A Nice Guy

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She gently places her hand on my cheek, pulling me back into reality. The reality of her feeling the same way, obviously, because she kisses me. Kisses me so passionately I could fucking die. And then she pulls away. "I think I love you too," she begins, so quietly I can barely hear her. As if speaking too loud would let everyone know our secret. "But it can never happen, you know?" She's looking back and forth between my eyes, searching for something. Verification.

"Yeah, you're right. It's inappropriate, and wrong." I tell her. My voice is low, matching hers. Like we're whispering to each other under a blanket during the night, scared of being caught by her parents or something. It's turning me on, honestly. She feels it too, I know she does.

I lean in, slowly, seeing what she does. We've already kissed once, why not twice? If today's the only day it's allowed, why not? I hope she can hear my thoughts, so she'll close the gap.

And as if she read my mind, she leans in, kissing me once again. It's deeper, longer. She grabs my hair and pulls me in further, moaning into my mouth, pushing her tongue against mine. I pull away, though. I'm still nervous. I don't understand why this is happening, after the claims, the accusations, everything. She pulls me in again, continuing the kiss. I take that as a sign, a sign to fuck her in the back seat.

It's the middle of the day, she's parked in the middle of the parking lot, but her windows are tinted at least. Why not? It's so perfect, so crazy, vulnerable... I'm hard. I tell her get in the back. At first she protests, says no. I'm sure she's just nervous to fuck in public, so I tell her we won't. I tell her we'll just kiss, that's all.

After a thorough convincing, she finally gets in the back seat with me. We kiss for a minute, but it gets boring fast. She's wearing a sundress, making it so easy for me to push her panties to the side. She tells me to stop. Well, honestly, I don't know if that's what she actually said. Maybe she just moaned. Yeah, that's what she did.

I push my dick in, get in a few strokes, but she says it again, firmly, pushing me off of her. "Stop, Alex." So I stop. I pull out, hard as ever, and stare at her. She fixes herself and sits in the front again. She's quiet. I let out a long, tired sigh, tuck my dick away and stay seated in the back. Waiting. "Why is it such a hard concept for you? When I say stop, just stop."

I roll my eyes, but instantly regret it. I hope she didn't see that. I clear my throat. "I didn't hear you, I'm sorry." It's the only excuse I can come up with. "My heart was beating so hard, I could feel it in my ears. I promise, I didn't hear you," I lie. But of course I heard her. I just wish I'd blasted some music before we started so I wouldn't have.

I guess my lie is believable, because she quickly changes the subject. We talk a little while longer and she finally unblocks my number. I kiss her goodbye, because why not? It might be the last time she'll allow it. And then she drives away, back to her husband.