I stepped into my neighbor’s dimly lit room, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and something darker. He sat at the edge of the bed, looking up with surprise and desire. We’d shared flirty glances and playful teasing over our fence for months, but tonight, I decided to take things further. I pushed him down onto the mattress, straddling him, feeling a thrill at the way his breath hitched.
“Guess who decided to surprise you? Did you think I wouldn’t show up?” I whispered, my lips grazing his ear. His eyes widened as I pinned his hands above his head, taking control. Slowly, I slid him inside me, savoring the tension as I began to move, grinding my hips. His moans filled the room, and he came quickly, a stammered apology escaping his lips. But I wasn’t done. I kept riding, pushing him over the edge again and again, losing myself in the pleasure.
But now, as I sit here writing this, there’s a twist to the story: he’s marrying my best friend next month. They had just started dating when this happened, and I haven’t told her. It was a moment of reckless passion that I can’t take back.
I still remember the rush, the happiness I felt, thinking I’d won some silent game we’d been playing. But now, the secret eats away at me. I don’t know if I can keep it locked away or if I should come clean and risk losing a friend, and maybe him too, forever.