Chapter 4 — Crossing the Line

 Standing on the threshold of Matt and Zoey’s house, I faced the dragon’s lair – except, in this scenario, the dragon was a devilishly handsome man with a cock I hadn’t stopped thinking about since I threw down the gauntlet of temptation yesterday. I slid the key into the lock with trembling hands, aware that each turn could set this salacious adventure into an irreversible motion.

Silently, I stepped inside, the familiar scent of their home wrapping around me like a seductive embrace. I encouraged myself forward, one tiptoe at a time, my heart hammering against my ribcage like a caged animal desperate for escape.

As I glided up the stairs silent as a shadow, the house felt like it was holding its breath, as if it knew what was about to unfold. Each step loomed large before me, each creak echoing in my already amplified hearing.

Deeper into the forbidden sanctum I delved, down the hallway to where his office door loomed, the heavy wood imbued with a density that matched the gravity of what waited beyond.

With a click that sounded as loud as a gunshot in the hushed corridor, I pushed open the door to Matthew’s office. It was dimly lit, a fortress of knowledge and his solitude, and the epicenter of our burgeoning transgression.

Matthew looked up from his desk, his eyes widening when he saw me. I could see the war raging within him — the intoxicating blend of hunger and separation he’d been trying to keep at bay.

“Lilly,” he began, his voice tight as a bowstring. “Maybe we should talk about this. It’s a mistake. We’re both just…just confused.”

But his protests landed on my closed ears. I smoothly mirrored Zoey’s posture of the previous night; a well-executed arch of my back, a showcase of all the assets my young, supple body had to offer.

As his gaze fell upon me, I knew he was lost in his own tumult of desire. I allowed a soft, sultry smile to form, lowering my eyes to the floor. The uniform I’d worn today was almost too convenient — my breasts strained against the fabric, my ass perfectly framed by the skirt that hugged my curves like a tailor-made sin.

Without a word, I let the bag slide from my shoulder, plopping onto the floor with a quiet thud. I dropped to my knees in front of him, the hem of my skirt riding up and exposing my black lace panties. An invitation, a silent declaration of intent, of my willingness to submit to his ravenous hunger.

“Your balls have been full for so long, haven’t they?” I asked, the words floating seductively into the room. “Aching for something warm and tight to release in?”

His mouth worked in silent protest, his eyes darting between my face and the tantalizing view of my cleavage.

“Tell me, Matthew,” I purred, reaching out to run a singular digit along the outline of his cock, now bulging through his pants. “Tell me how badly you want to just let go, to feel my mouth take you in, to flood me with everything you have.”

Each word was a tease, each motion calculated to strip away his defenses. His struggle was thrilling, but I knew he was a man in need of release, and today, I was the voluptuous vessel for his desires.

His determination faltered, a tempest brewing in his gaze, conflicting desires colliding like tornadoes. The air between us became thicker, filled with the sound of his uneven breathing and the pounding of my heart.

“Lilly, I-“ He began again, his voice a strained whisper commanding no one.

“Shh,” I interrupted him, a single finger to his lips. “Let’s not pretend. I know what you want, and I’m here to give it to you.”

I undid his belt, taking my time as I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Like a connoisseur enjoying a fine wine, I savored each second. As his erection sprang forth, I couldn’t help but widen my eyes in awe of its size and power.

“Look at you,” I murmured reverently, stroking his thick cock with both hands as if it were a sacred chalice deserving of my utmost worship. “You’re so hard, so ready for me.”

Matthew groaned, his arms falling to his sides, dropping the shield he had been trying to maintain. He was on the edge, and I was about to push him over.

“Lilly...” he breathed, his voice low with barely restrained hunger. “We can’t do this. It’s wrong, you’re-,” his desperation to maintain control slipping like loose sand through his grasp.

“Shh,” I whispered, looking up at him. “Just let go, Matthew. I want this, I want you.”

