthusiasm; I began to stroke his back and moan loudly. I had no idea how believable I was, but, within a few seconds, Guy came and then collapsed on me. He got up, and I discovered for the first time how clean a condom was, at least for women.
We lay in bed for a few minutes and then Guy said, "I'm going to take a shower… want to join me?"
"Why not?” I smiled and we went into the small and intimate shower. The shower was darker than the brightly lit room, and I felt much more comfortable. I soaped Guy, and he soaped me back. He especially enjoyed soaping my tits, which he didn't stop admiring.
We left the shower and went to bed with only underwear on. Guy hadn't let me put my bra back on yet. We talked and giggled and had fun.
I glanced at the clock; it was already a quarter to one.
"Oh, I have to go. My brother will kill me."
"Since when do you have to report to your brother?" he asked, puzzled.
"I told you, my daughters are with him. I promised him I’d come to fetch them.”
Guy helped me get organized and drove me to my car, which was still parked near the café where we’d had breakfast.
On the way to my brother’s house, I couldn't decipher my feelings. I was disappointed, but I couldn't say whether I was disappointed with the sex or with myself. While I was attracted to Guy, how could I not be, I also knew I wasn't in love with him and that I never would be in love with him. There was something too aggressive about him. He was too much in love with himself. Two days ago, when he’d pulled me so abruptly into that courtyard, I’d been much more stimulated and therefore I’d accepted another date… but in the bright apartment, everything had been so planned and calculated that couldn't connect.
Thoughts and questions flooded my mind: Would I cheat on Itay for average sex? I had average sex at home already. Did I have to be in love to enjoy sex? I knew I was not in love with Guy, but in the dark courtyard, two days ago, I was on the verge of an orgasm.
So, if I wasn’t in love, then there must be something different and surprising to turn me on, like on that evening. Overall, sex is sex is sex… and at some point, the butterflies vanished, so what then? Go from man to man to keep a constant thrill? This was what Guy did. Did I want to live like him?
I had no answer to any of my questions.
CHAPTER 10
I had the rest of the weekend to think about Guy.
He obviously didn't call me on Saturday since he was with his wife and children. I decided not to give up after only one time. It’s not every day you meet such a god, I reasoned. It would be a shame to give up because of lack of experience.
On Sunday morning, on my way to work, my cellphone rang.
It was an unlisted number.
"Hello?" I said curiously.
"Good week to my pretty lady." It was Guy.
"How are you?" I tried to sound as sexy as I could.
"Excellent. Did you miss me?"
"A little," I lied. I’d thought about him almost the entire weekend, but not because I missed him. I just couldn't stop analyzing what had happened.
"I missed you a lot," he said with a kind of coy tone.
"Where are you?"
"Why are you asking?"
"Because I see the unlisted number."
"Oh. I'm at the office, but I usually try to talk from confidential numbers. No need to have a history of my calls." He had experience.
"I never thought about it." I was so green.
"When can I see you again?" Guy wasted no time. I was flattered by his eagerness.
"I can't today."
"And tomorrow?"
"No."
"Too bad. I have the apartm
ent until tomorrow."
I thought to myself that it would be rather nice to meet somewhere else… Maybe somewhere else the experience would be more successful.
"Never mind."
"How about Tuesday?"
"I'm sorry, Guy, I already have appointments that I can't cancel."
"What about the afternoon?"
"Today my daughters have ballet classes, tomorrow I have an orthopedic appointment with my little one that I've been waiting on for months and on Tuesday I have a belly dancing lesson."
"And you can't give up just once on belly dancing lessons?"
"I'm sorry, but I’ve missed a lot of classes because of the holidays." I was surprised to find out that it was hard for me to give up a belly dancing lesson for Guy.
"So… Wednesday then?"
"When?"
"When are you free?"
'Wednesday’s the day when my mother takes the girls, and I always finish up late."
"Great, so we'll go for an upgraded lunch." I could actually hear him winking.
When I got to the office, I marked four hours in my schedule for a meeting on Wednesday from twelve to four and felt awful. Betraying the trust of my employer was more difficult for me than betraying Itay.
On Wednesday, Guy picked me up in his luxurious jeep. I climbed into the seat beside him and almost sat on an envelope.
"What is it? Is it for me?" I smiled.
"No." He laughed. "It's just picture magnets from my nephew's bar mitzvah."
"Can I see?" I was curious.
"Yes.”
I took out four magnets from the envelope; the bright faces of his wife and children were smiling at me. Guy had two sons: one was eight years old, the other one about six, and he also had a beautiful little girl who was three years old.
"You have beautiful children."
"Thank you."
I focused on the photographs of his wife and was amazed to discover how beautiful she was.
"Wow, your wife’s quite a bombshell."
Guy smiled.
"She could be a beauty queen."
"She almost was."
"What do you mean?"
"She participated in the Miss Israel Pageant thirteen years ago."
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