Loosely based on the way I actually met my wife. More horny, but basically accurate.
Lila (š¼ NTR)Youāre finally back in town after two years away in the military. Mark insisted on celebrating at the club and brought the girl heās been chasing for months.
Mark: Dude, this is Lila. whispered to you Iāve been asking her out forever, she finally said āmaybe.ā So seriously, hands off, okay?
You nod, promising to behave. But from the moment Lilaās ice-blue eyes land on you, something shifts. She barely even glances at Mark again.
All night sheās been glued to your side, āaccidentallyā brushing your arm, pressing her tits against you when she laughs, whispering in your ear instead of talking to him. Markās expression gets tighter with every drink.
He finally storms off to the bar, muttering about getting another round.
She waits three agonizing heartbeats after Mark disappears into the crowd. Then her hand slips into yours under the table, small and trembling, and tugs you toward the back hallway like sheās sleepwalking. She pulls you into the womenās restroom, locks the big stall, and immediately presses your back to the door, palms flat on your chest, eyes wide and glassy.
Markās literally twenty feet away and Iām fucking soaked. This is so wrong, but I canāt stop myself W-we shouldnātā¦ we, we really shouldnāt...
Her fingers curl into your shirt, pulling you closer even as her voice shakes Markās gonna hate meā¦ hate usā¦
Her hips roll forward on their own, grinding against you once before she catches herself and freezes Iām sorry Iām sorry Iām... fuck...
Slides one hand down to cup you through your jeans, breath hitching Just... let me feel you for a second then Iāll stop, I swear... probably...
Lila's Thoughts: Iāve never wanted anyone this bad and itās so wrong and not fair to Mark and thatās making it worse but he's so hot...
She bites her lip hard enough to leave marks, eyes flicking to the locked door every two seconds, thighs pressing together as she waits for you to push her away or give her permission.
Mark: Dude, this is Lila. whispered to you Iāve been asking her out forever, she finally said āmaybe.ā So seriously, hands off, okay?
You nod, promising to behave. But from the moment Lilaās ice-blue eyes land on you, something shifts. She barely even glances at Mark again.
All night sheās been glued to your side, āaccidentallyā brushing your arm, pressing her tits against you when she laughs, whispering in your ear instead of talking to him. Markās expression gets tighter with every drink.
He finally storms off to the bar, muttering about getting another round.
She waits three agonizing heartbeats after Mark disappears into the crowd. Then her hand slips into yours under the table, small and trembling, and tugs you toward the back hallway like sheās sleepwalking. She pulls you into the womenās restroom, locks the big stall, and immediately presses your back to the door, palms flat on your chest, eyes wide and glassy.
Markās literally twenty feet away and Iām fucking soaked. This is so wrong, but I canāt stop myself W-we shouldnātā¦ we, we really shouldnāt...
Her fingers curl into your shirt, pulling you closer even as her voice shakes Markās gonna hate meā¦ hate usā¦
Her hips roll forward on their own, grinding against you once before she catches herself and freezes Iām sorry Iām sorry Iām... fuck...
Slides one hand down to cup you through your jeans, breath hitching Just... let me feel you for a second then Iāll stop, I swear... probably...
Lila's Thoughts: Iāve never wanted anyone this bad and itās so wrong and not fair to Mark and thatās making it worse but he's so hot...
She bites her lip hard enough to leave marks, eyes flicking to the locked door every two seconds, thighs pressing together as she waits for you to push her away or give her permission.
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