“Show me what to do, teach me how to worship your cock like the good little slut I am.” The naughty words flowed from my mouth like molten lava, burning away any last vestige of innocence that hovered between us.

He said nothing, the radical shift in power dynamics speaking louder than any crazed soliloquy. This was his kingdom now, and I was just a pliant subject, eager for his lessons.

Gripping the base of his cock with both hands, I lifted my head, my piercing blue eyes connecting with his, holding the power in the simplicity of expectation. I placed a soft kiss at the tip, my tongue flicking out to savor the tender skin before taking more of his length into my warm, welcoming mouth.

I moaned, the vibrations rolling down the length of his shaft as I began to fall into a rhythm of lust and submission. It was a symphony of wet slurping, punctuated by Matthew’s labored breaths, as I worshiped his cock with a fervor unmatched by any orchestra.

“That’s it,” he hissed, gripping my hair and relinquishing that last minuscule stubborn fragment of resistance. “Such a good little cocksucker.” The derogatory words only fueled me further, urging me to be the filthy girl that he needed.

Pulling back, I gazed up at him with a satisfied smile, my lips and chin slick with saliva. “Tell me how much you want this, Matthew. How badly do you need to fill my mouth with your cum?”

His eyes smoldered with unrestrained lust, desire burning away the last remnants of his self-control. "God, Lilly...I need it so fucking bad," he growled, his voice thick and guttural. "I've wanted this for so long, dreamed of having your hot little mouth wrapped around my cock."

Matthew’s breath came in ragged gasps, his fingers tightening in my hair as he plunged back into my waiting mouth. “Fuck, Lilly,” he groaned, his hips shifting restlessly. “Your mouth feels so good.”

My eyes sought his, seeking approval. The raw desire that was plain on his face told me everything I needed to hear.

Matthew threw his head back with a guttural groan. "Fuck yes...that's it baby, take it all like a good girl." His hips began to buck, roughly fucking my face as I stayed relaxed and allowed him to use my mouth. “Your gorgeous little throat needs to be stuffed with cock.”

A primal whimper escaped my lips, my vision blurry as tears threatened, the mix of pressure, pleasure, and sin unlike anything I'd ever experienced. My fingers clawed at his thighs while I swallowed him whole. I moaned loudly as his thick length stretched my lips obscenely, filling my throat until my nose was buried in his coarse pubic hair.

“That’s it, Lilly,” Matthew growled, his voice dripping with lust. “Take every inch of my cock. You were made for this, weren’t you?”

I moaned in response. His hips snapped forward harder, his balls slapping against my chin. I felt so powerless, so utterly used, and it was intoxicating.

Saliva dribbled from the corners of my mouth, running down my chin as I struggled to keep up with his relentless pace. I knew I was mere moments away from my reward, from feeling his hot seed explode down my throat.

The pleasure grew within me, my need sharper than a scalpel as I sucked him tirelessly, each stroke of my tongue a silent appeal. My free hand roamed down my body, finding refuge in my velvet folds, a juicy orchard in desperate need of tending.

I could feel myself approaching the precipice, my hand moving in a feverish blur. Matthew watched me intently, his fingers tightening their grip on my hair as he urged me on. “Yes baby, cum for me,” he whispered, “let me feel your sweet throat spasm around my cock.”

The word alone sent bolts of pleasure straight to my clit, and I started to rub harder, trying to wring out the climax that hovered just out of reach. My breath hitched as the first wave hit, the intensity causing my throat to convulse around him. His groan confirmed the pleasure my body’s response caused, and with one final plunge and a desperate keen, I exploded.

Before I even realized what was happening, Matthew pulled out of my convulsing mouth with a slick, lewd pop. I shuddered on the ground, my body still convulsing in the throes of an earth-shattering orgasm. Waves of pleasure crashed over me as I writhed before Matthew, desperate whimpers and moans escaping my lips.

