A TASTE OF SIN

CHAPTER ONE

Chapter 1

It was absurd to think about my mom's best friend the way I did. I knew it, my brain screamed at me, but my body had a mind of its own. He was twice my age, and he was my mother's BEST FRIEND. That should have been enough to stop me, but it wasn't. From the way he looked at me while dragging his eyes all over my body, the tiny smirk that never seemed to leave his face made it impossible to think straight. I hated how my n*****s hardened every time he stood close, even when I tried to act normal.

The way he moved, every casual glance in my direction made me feel the grip I had on my sanity slip away. I had to remind myself time after time that nothing could happen. Nothing should happen.

Still, I couldn't stop noticing him. From the way his shoulders filled the doorway, that tiny curl of his lips when he smirked, the lines at the corners of his eyes that made him look older but somehow dangerous. His hair, slightly messy and dark, and his sharp jawlines made him impossible to ignore. Even his big hands always left me wondering what they could do to my body without knowing why.

And then there was his voice, deep, calm and teasing. It made my body heat up even when he was talking about the simplest things, like his coffee or about football, which made my chest squeeze in ways I hated.

I turned to face the mirror, trying not to focus on him, and stared at my own reflection. My honey brown eyes stared back at me, wide and full of emotions I wasn't supposed to feel. My wavey hair rested loosely over my shoulders, and my body... My body seemed to have its own plans, reacting to him in ways that made me feel frustrated and guilty all at once. I kept telling myself to look away, to act normal. I could hear my raging heartbeat as I tried to focus on anything else, the cute, tiny prints on my laptop I never knew it had, the mug I always left there on that table unattended. But he was always there, I could see his smirk from the corner of my eye like he already knew all my secrets.

Hiding it was frustrating, confusing, and entirely my fault. My body betrayed me every single time he was around, and my mind refused to cooperate. I hated that I wanted him to notice me, that I imagined him touching me in ways I wasn't supposed to think about. But it was there, impossible to ignore.

I've been dreaming about him touching and playing with my body, then finger f*****g me senseless, and eating my p***y, but this morning....

This morning, it was more intense than it has ever been since he started living with us.

He took my mum to the airport, and I decided to take advantage of the time we had to spend alone to get him to finally f**k my virgin p***y and fulfill my darkest desires, while waiting for him to come home.

I went into my bathroom to get a clean shave and take my shower but I swear I heard his voice whispering beside my ear as he dropped trails of kisses on my neck telling me how he'd take me over the sink and and f**k me till I can't walk properly while sliding his thick c**k over my juices as he used his hand to play with my t**s. And I touched myself as I imagined him doing all those things you me. In no time, I felt my arousal dripping down my thighs as I rubbed my c**t and used my free hand to massage my t**s till my knees started shaking and I felt the pressure of my anticipated orgasm, and it only made me squeeze my tit's harder and pinched my cunt till I came. With my eyes bearly open, I leaned against the wall and turned the shower on to clean myself up.

It took every ounce of willpower to pull out of my dirty thoughts, and I finally got out of the shower with my p***y still aching for his touch despite just having an orgasm and getting out of the shower.

I need to get this today, or I might go crazy!!!.

I walked to my bed with my thoughts still very clouded, then I picked out a really revealing sundress that showed my full figure and the fullness of my t**s and curvy hips, then I slipped into it without wearing any bra or panties, so resisting me would be much more difficult.

I went to the sitting room to wait while pretending to be on my phone. I was listening for any sounds that would give me a signal that he was home. Then he finally came back, I got up and went to stand in front of him then slowly slid the strap of my dress down till my n*****s were almost all out while looking him straight in the eyes then at his pants; I noticed the huge bulge of his c**k and it made me squeeze one of my n*****s silently wishing for him to lift me off the floor and take me right on the sofa because it was obvious that he liked what was in front of him but what I didn't expect was for him to snap.

"Yvonne! What the hell is wrong with you?"

Then all of a sudden, realization hit me, my cheeks burned as if someone had just pressed hot iron against my skin, and the heat seemed to spread all the way up to my ears. I could feel the warmth creeping down my neck, making me sweaty and restless. My heart pounded painfully in my chest. My hands, sweaty and shaking, as if trying to cover my shame. The room felt smaller, and I felt like I was running out of breath; the walls seemed to lean in closer, judging me silently. I could taste the metallic tang of panic on my tongue, and every breath felt shallow and imbalanced. My stomach twisted with humiliation, and a dizzying rush of heat made my vision blur at the corners. I wanted to vanish, to sink into the floor and disappear, but all I could do was stand rooted to the floor, totally consumed by the unbearable glow of embarrassment. So I hurried back to my room and slammed the door.