Byline: Rachel
I had graduated from high school, then college, and I still wanted him. The first time we touched each other in high school, we were traveling to a Jewish youth group convention. Sitting next to each other on the dimly lit bus that evening gave us a chance to touch in the darkness. Our thighs and shoulders brushed, and we inched closer and closer until I draped my leg over his. Later that weekend, we kissed in an empty hallway for about two minutes before getting caught by chaperones. I remember exactly how it felt. He stroked my hair even though it was a little crunchy from gel, his lips were incredibly plush and inviting, and when he grabbed my ass and pulled my body against his, I felt how hard he was for me. His touch communicated the strength of his desire. Even in those short minutes, I knew the fire between us was real and unlikely to ever die out.
The penultimate time we touched each other was after he got engaged. Fall semester finals and a recent breakup had me overwhelmed and heartbroken, and that happened to be when he started texting me again. One afternoon during winter break, he picked me up, and we made out in his car. The deep emerald green hue of my oversized sweater contrasted against my pale skin when he pulled down the neckline, exposing my tits in the broad daylight. He leaned down to kiss and suck them while we sat in his car in my quiet suburban neighborhood. I couldn’t tell if my nipples were hard because it was so cold outside or because I was so turned on. It felt wrong to kiss someone who was engaged, but I did it anyway.
Years later, we finally went all the way. We fucked while he was married. The fact that he desired me so much that he was willing to cheat on his wife with me? Irresistible.
The morning of, I took a train to the city and called a Lyft to drive me to his university’s campus. It took a little while to find the right building with the single-occupancy bathroom to which he’d directed me. Once I knocked, he texted to make sure it was me before letting me in and locking the door. We looked at each other and exchanged a few words about how wild it was that we were there together. After lusting after each other for years, we were finally alone with the intention to act on our desires.
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