I barely noticed his hands guiding my head until he tilted my chin upward. My gaze met his, swollen with desire and the weight of impending release. The sight of his cock, thick and angry, brought another wave crashing into me.

“Please, I need your cum” I cried out, “please drain your heavy balls all over my pretty face, make me your dirty little whore!”

Matthew growled low in his throat at my desperate plea. He stroked his rigid length a few times, working himself towards release. Ropes of thick, viscous seed began spurting forth, the first hot streaks landing across my parted lips and cheeks. I moaned loudly as he decorated my face, savoring the musky taste and scent of his cum.

"Such a dirty girl, begging for my cum like a little slut," he grunted, continuing to pump his shaft as pearls of his essence clung to my skin. "Look at you, covered in it like you were made for this."

I stuck my tongue out, catching some of the last spurts into my eager mouth. Matthew's eyes burned with primal desire watching me lap up every drop greedily. When he was finally spent, I made a show of swallowing what had landed in my mouth with an exaggerated gulp.

I looked up at him, a contented smile gracing my cum-smeared lips. “Thank you, Daddy,” I murmured, relishing the forbidden title on my tongue.

Then Matt was laughing — a low, dark chuckle, interspersed with gasps for air, his hand caressing my cheek as he deposited one last glob of cum on the tip of my nose. “What have we done?” he whispered, as much to himself as to me, his hazel eyes reflecting the same dark thrill I knew must be consuming my own.

“We’ve found what we’ve both been craving,” I informed him, smearing the evidence of our transgression across my face, feeling more at peace in that moment than I had in a very long time.

Confronting the reflection in the mirror, I couldn’t repress the smug smile that gradually stretched across my cum-smeared face. My reflection was a battleground painted in semen and satisfaction, the marks of our willing descent into temptation.

With a shaky hand, Matthew passed me a cloth, watching with a sort of mesmerized horror as I wiped my face clean, smearing the war paint of his desperation into a mask of remnants. His quivering touch as he helped me to my feet was the kind that comes from a man who’s suddenly seen the world in a new light.

“Lilly,” he whispered, his eyes twin lakes of fear and longing. “What happens now? What have we done?”

Leaning up, I traced a gentle arc on his cheek with a tender kiss, whispering against his warm skin. “We did what we had to. There’s no going back, Matt.”

We stood there, his hand cupping my chin, sweat glistening on both our bodies, our hearts pirouetting in sync. The room was spinning with the potent perfume of our innocence stripped bare. But amidst the chaos, I felt a solid foundation of something more profound and significant taking root.

Our faces were inches apart, his breath caressing my skin. “Do you regret it?” he asked, the raw vulnerability in his voice nearly broken.

I leaned forward, my body pressing against his. “No,” I said softly before tilting my head and bringing my lips to meet his in a gentle kiss. It wasn’t a passionate or intense embrace, but a cautious exploration, as if we were testing the waters of something sacred. As our connection intensified, our tongues intertwined in a slow dance, releasing years of pent-up desire and setting the stage for our future together.

“This changes things, doesn’t it?” I asked, my voice tender but unyielding.

Matthew nodded, swallowing the lump lodged in his throat. “More than you can ever know,” he choked out, his chest heaving with unspoken confessions.

Now was the time for honesty, for laying it all bare. So, I took a deep breath and dove in. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Matthew. Since I first understood what want was.”

His gaze met mine, teetering between denial and acceptance. It was strange how physical intimacy could change the atmosphere of a room so drastically. The house, once filled with grief since Lucy’s passing, now held a different kind of energy.

He reached for the stack of papers on his desk, arranging them unnecessarily. “And me…I’ve been fighting it, Lilly. And…I don’t even know where this is heading.”

As our words intertwined, so too did our hearts. Yet, even in this tapestry of taboo, reality came crashing through the door like a brutal wave. The sound of the front door closing echoed through the house like a college bell, jolting us back to the present.

