Forbidden (erotica)

Part 2

On the way over to pick up Ryan, I ponder how frustrating the situation is. I've known the dude for five years, almost twice as long as I've known Jessica. Shit, I don't even really like Jessica. She's part of the new group of girlfriends that I've fallen into but, otherwise, she's not really someone I would find myself hanging out with.

She's kind of a bitch, to be honest. The type of person who talks shit about what you're wearing as soon as you get up to leave the table. She always decides where we go on our Fridays out and she's always the one who quickly decides that she now wants to go somewhere else. Too high maintenance for a friend, in my book, but she always turns heads when she enters the room and she never fails to get us into clubs without a wait. Every friend has a role, I suppose.

It's just that Ryan is so great. He's easy on the eyes, yes, but there's so much more. Ryan is so attentive. Unlike Jessica, he actually pays attention to what you say, to who you are. He looks you in the eyes when you talk to him like you are the only person in the world.

So, yes, I've had a crush on him for a while. And then, he and Jessica starting dating within hours of meeting. Of course. That's just how things happen in her world. In my world, I sober drive for male friends that some dumb moral code says I can't date or hookup with. Not that a guy like that would ever be attracted to someone like me.

Well, there was the night of my birthday party when we left the bar together. We talked throughout the night and he ended up driving me home because, of course, I didn't have a boyfriend to do it. He had his arm around me as you walked to his car and, after he opened your door for me, I caught him looking up my skirt. If done by someone else, it would've been pretty pervy but he got the benefit of the doubt. It was just so flattering to know that he noticed me like that. It was also enthralling to know that he and I shared a naughty secret: that underneath my party dress, I wasn't wearing panties.

Long story short, he didn't put any moves on me on that birthday night and neither did I. I thought about it, of course. In fact, I barely remember what we talked about on that drive because my mind was preoccupied with what I wanted to be doing to him at the very moment. Ever since, I fantasized about what I would do if I could have just one do-over for that car ride. . .

Shit, my mind is wandering and I've gotten myself worked up again. I'm at the stoplight a block from the bar and I can't pick Ryan up with my pussy this wet. No way. I know myself. I know how often I've thought about having him alone again and I know that I will not be able to stop myself. If Jessica ever found out that I hooked up with Ryan - - and she finds out everything - - I can kiss my social life in this city goodbye.

I drive towards the bar and see Ryan waving to me. But, I can't do it. I can't stop. Not right now. Too dangerous. I keep driving past until I reach the parking garage. I drive into the garage and find a secluded space.

"I'll be right there. Give me a few minutes." I text.

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