I have this one guy friend who’s always been irresistible to me. He’s the type that’s never single for long, always jumping from one girlfriend to the next. But we’ve always had this undeniable sexual chemistry that’s hard to ignore, and sometimes it leads to things we both pretend just “happened.”

One night, we were out at a packed club in Madrid, the music pounding, and the crowd pushing us closer together. I could feel his body pressed against mine, and as we danced, his hands started wandering. At first, it was subtle—just his fingers grazing the edge of my dress. But then I felt him slip his hand beneath the fabric, brushing against my panties.

Before I knew it, he had moved my panties aside and slid two fingers deep inside me. The crowd was so tight around us, nobody could see what he was doing. I was pinned against him, feeling every thrust of his fingers as he found that perfect spot. He knew exactly how to make me melt, and I came right there on the dance floor, trying to keep my composure as my legs shook with pleasure.

We didn’t talk about it afterwards—he’s pretty serious about his current girlfriend, and I know he feels a little guilty. But I can’t say no when the chemistry is that strong. If this is how we keep things under wraps, I’m not complaining.