Oh, fuck. I just ruined everything with one stupid, incredible act. The memory of his throbbing cock in my mouth, his salty cum, and the sounds he made, God, they're on replay in my mind. But man, do I feel guilty.

It all started with an innocent invitation to my best friend's house for a party. Her cousin, Sean, was visiting from another state, and he was fucking hot. Honestly, the pictures Susan showed me did not do him justice. He was 21, tall, and had a smoldering look that made my insides twist with desire.

The party was wild—loud music, too much booze, and lots of dancing. Susan's unreliable party planning meant that snacks disappeared within minutes, but the alcohol flowed like a river. Sean immediately caught my eye, and fuck if he wasn't giving me these intense looks all night.

His girlfriend, some cheerleader type, had left early. Bitches steal all the good ones, or so I thought. Sean kept hovering around me after she left, asking if I needed a drink, lighting my cigarettes, the sweet little things that made me melt. We ended up outside on the porch, away from the noise, where he offered me a hit of his vape. It was this deep, intimate moment, just him and me.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he said with a charm that dripped off every word. I couldn't help but blush, and my reflexes took over before my brain could catch up. I was leaning in, our lips crashing against each other.

We were like kids, making out with tongues fighting for dominance. Sean's hands roamed my body, setting every nerve on fire. He whispered into my ear how badly he wanted me. I knew it was wrong, but the hunger in his voice and the heat of his crotch against mine were too much to resist.

We stumbled inside to a dark, quiet corner of Susan's basement. The forbidden aura of it all, knowing we shouldn’t, just made it hotter. Before I could say "No," Sean was unbuckling his pants. The sight of his rock-hard dick, begging for attention, made me bite my lip with anticipation.

My hands moved on their own, wrapping around his thick, veiny cock. He shoved his pants down, our eyes locked with fire in our gazes. I couldn't believe I was about to go where I probably shouldn't. But when I leaned in and took his throbbing cock into my mouth, he sucked in a breath sharply.

The taste was a mixture of salt, sweat, and whatever soap he'd used. It was addictive. I stroked him with my tongue, hollowing out my cheeks to create the perfect suction. Sean moaned, thrusting gently into my mouth, and it drove me wild.

I bobbed my head up and down, greedily taking more and more of him in. His hand gently wove into my hair, guiding me to the pace he wanted. Every moan that left his lips spurred me on. His taste, his texture, the sensation, it was all so fucking good.

It didn't take him long — he was too turned on. A few minutes of intense work, and he whispered how close he was. I didn't want it to end, but when he shuddered and came hard into my mouth, I swallowed, still eyes locked with his.

We were both breathless when he finally pulled away. As we adjusted our clothes, guilt consumed me alongside the lingering warmth of satisfaction.

Once the high wore off, and I realized what had just transpired, the guilt drowned me. How could I look him in the eye again? Or worse, Susan? She would be pissed, heartbroken, and rightly so. But that night, I fucking loved it, the rush of being with someone out of bounds, the animalistic pleasure... I hope no one finds out.