The follow up to part 1 where our teenage crushes met up again at a school reunion and tried to deny their attraction to each other. Thanks for reading. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She needed action. But she knew the consequences could be disastrous.

“Jack?”

“Anna.”

“Can we just try to enjoy the evening, without churning over past mistakes?”

The intensity of his eyes increased. “I have had 30 years to think over the mistake I made that night. And it sure as hell wasn’t going into that room with you. It was not grabbing you and kissing you in front of everyone the following day. It was hiding behind appearances and peer pressure to maintain some kind of reputation that, in the end, meant nothing.”

She recoiled from the sting. She had known it but hearing it out loud did nothing for her ego.

She turned, slipping her arm free from his grip. “Thanks for the drink.”

She made her way back across the dance floor, highly aware of him watching the sway of her curves in her figure hugging green dress as she left.

Hours passed in a blur of light social interaction and repeated conversations. She sank a few drinks, shared a few laughs and renewed a few connections with people she had genuinely cared about. All the while, she could sense his eyes on her. He barely moved from the bar, surrounded at various points by various old cronies.

It was past midnight when she felt his hands on her again. She was dancing to bangers from her school years, losing herself in a haze of lights, thumping bass and sweat. Clearly this was too much for him. She felt hands on her ample hips from behind and knew instinctively it was him. His long fingers fanned across her hip bones and gently but insistently pulled her towards him.

Tipping her head to the side, she checked her peripherals. Her mouth parted slightly when she glimpsed the pure lust on his face. He was staring down at her ass and she was in big trouble.

If she didn’t resist now, her carefully constructed life may just shatter apart. She had always made the ‘right’ choice and done what she thought was best; what was proper and expected. He made her want to smash it all up and just live in the moment. Physically.

So she let herself be pulled back against his hips. Whether it was the drink, the intense desire for him or just the need to be bad for once, she gave in. There was no doubt as to what she bounced against when their bodies connected. To her shame, she pushed back further into his hard cock, letting it gently dip into her cheeks through the thin fabric of her dress to where her thong was so tightly nestled.

Gripping her firmly now, he leant into her ear, pushing his chest against her back. “I’ve always liked the lyrics to this song: a lady in the streets but a freak in the bed. For some reason, I think it might appeal to you too. Am I right?”

In answer, she ground a little against him, both mildly disgusted with herself and incredibly turned on. She could feel herself slicken, the betrayal of her body over her mind palpable. His face moved into her neck and she felt his breath against her, then the briefest flicks of his tongue.

He groaned gently, “If that’s what your sweat tastes like, I can’t wait to eat your pussy again.”

He spun her round so she could see him in earnest: his slicked back hair was askew, his lips moist and the heat of his stare was boring into hers.

“Walk away, Anna. Walk away if you don’t want this.”

She had already flipped the switch. She shut her eyes, in some attempt to deny what she was about to say. Quietly, below the music and as close to his ear as possible, she uttered, “I’m going to walk away. But you are going to follow me. I don’t care where we go. I don’t care what the implications are now. I just know what I can’t deny myself from you any longer. We need to finish what we started years ago. You have my number. Text me the plan.”

She kept eye contact with him as she stepped away, surprised at her own brazenness. She was rewarded by seeing him catch his breath and tense, as she left his grip. After a few backwards steps, she turned, glancing around to find where those she wanted to say goodbye were and made her excuses.

Her head was spinning. She had no idea what she was doing beyond what she wanted right now in this instant. She was miles away from home: an uber and a hotel room was all that separated her from a night of carnal pleasure. No one need know. She could convince herself of that right now. Tomorrow was tomorrow’s problem.

Taking a breath, she made a beeline for the ladies. After some gentle chitchat with the usual backed up line, she had a moment to check herself: flushed, beautiful and panting gently, she looked hot. She stood there for a moment reflecting in the rare emotion of feeling utterly desirable. Pushing her legs together to relieve some of the tension she felt, she adjusted her makeup whilst she waited for him. The only going back in her mind was in his enormous hands.

Her bag vibrated against the tap. Her wrist flashed with his message: My hotel. Taxi waiting. Come round the back of the bar. Lose the pants.

With a grin on her face, she stepped back into the cubicle and wiggled out of her thong. Stuffing it into her bag, she stepped out, the tension in her body overriding the buzz from the drinks. Within what seemed like seconds, she was at the door and pushing open into fuck knows what future, but she was as sure as hell about to find out.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Part 3 coming soon. Let me know your thoughts in the comments as to what should happen next!