EroticReverie

 I pulled up to the apartment building, and then drove even further down the street, to make sure not to park right in front of his building. I didn’t need anyone driving by and seeing my car outside. I was paranoid. I rolled my eyes at the stress this situation was already causing me. I sighed and pulled out my phone.

“I’m here. I’m parked a few buildings down. Can you meet me outside?” I texted him.

It was 10pm, and it was dark, and his apartment wasn’t in the greatest part of town. Something I hadn’t noticed when he charmed me into going home with him last week.

“Be right down.”

I sat in my car till I saw the front door to his building open and saw him walk down the few steps to the sidewalk and look both ways, looking for me. I opened my car door, and shivered in my grey sweatshirt and jeans. I was so uncomfortable, I did not want to talk anymore. I had changed my mind. I should not have come. I shut my car door anyways, and locked it and walked down the side walk towards him, and he walked down towards me.

“Hey” he smiled.

Why was he smiling? This was no time to smile! I forced a polite smile back and kept walking as he turned around and we both walked back towards his door in silence.

He opened the door for me and we both walked up the set of stairs to the second floor where his apartment was.

He turned his door knob and pushed open the door , stepping in, holding the door, letting me inside. I looked around, and felt my stomach turn again. Looking at the couch that we had started making out on that night , the floor that had our clothes littered all over it as we undressed each other on the way to his bedroom. The small kitchen table where we sat the next morning while I waited for my uber, where he actually fed me breakfast. I groaned.

“I shouldnt have come here...we should have met somewhere.” I said.

He scratched his head. “Yeah, maybe it wasn’t the best place.” His eyes seemed to be surveying the same spots , thinking about the things we did last time I was here.

I shook my head and set my keys in the dish on the table near his door and shrugged.

“Oh well....it’s whatever...” I began to kick my shoes off, and he slid his off too.

“Do you want a drink or anything?” he asked me and I thought about it. I wanted about ten drinks.

“I’m going to need one.” I said, and he laughed slightly and nodded and agreed.

“Me too, I’ve already had a few. “ he said shaking his head and grabbing a glass.

“I have beer, vodka, tequila, whiskey, and your sister has some wine in the fridge” he said.

Not wine , I thought. I wasn’t about to have something else that belonged to my sister in my mouth.

“Whatever you’re having.” I said.

“Whiskey?” he said surprised.

I shrugged. I really didn’t care at this point. I just needed something to make dealing with our secret problem easier.

He poured a couple shots worth into the glass and handed it to me, and poured himself the same. He lifted his glass.

I rolled my eyes. Why was he cheersing me? Is this guy for real?

And as if he could read my mind he shook his head.

“Yeah, sorry dont know what we have to cheers to right now. “ He lifted his glass and took a drink, I lifted mine and drank the entire amount, making a face and noise of disgust as I slammed it down on the counter and shook my head.

I coughed and looked to him and pointed to the glass letting him know I needed more.

He poured the same amount again, and I quickly drank it, making the same face, same noise and slamming it back down again, and coughing again.

“Augh that stuff is terrible” I said.

He took a sip of his. “Takes some getting used to.” he said and set his glass down.

I almost immediately felt the flush in my cheeks, and felt warmer, pulling on the front of my hoodie, letting air circulate through it.

“Fuck.” I said. “That stuff is gross.”

He laughed a little. “Did you want a soda?”

I nodded and he grabbed me a soda from the fridge, opening it for me and handing it to me as I chugged on it, trying to clear the taste from my mouth.

I held up my finger. “One more”

He laughed slightly and shook his head as he poured more into the glass.

If I was going to spend the next hour or however long talking to him about what the hell we were going to do, and how fucked up this all was...I needed to be drunk.

I licked my lips as some of the whiskey dripped on them as I lowered the glass back to the counter after drinking it down again, grabbing the soda and chasing it down.

I nodded. “Okay...let’s talk.”

He grabbed his bottle of whiskey and both of our glasses and walked out to the living area where he only had the couch, which was pretty much a love seat and could only sit two people, a coffee table and an entertainment center.

He sat down on the loveseat while setting the bottle and glasses on the coffee table. I took a sip of my soda and set it down and standing up straight looked over to him as he leaned back on the loveseat and sighed, again lifting his hands to his face. I hate imagining it, but I was picturing us sitting just like this the other night, before he pulled me ontop of him, straddling him, making out with him, grinding his cock with his hands up my dress. My stomach turned. Maybe from the thought of it, maybe from the whiskey. I couldnt tell, but what I could tell is maybe the third portion of whiskey was a bit too much, and I was probably better off with one or two.

“I just first want to say , I’m sorry. I know I put you in a terrible position with your sister... and I know it’s no excuse...but I really DON’T cheat...I won’t lie and say it was the first time I’ve ever cheated on someone, because I did when I was your age....but...I havent since. “ he said. And I believed him, he seemed genuinely distressed, genuinely upset and ashamed as he sat up and leaned forward, elbows on his knees and head his hands.

Since you were my age? I thought to myself. I was 19 and he was only 26...maybe 27....I couldnt remember what he told me at the bar.

“Well.....” I started and looked for something to say, and saw him lift his head up and look up at me. I looked to him and shrugged.

“I really don’t know what to say....or what we’re supposed to do at this point...” I said. “All I know is....we can’t ever tell her....we can’t tell anyone....ever” I said. He nodded.

“Definitely not.” he said.