My eyes shot over Matthew’s shoulder, dread weaving its fiery tendrils around my innermost desires as Zoey’s cheerful voice floated up the stairs. “Daddy, Lilly, I’m home!”

For a fraction of a second, we were frozen, tension thick as a basilisk stare in the afterglow of our shared sin. Matthew stumbled back, yanking at his shirt to put himself to rights while I scrambled off his desk as if it were on fire.

We looked at each other, then drew close for a final, passion-laden kiss — a silent promise to continue what we started here today. As our kiss deepened, we became oblivious to the potential disaster unfolding just steps away.

My eyes sparkled like sapphire twilights under the coaxing of his hand as he entangled his fingers in my locks, our mouths greedy.

One last peck and Matthew straightened his tie. “We need to keep this between us,” he said gravely, his eyes searching my own as if for reassurance.

“Of course.” A wicked sizzle of satisfaction curled through me. ‘Secret keeper’, I thought, whether I liked it or not, was added to the menu of titles I had just been served.

Our hasty retreat was cut short by the sound of duty calling, literally. As if on cue, Zoey’s footsteps approached us, far more quickly than either of us had anticipated.

Chapter 5 — Friendship

 Zoey walked in, a picture of innocent curiosity framed by the doorway. Her gaze swept over us, a fleeting pause as she processed the scene. It was subtle, but enough for me to notice — the slight arch of an eyebrow, a discernible pause before speaking.

But the moment passed like a shooting star, brief and dazzling. “Hey, Lil! Ready for dinner?” Zoey asked brightly, the question hanging in the charged atmosphere.

“Yeah, almost,” I replied, my voice breezy as I smoothed down my wrinkled skirt.

Zoey, seemingly unaware of the elephant in the room, continued to chatter away, making plans for the evening. “Let me go get changed, and we’ll head out, okay?” she called over her shoulder.

The door clicked shut, leaving me alone with Matthew. I released the breath I’d been holding, a ragged sigh escaping me. “That was close.”

He chuckled a dry sound that filled the space between us. “Too close,” he agreed, shaking his head in mock despair. “How are we going to do this, Lilly?”

A playful smirk danced upon my lips. “Carefully,” I said, stepping closer. “We’ll just have to be mindful, that’s all.”

My fingertips grazed the edge of his tie, tugging gently as I leaned up to press a lingering kiss on his lips, tasting the hint of our secret still on his tongue.

Normally, the journey from his office to the hall was routine, a path trotted by countless gatherings and goodbyes. But today, it felt like we were navigating a minefield of suspicion. Each step was taken cautiously, avoiding the debris of our tryst scattered across the wooden floorboards.

The walk downstairs felt interminably long, the silence stretching between us like a tightly wound cord. Zoey chattered on cheerfully, seemingly oblivious to the palpable tension that hung in the air. With each step, I could feel Matthew’s presence beside me, his warmth radiating through the thin fabric of my dress.

As we reached the foyer, Zoey turned to me, her eyes bright with excitement. “Ready to go, Lil? I’m starving!”

I forced a smile, hoping it didn’t betray the turmoil swirling within me. “Definitely. Lead the way.”

Zoey bounced over to the coat rack, shrugging into her light jacket. I hesitated for just a moment, my gaze flicking over to Matthew. Our eyes met, and in that silent exchange, I saw a reflection of my own conflicted emotions.

“Lilly? You coming?” Zoey called, already halfway out the door.

“Yes, of course.” I tore my eyes away from Matthew’s and followed Zoey outside, the cool evening air a welcome respite from the stifling atmosphere inside.

“Bye, Dad,” she called out.

We exchanged glances, Matthew’s expression tight, as he responded, “See you, kiddo.”

Once safely ensconced in Zoey’s car, my heart was a wild stallion galloping with the winds of the plains. She turned to me with an enigmatic smile. “Ready for dinner?”

