A/N:: This was originally for a friend's story, because he was too nervous to write a sex scene. I thought it sounded better with out names so I wrote it entirely with pronouns.

So the story is this guy has a girlfriend but he's cheating on her basically. He comes back from a formal date with her and has his mistress come over.

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I walked into his bed room and sat down. Why was I there? It was late,
and I knew something was going to happen... This is what worried me
so. I looked away from him, and he stroked my shoulders. I was
becoming slightly nervous. I knew I wanted it, and him, and he wanted
me, but we just couldn't keep this up. Eventually she'd find out and
we'd both be in trouble. His hand slowly slid from my shoulder down
towards my chest and I jumped.

"Are you okay?" He asked moving from behind me to in front. "We don't
have to do this."

I stared at him, deep in thought. If I said 'I want to stop.' I would
regret it deeply. I've been waiting weeks for this... for another time
when we could be alone...
But if I went along with this then I'd be hurting her. Were my needs
more important? I felt myself nod, and his face come so close to mine.
He didn't kiss me. He just slid his hands in my blouse. I took in a
deep breath, his fingers were so cold, but I didn't care. They rose up
my ribs and near my breast, but as I already knew from experience, he
takes his time and was saving them for later.

I slipped my hands to the buttons of his shirt and undid them as fast
as I could. I could feel him breathing, warmly against my lips, I
wasn't going to be able to hold back for long. It was too late to back
out now, I'd gone too far and wouldn't be able to stop. I opened his
shirt and rubbed his chest. He's so muscular, I couldn't wait any
longer, he was too close to my face for me to hold back. I pulled one
of my hands out from under his torso, to behind his head. I didn't
have to push it hard, he willing moved forward and out lips sank into
each other. No matter how many times we've done this, each time it
feels better than the last. I slid my tongue into his mouth; he tasted
so good.

Finally he decided the time was right and slipped his hands high into
my shirt. He cupped my bra and squeezed, making me moan through our
kiss. My head had gone back and broke it, I heard him laugh.

"You'll never get used to that, will you?" He chuckled, now kissing my neck.

My left hand was playing with his hair, my right gripping his chest.
He removed his hands from my top and placed them on either side of me,
lifting his head up over my face. My hand slipped away from his head,
and my other lost grip. They were now lying limply at my side. He
smiled down at me and took my hand.

"Well... are we protected tonight?" He cooed. Thank God I was on the pill.

"As always..." I sighed, happily, closing my eyes.

He then let himself fall down towards me again and licked my lips.
"...open up..." He barely whispered. I just nearly heard him, but even
if I didn't I would have parted my lips. He scooted his knees more
along my sides, to allow him more balance, while his arms were in the
air whipping off his already unbuttoned collar shirt. Once his torso
was completely bare, he slid his arms under my back, making sure to
keep us in a deep kiss to distract us, he clumsily pulled off my baby
doll T. Regretting having to split away from me to get it over my
head, he again quickly locked his lips to mine.

I stopped kissing him for a moment, to catch my breath. Still only a
few centimeters away from me, I was gasping for breath. Of all the
days to have a stuffy nose! His lips were still against mine, and I
felt them curl into a smile.

"Don't worry," He hummed. "I need some time anyway."

And with that his hands slid down to my hips, undoing my jeans and
sliding them, and my panties, off. He didn't pull them off all the
way, like I said he likes to take his time, but stroked my lower
abdomen with his finger tips. My breath became heavier, and he laughed
again. He moved in to kiss me again, but got the side of my mouth.
From there began to move down to my neck again, and then my chest.

The fastener of my bra was in the front, luckily, and he undid it with
his teeth. I quickly pulled my arms through the tiny straps, as to not
waste time. This made him laugh louder than he had at all during the
night.

"In a rush aren't we?" He giggled.

"Maybe.." I teased.

He looked at me, with that seductive grin he gave me anytime he knew I
was going to let him do whatever he wanted with me. He seemed as if he
was trying to distract me from what his hands were doing, but let me
tell you it was pretty hard not to notice. He'd slipped my clothing
down to my knees and with his legs trying to get them off of me
completely. His hands however were trailing my inner thigh,
dangerously close to my entrance.

I couldn't take it anymore, I grabbed his head and jeered it away from
my neck to my face, once again. My other was clinging to the sheets...
or at least I thought it was. Under further investigation I
discovered, we were laying on a towel. This made me giggle, I guess
after last time he decided the clean up was too much.

With my mind occupied with the towel under us, I didn't realize his
finger tips had moved between my legs. I only noticed when they
entered me and he began to push against my walls. I moaned loudly into
his mouth, for we were still locked together. He broke away
momentarily and laughed. His fingers were massaging my insides and I
couldn't continue kissing him with his hands doing that. Using the
hand I had behind his head, I broke away.

He grinned again, against my cheek and moved his fingers faster. It
was driving me crazy. I gripped his neck and my eyes shut in pleasure.

And then... before it was too late, he pulled his fingers out and
wiped them on a dry wash cloth a foot away from my head.

"Wasn't that fun?" He asked licking my ear. He rolled off of me and
onto his side.

I nodded, smiling, rolling over to face him. My hands wandered to the
fastening on his jeans and released them. Still sucking on my ear
lobe, he helped me pull his pants down and off, along with his boxers.
I stroked his hips slowly, until I felt something against my thigh.

"Uh.." I said laughing. Obviously he was ready to finish the job.

"Haha, I know what to do," He rolled me onto my back, splitting my
legs apart, and lowered his hips on top of me.

"Mmmmm, yeah you do!" I moaned again, loudly. He smirked at me.

Before I knew it he was exiting and rolled on his side next to me,
pulling me in the same position. He started to suck on my ear again. I
then wrapped my arms around his waist. I giggled and turned my head
slightly. When I opened my eyes I saw a picture of them together...
immediately the passion died, and I stopped giggling.

He pulled away from my ear and looked at my heart broken expression.
"What's wrong?" He asked, moving the hair out of my face.

"You're not mine..." I sighed.

End

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