[F]orbidden Fruit Tastes The Sweetest [M]

Years ago now. End of Summer in a major American city, I was hanging out with a girl I’d been hooking up with on and off again but had since broken things off with. Now, this was supposed to be a test of whether or not we could keep hanging out as just friends – if we failed we agreed it should be our final time hanging out together. The tension of course, was palpable. You could have cut it with just a spoon. The plan was to grab a drink, bar hop with some friends in search of whatever trouble we may briefly get up to, then call it a night. Things went mostly to plan.

I met up with her and the group earlyish. And thank goodness the group was there, just looking at her, the eyes we made at each other, the knowledge that we weren’t supposed to- weren’t allowed to touch each other, not just in sexual ways, but casual familiar ways was nothing short of electric. We started buffered by a few friends and a table, but as the night went on, as people went to grab drinks or get up to flirt and enjoy themselves in any manner of ways, as we left and began heading to other bars to continue the night, of course we gravitated towards each other. Every brush against each other, every hand on a shoulder or back was like just a taste of forbidden fruit after you’d already eaten a bushel.

We were mostly good. Aside from those literal brushes with fate – even as the night waned into morning and we started losing friends one by one until it was just the two of us, we’d otherwise behaved ourselves. The only problem was, by 4am it was just the two of us, and we were both insistent we had to find late night food. Clearly, neither of us was ready to let the night end.

I broke first. Something in that McDonalds parking lot made me feel like our rules didn’t matter. Something else told me that so long as nothing romantic happened, we’d be ok. So there was no hug, no kiss, no preamble, just my hand slowly slipping beneath her pants, waiting for a reminder of our self-imposed rules that never came, finding what felt like a sea of anticipation waiting for me.

We didn’t last long in the parking lot. Eventually we “came to our senses” and decided we had to go home. We split and uber, dropped her first. I was a gentleman and of course walked her to the door of her 5 story walk up. We both agreed I couldn’t come upstairs, that would be obviously problematic. Plus, it was like 5:30am at this point, we both needed sleep.

But the building’s foyer wasn’t upstairs. So I followed, waiting for her to take the climb and expecting us to agree – this clearly wasn’t working, we’d have to agree to go our separate ways. She was against the wall in seconds. I was inside her in less. It was absolutely the most animalistic sex I have ever had. We’d talked about our mutual interest in anal while we were hooking up but had never actually gotten around to it. That changed in the foyer that morning, while any potential workout obsessed neighbor could have stepped out for an early Sunday morning run. Thinking about how deep and primal her moans were while I was inside her ass is still enough to get me instantly hard.

She finished from a DP with my fingers. I finished, despite the alcohol. She went upstairs. I wandered out into the early morning sun. It was not the last time we saw each other.

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