A Dinner Invitation
I had wanted her for years but hadn’t found a way to get past the hurdle of her being married.
We had been friends for several years. Not close, intimate friends, but the social contact was regular enough, and, from what I could ascertain, the enjoyment of the contact was mutual. I have to admit that I had always had the hots for Natalie. Her pretty face was framed by a mass of curly, brown hair that cascaded down past her shoulders. Her lips were full and she always wore a bright red lipstick, which looked sexy as...