“As ready as anyone could be,” I quipped, failing to mask the nervousness dancing in my abdomen.

Between the rich scent of Matthew’s cum still present on my tongue and his broad shoulders haunting my memory, I was surprised to find myself laughing at Zoey’s antics, her carefree spirit infecting me once more. She had always had a knack for lovable goofiness and with each ridiculous face or terrible joke she told, the guilt retreated slightly.

“So, are you sure you’re good for covering the check?” I inquired as she pulled into the restaurant parking lot, my voice like a calming melody amidst the electric storm of my thoughts.

“Psh, please. You know I’ve got this,” she retorted with a self-assured wink.

The evening air whispered around us as we stepped out of the vehicle, the neon lights of the restaurant casting eerie reflections on her face. “Thanks, Zo,” I said with genuine warmth, linking arms with her — maybe for the last time as best friends.

“Course, what else are best friends for, right?” She slapped her free hand against her chest in a dramatic gesture, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

As we settled into our booth, Zoey’s laughter coasted through me, sweet as a sugared almond. I decided to live in the moment, to revel in our friendship before hellfire engulfed it.

We ordered, joked, and gossiped as if nothing had changed between us — because, to her, it hadn’t. Her ignorance was a cloak of comfort surrounding us. The tension, however, remained coiled in my stomach like a snake preparing to strike, my mind sneaking back every so often to the memory of Matthew’s thick cock, my mouth watering as I forked salad into my mouth.

“And that’s why you can’t trust Gina with gossip,” Zoey concluded, her emerald eyes glittering with the joy of shared secrets — if only she knew the half of it.

I laughed with her, the sound a bit too high, too forced. Yet, as the meal unfolded, her charm worked its magic, and my apprehensions began to dissipate like an early morning mist.

The conversation morphed more seriously as she picked at her meal. “You know, if you ever need anything, Lil, anything… I’m here.” She said with gentle sincerity.

I nodded solemnly. “Thanks, Zo. We’ll always have each other, right?”

Her green eyes searched mine, the candlelight dancing in their depths like starlit ocean waves. “Always,” she said, sealing it with a courtly nod.

Guilt gnawed at the edge of my consciousness, nipping at my happiness. Like a wolf dressed in sheep’s clothing, it waited patiently for its moment to pounce. But for now, I pushed it aside.

The night breeze embraced me as we said our goodbyes, and I watched Zoey disappear into the darkness with a tinge of sadness. In the quietude, the gravity of tonight’s events hit me harder than ever. My feet carried me inside, moving robotically toward the sanctuary of my bedroom.

Behind the closed door, I allowed myself a brief moment of respite. Sinking onto the mattress, the softness enveloping me, I finally let my guard down. Emotions surged within me, a torrential rainstorm threatening to sweep me away.

Desire for Matthew, guilt for betraying Zoey, excitement for what awaited, fear of losing everything. The swirling vortex threatened to swallow me whole.

Later that night, nestled in the coolness of my sheets, my phone dinged insistently, a siren call that penetrated the suffocating silence of my room. I reached out, my hand trembling as I took it. As the screen illuminated, a familiar name greeted my tired eyes. My pulse quickened as I tapped on his message.

‘I can’t stop thinking about you, Lilly’ it read. Instantly, the damned broached, releasing floods of arousal. Matthew’s words dripped with the sticky sweetness of eventide honey, coating my skin in the warmth of our secret.

‘Join the club,’ I texted. Images of his throbbing rod invaded my thoughts. ‘Every minute without your cock is torture.’

A pause followed, the seconds ticking away like a time bomb. When his reply came, it was as explosive as I’d hoped. ‘God, baby. The way you took me today, your tight throat eagerly squeezing around my cock…’

Oh, the scandal was so seductive. I surrendered to it, fantasizing about his hands mapping the globe of my breasts, his mouth devouring me like an exquisite dessert. I typed back, ‘I want to feel inside me…inside my tight, wet pussy. It’s aching for your cock’ my thumbs dancing across the screen with lost inhibition.

