Chapter 4: Giving Into Temptation

The hallway was empty. I closed the door to the bathroom behind me and leaned against the door. My heart was hammering a fast staccato beat. I just leaned me back against the bathroom door, trying to collect myself.

After I had calmed down and assured myself it was just a mistake, a simple reaction to too much wine and too many emotions tonight, I used the toilet and with shaking hands noticed I was definitely damp. I was turned on by Tyler and what had happened and a gnawing fear ate at my heart as I knew, that even if it was just for the briefest of moments, the kiss, the push-away, but I had definitely kissed him back.

While I washed my hands I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My cheeks were flushed a rosy pink, my eyes glossy from the alcohol, my lips were still tingling from the kiss. I was ashamed of myself, of my reaction, the dampness I had found between my legs and how sexually excited I felt. The taboo nature of it. Kissing Mike’s oldest friend who I had always told myself was a jerk and someone I disliked. I told myself I had to shut it down, go back downstairs, wake up Mike somehow and leave.

I never heard the door open behind me but I caught the scent of Tyler’s cologne as he stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Before I could speak, before I could even think of a word of protest I could raise against him coming in here and invading my privacy, he had quickly crossed the small space between us in two strides, grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me again. This time it was not short and tentative, it was deep, passionate, no hesitation, strongly possessive and utterly consuming. Surprise hit me first. Then lust, thick and sudden, flooded in and drowned out any reservation my mind wanted to offer. I returned the kiss. Hard. My hands that I had raised to push him off me instead fisted in his shirt holding onto his chest with a strength and passion I did not know I could possess for this man. His hands roamed—down my back, over the curve of my ass through the dress and then up to cup my small breasts, thumbs brushing against my nipples as they hardened under the fabric. I let him. I was already wetter than I wanted to admit, and the wrongness of it only made the heat between my legs worse.

His hands started roaming. One slid down my back, palm open, mapping the bare skin the low-cut dress left exposed. The other cupped the side of my neck, thumb stroking just under my jaw as he tilted my head and deepened the kiss. I let him. God help me, I let him touch me everywhere. Fingers traced the curve of my waist, then lower, gripping the cheek of my ass through the thin black fabric and squeezing hard enough that I felt the possessive pressure all the way to my clit. He pulled me tighter against him so I could feel the thick ridge of his cock already hard beneath his jeans. The contact sent a jolt of pure wrongness through me. I’m actually doing this. I am making out with a man who is not my boyfriend and I am loving every moment of it. The thought made my stomach twist with guilt, but the twist only made the wetness between my thighs worse. I was dampening for him, for Mike’s friend, and the knowledge of how taboo it was turned me on even as I hated myself for it.

We made out like that for what felt like forever, heavy and hungry, the only sounds the wet slide of mouths and my increasingly shaky breathing. His hands never stopped moving, mine stayed tied to his shirt and chest like I was holding onto something for dear life. He tugged the neckline of my dress down just enough to bare one small breast, then the other, and his thumbs brushed over my nipples until they tightened into aching peaks. I arched into the touch even while a voice in my head screamed that I should stop this right now. Reluctance and need warred so hard I felt dizzy. I kept thinking how wrong it was that I was doing this ... how I had never cheated in my life, how Mike trusted me, how Tyler was the last man I should be letting put his hands on me and every single one of those thoughts only made my pussy clench harder.

He broke the kiss long enough to look down at my exposed chest, that cocky half-smile already starting to form. “God Beth you are the sexiest woman I have ever known.” Then his mouth was on my breasts, suckling hard enough to leave a mark just above and below my nipples. His mouth switch from one breast to the other, devouring me and sending jolts of pleasure from my chest to my crotch with each passing moment.

My head swam and was thrown back with a moan of pleasure and desperation escaping my lips as I he continued to make out with my breasts. I felt one of his hands slip under my dress, his fingers moving purposely around the edge of my black lace panties, pushed them aside, and stroked along the slick folds of my pussy. I was soaked. Embarrassingly, shamefully soaked. My clit was engorged and hard, swollen by my lust and my pussy being the greedy bitch that she is begged for more attention.

Tyler knew what he was doing and my head shot up straight again as I felt one, then two fingers make their way inside me without warning. He movements were sure, someone who had done this before with countless women, countless times and knew exactly where to exert pressure and how to pleasure a woman. I felt the fingers curling inside me and press against the spot that made my knees buckle.

“Tyler...” I gasped, but it came out more like a moan that was cut off when our lips met and his tongue once again invaded my mouth.

He worked those fingers inside me slow and deep, stretching me further with each up and down motion of his hand. The wet filthy sounds my cunt was making at his hands reverberated in the other quiet bathroom. Every time the pleasure started to build toward the edge he eased off, pulling back until I was left trembling and empty and wanting before her would start his magical movements again. His mouth was everywhere on me seemingly at once, my lips, my neck, my ears, my shoulders, my breasts while I undulated against him and moaned under the expert attention and what his fingers were doing between my legs.

“Please!” I begged, “I’ve never done this...” again my mind and mouth trying to protest what was occurring, while at the same time my body betrayed me as I ground my hips and pussy into his hand as loud, wet squelching noises filled the room and my protest changed from words to a long drawn-out moan.

He was doing things to me that I could not ignore. He was getting me more and more worked up for him on purpose, denying me the orgasm I was already chasing. The denial made the shame of the situation burn hotter. I was again considering my growing infidelity while Tyler fingered me in the bathroom and Mike slept off his stupor downstairs, and I was so turned on by the wrongness of the situation that my thighs were shaking.

“You’re dripping,” Tyler murmured as his mouth left my breast and moved upward kissing my chest, collarbone and nuzzled against my ear, sucking on my lobe and lick along my neckline. His voice low and already laced with that cocky satisfaction. “And you are doing this for me Beth. Mike’s perfect little girlfriend, soaking my fingers while your body begs for more.”

The dirty words hit me hard like I had been slapped. Guilt washed through me in a thick wave. I shouldn’t like this, I shouldn’t be this wet for him, but I was and the condescending words he whispered in my ear only made the walls of my pussy clench around his fingers all the harder. I was embarrassed by how good it felt, embarrassed by the way my hips were rocking of their own accord to meet the thrusting motions of his hand, embarrassed by the soft, needy sounds emanating from my lips which I couldn’t stop making.

Tyler kept me right there on the edge for long minutes, fingering me thoroughly, the thumb of his other hand now circling my rock-hard clit just enough to keep me gasping but never enough to let me come. My lipstick was smeared from our passionate kissing. My dress was off my shoulders and bunched up at my waist. My panties were shoved aside and useless. And still I didn’t push him away while I moaned and begged him “Oh God, please” into his mouth as it returned to mine.