"I was completely naked, having just concluded explosive love-making with Celia's older brother, Matt. The problem was, I hadn't expected her to be awake yet."
Hannah and Celia are best friends and college roommates. When Celia's family, the Wills, comes to stay for an exciting weekend, Hannah sleeps with her older brother, a professional athlete named Matt. The next day, the family takes a trip to the zoo, where Matt and Hannah find themselves alone again, playing with fire. Can they keep their passion a secret? Will this new romance last beyond this weekend visit?
This 3800 word story will keep you on the edge of your seat and begging for the final hot installment! It contains mature adult themes, such as sex, masturbation, voyeurism, and oral sex.
Matt scanned the area around us. He leaned in close to me. "Are you crazy?" "What?" I asked, making sure my voice wasn't as wounded as I felt. "We already made one mistake," he said. "I can't let us make two." "You didn't like it?" I asked. "Hannah, of course I liked it," he sighed. "But you're juggling the heart of your best friend. That's my sister. It's just too risky." "Nothing happened," I said. "We're fine. Nobody knows." Matt filled his pockets with his hands and closed his eyes, drawing a deep breath into his chest. "Make it look natural," he said quietly. "Make what look natural?" I asked. "There's a handicapped stall. I will go in first. Then, you come in a few minutes later," he instructed. "Make sure nobody sees you, okay? Nobody." I chewed on my tongue for a minute. "Okay. Nobody will see me." "I'm serious, Hannah," he warned. "This is… This is so crazy." I didn't have a response. He puffed up his cheeks and let the air out slowly as he walked away. The steel door to the bathroom stall closed with a cold click. I pulled my cell phone from my purse and idly browsed my messages while I counted in my head. 43, 44, 45… I wasn't nearly as nervous as Matt seemed to be. Nobody I knew was around. It was such a big city that the chances of getting spotted were slim to none. Why was he so scared? It was unusual for shy, old me to have more courage than a professional daredevil. Clunk. Brush brush. Clunk. The unmistakable sound of a teenage pavement sweeper drew nearer and nearer. I turned my head. In the distance, I saw a young girl in a khaki colored uniform dragging cigarette butts and drinking straws into a plastic dustbin. A thumping disrupted my concentration. It was coming from the handicapped stall. That must have meant he was ready. I ignored the sweeping teen and disappeared behind the metal door. Outside, the placard flipped to a bright red warning. Occupied.