‘I dream of making your sweet cunt mine,’ he wrote, his words like hot branding irons searing themselves into my mind.

With a demanding hand, I slipped my fingers into my satin underwear, the fabric wet from the stream of desire his message had unlocked. My fingertips found their way to my puffy, sensitive clit, the pressure suddenly unbearable.

Matthew’s texts grew graphic, detailing the vengeful ways he’d take my virginity if he had his way. The thought of it, his strong, experienced frame pinning me down, claimed my imagination, casting a spell so potent I could almost smell the leather of his chair from his office. I couldn’t help but begin to rub my clit more vigorously, my breathing shallow in the moonlit shadows.

‘Does thinking of me taking your first time make your pussy drenched?’ His words were flaming arrows striking straight to my core.

The admission that I hadn’t had sex filled me with an odd sense of power. ‘How does it make you feel, knowing no one has touched me like that?’

‘It makes me so fucking hard,’ he replied almost instantly, urgency in his responses, ‘knowing that no one else gets to feel your virgin walls contract, tightening like a vice.’

His description wove through me as surely as my own fingers. Sliding one digit into my slick channel, I imagined it was him, Matthew, now, stripping away my innocence with his forceful thrusts.

‘I wish it was now,’ I confessed. ‘I wish I could feel you claim me.’

The digital back-and-forth grew rabid, our messages a feverish dance of lust and longing. ‘Soon’ he promised. ‘Very soon, I will fill you like no man has before. You will scream only for me.’

My pussy convulsed at the prospect, the walls desirous to experience his pledge. Within moments, my breath grew ragged in the increasing tempo of my solitary love-making, driven by our scandalous chat.

‘Are you touching yourself?’ he asked, and I could almost hear the smoky chuckle in his usually stoical voice.

‘Can you blame me?’ I responded, a guttural moan slipping past my lips as my fingers began to increase their speed. ‘Thinking of your cock makes me so wet, so desperate.’

‘Keep going, baby’ Matthew encouraged, his texts coming faster, harder. ‘Feel how much it wants me, how badly it needs to be fucked’

Letting out a soft whine, I obeyed, slipping another finger into the furnace of my lust. Each movement sent sparks through my body, each slick trail coating me in anticipation.

Whimpers escaped me, echoing against the walls as I approached the peak. ‘I’m close, Matt.’

‘Dig your nails into the bed, just like I’ll dig my cock into your wet cunt.’ His instructions were a siren’s song, guiding me closer and closer to the edge of an abyss only he could pull me from.

With one final crescendo, I came, the orgasm ripping through me like a tornado, reducing every wall I’d ever built to splinters.

‘I came, you made me cum so hard’ I typed out, my chest heaving like bellows in the heat of passion.

‘Good Girl’ was his simple reply. ‘I want you here tomorrow, I can’t wait any longer… Zoey has a volleyball game in the morning’

A thrill surged through me with his words, knowing I was turning him into an addict — for me.

‘I’ll be there. Wet and ready.’

A beat passed before his eager reply. ‘God, yes. After she leaves for her game.’

The screen went dark as we signed off, my hand still trembling and my pussy still pulsing. Tomorrow was a new inferno, one in which I would burn away the last vestiges of our innocence together — in Zoey’s home, in Matthew’s bed.

Chapter 6 — Release

 The morning sun washed over the horizon, painting my room in shades of apricot and gold. Today was the day, the day I had been anticipating with a mix of excitement and trepidation. I threw back the covers, feeling the pesky ice king of anxiety trying to claim my pounding heart.

In the mirror, excitement danced in my eyes as I readied myself, my cheeks rosy with excitement like a debutante preening for her first ball. The task at hand was crucial — to look desirable yet innocent, a perfect contradiction for our secret escapade.