“If you ever tell her, I swear to god” I said.

“I wont! Trust me! I wont!” he said shaking his head.

“Im just saying..if you two break up...you better not use the fact you fucked her little sister as a weapon for words. “ I said glaring at him, letting him know I meant it.

He shook his head. “I’d never do that.”

I sighed. “This is so messed up.”

He sighed too. “I know.”

Then a thought occurred to me. “So wait...if you “never” cheat...then why do it...why do it with some girl you met at the bar?” I looked to him.

He shrugged.

“Really?” I asked. “You dont know , you have no excuse what so ever for cheating on my sister?”

“I mean I could tell you, but you wouldnt want to hear it. “ he mumbled.

“Oh no..I’d LOVE to hear it...I’d love to hear your reasoning for something that fucked both our lives up...” I said raising my eyebrow.

He sighed and shook his head at the attitude I was giving him, knowing he missed the civil, cordial me, from 5 minutes ago.

“I just felt something” he shrugged.

“You FELT something?” I said in a tone that let him know that wasn’t a good enough explanation and that I was expecting him to give me a better reason.

He sipped his whiskey again and set it down on the table and looked to me.

“When I saw you at the bar...i felt something....when we talked....what I felt was stronger...I dont know what it is....I just feel something... I had to have you.” he said looking at me and I gulped.

I realized his use of present tense.

“what it IS? ...FEEL?.....what do you mean?” I asked, not sure I wanted him to answer.

He looked at me tilted his head and lowered his shoulder as if to beg me not to make him say it.

“I know it’s messed up...I know that I should be focused on trying to put it behind us, and forget it, and to not bring it up...to hash it out and then move on....but...fuck... I’m glad I got to see you again....even if it was while finding out you were my girlfriends little sister.” He shook his head as if he knew he should stop himself.

“I know it was a one night stand for you...” he said. “but I wanted to ask for your number...I wanted to break the rules.....I wanted to have you again, I wanted to..” he continued and cut him off.

“Shut up...stop...stop it..” I said and now I was the one with my elbows on my knees and head in my hands.

“God damnit Jeff” I said shaking my head in my hands are growling in frustration.

“I’m sorry....you asked....” he said.

I stood up and began pacing back and forth shaking my head.

“I know it’s wrong...and i know it probably makes me a terrible guy....but I cant stop wanting you....and its been driving me crazy since I saw you at your house today....” he said.

“Shut up!” I said and turned to look at him throwing my hands down at my sides. “Just shut the fuck up Jeff!” I said looking at him.

“I know im not supposed to, but I cant help it... “ He said standing up and grabbing my hand to keep me from pacing and I pulled it away.

I knew what he meant. I knew what he FELT that night, because I’d felt it too. But when I left that next morning, I figured I’d never see him again. We didn’t exchange numbers, because we both played it “cool”, apparently neither of us wanting to admit that it felt like more than just a one night stand.

I glared at him as he grabbed my hand.

“Im sorry” he said. “I thought you felt it too...”

“Well... i...DID....” I said and pulled my hand again. “But once I saw you walk through the front door of my home, with my sister on your arm, I cant say that I felt it then!” I yelled.

“Then i’m a terrible person....because after the initial panic of the situation...all I could think about was that night....about you...about how I undressed you from here to my bedroom...and how I wanted to do it again.” he said this time his hand reaching for my waist,

He pulled me into him and the whiskey in me was making it hard to do the right thing.

“Jeff, dont do this...” I said looking up at him.

He lifted his other hand up behind my neck.

“Tell me you dont feel that...” he said looking into my eyes.

“I dont feel anything” I said.

“Youre lying....” he said and I sighed as he brushed his lips against mine, teasing me, to see if my lips would follow his, and they did.

“Jeff we cant do this” I said as his mouth went to my neck and he kissed it. I closed my eyes as his tongue dragged up my neck.

“I need you.” he said in my ear, and I let him lift my sweat shirt up , and I lifted my arms as his mouth went to mine as he was still lifting my sweatshirt up over my arms, letting it fall and then his hands grabbing at my waist again his hands now fumbling with the bottom of the white spaghetti strapped tank top I had on underneath.

“Jeff...” I said my hands pushing at his chest and his mouth left mine and went back to my neck.

“Let me take you to my bedroom...” he whispered in my ear. I bit my lip, the whiskey was ruining that moral compass I had earlier, that was making me hate this man.

I didn’t protest as I felt him lean down and scoop me up into his arms like a princess, as I looked to him and let my mouth reach for his as he carried me , our mouths on one anothers, kissing as he carried me to his bedroom.

He laid me down on the bed, my heart was beating fast and I had two voices in my head screaming back and forth at one another. You can’t excuse it this time..last time you had no idea he was your sisters boyfriend...and now you do...and now your letting him continue to undress you. The other voice telling me, he’d already been inside me before, it wouldnt make a difference at this point. He had me in just my panties now and was peeling them off and down my legs, his eyes traveling over every inch of me.

“Jeff...” I said, but it was all I said, because I couldnt find any words, because I didnt have the strength, and I didnt have the desire to stop him in that moment.

He didn’t seem to be having the same internal struggle I was having, as he without hesitation laid himself between my legs, after spreading them open, and brought his mouth to my pussy, kissing it, pushing apart my lips with his thumbs and dragging his tongue right over my clit.

Now I definitely couldn’t stop him. I didn’t stand a chance.