After Hours: Her Secret, His Visceral Desire

Jason sat on a weathered wooden bench, his elbows propped on his knees as he talked to her. His voice was low and smooth, carrying the confident tone of a man who had always gotten what he wanted. She listened to him, nodding occasionally and throwing him amused glances. But her eyes never left his face, watching him with the same mix of compersion and calculation that had always driven him crazy.

Their friendship had always had a sexual edge. In high school, their secret meetings in the woods had been a blur of throbbing dicks and dripping pussies. But after college, she had settled down, married, and started a family. Jason had moved on, building a successful business empire while she had remained in their sleepy hometown. Until tonight.

She finished pouring his drink and set the cup down on the table, her fingers brushing against his hand for just a second. The touch sent a bolt of electricity through his body. He had never let himself get hard in her presence, not since the night she had promised him exclusivity when he was just a horny teenager. But seeing her with another man, knowing that her body was probably responding to his advances just as it had always responded to his own, was driving him crazy.

She walked back inside, giving him one last, pointed look over her shoulder before closing the screen door. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. Tonight was his night. He could let down his guard for a little while longer.