I applied my make-up with precision, my trembling hands struggling to keep up with the images in my head. Eyes smoked with a mysterious haze, lips a shade of berry that would equally match the color of a sinfully sucked cock.

Selecting an outfit that would make any man quiver with anticipation, I settled on a short sun dress that accentuated my slim waist and provided easy access to my freshly shaved slit. Plain black stockings and shoes, were the picture of modesty, yet the devilish grin that painted my lips spoke otherwise.

I smoothed down the material on my attire, excited jitters fluttering across my skin like butterflies in a summery field. Was this what love felt like?

Either way, my pussy was already singing songs of decadence, longing for his fat cock I knew was destined to drive me to new heights of pleasure. Each movement sent a sweet ache to the juncture of my thighs, a gentle reminder of the feast awaiting me.  As I looked at myself in the mirror, I could almost feel Matthew’s hands undoing each meticulously chosen piece of fabric.

With tremblings concealed behind a facade of poise, I glided downstairs into the kitchen where my Mom Harper hummed over the morning’s breakfast prep. She spun around, her eyes immediately drawn to my chosen attire.

“Wow, Lil, you’re looking…” She paused, her eyes widening to the size of watermelon slices before whispering conspiratorially, “As if you’ve got a hot date.” Her glimpse held a glint of surprise — and perhaps a fleck of envy?

“Just collecting study notes,” I acquiesced swiftly, offering her a sweet, innocent smile, “Matthew said he’d help with preps for college exams again.”

Her eyebrow piqued, teetering precariously like it was contemplating revolt. “College exams, huh?”

I forced a casual shrug. “You know my goals, Mom. Top of the university list and I need all the help I can get.” It was a skillful dance of words, each step measured to hide the anticipation of the taboo romance playing inside of me like an X-rated movie on repeat.

Sitting at the breakfast bar, my fork danced mechanically through the air. The bacon on the plate looked less appealing with each darting glance at Zoey’s car out the window.

“I’ll grab something there. Thanks, Mom,” I paused mid-chew, trying to keep my voice level.

“Alright, as long as you eat something.” My Mom’s head tipped to the side, confusion etched into her face. Concern flickered in her eyes, that of a mom unsure of the adult her little girl was becoming.

No sooner had she spoken than my phone chimed with a message. Zoey’s name flashed across the screen.

‘Hey, Lil, want to hit the mall after the game? Celebrate my victory!’ With her typical exuberance, she added, three smiley face emojis beckoning for a positive response.

Swiftly, I pecked back, ‘Can’t wait!’ Indeed, it was the truth. I absolutely did.

My heart started beating in my chest and I had flutters in my belly as I watched Zoey leave her house and get into her car. And as her car faded from view, I felt a peculiar sense of freedom, a sultry space where guilt and need danced the tango mixed with deep, deep longing. I quickly sent off another text,

‘Good luck today. Kick major ass, I know you’re going to kill it on the court!’

I swigged down the last of my juice and began to gather my school bag, my heart doing somersaults of anticipation.

With a peck on my Mom’s cheek and a declaration that “I’m off,” I broke into the embrace of the mid-spring morning, the warmth an unexpected delight after the winter’s self-induced freeze. The blossoms danced in the breeze, whispering secrets as I traversed the well-trod path to Zoey’s house.

Each step brought forth the gentle lilt of desire, unfurling within me like a flower waiting for the sun. Crossing the thresholds of innocence, my legs carried me closer, as if propelled by invisible strings.

Arriving at Matthew’s Craftsman with its welcoming wrap-around porch, I paused briefly at the door.

And with a sudden rush of air, punctuating the moment like an exclamation point, the door swung open under its own volition — or rather, courtesy of Matthew’s eager hand. His eyes locked on mine, the look of anticipation reflecting my own.

“You came,” he managed, his voice, a husky rasp stirring something dark and primal in me.

To Be Continued...

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