Forbidden Temptations (A Collection of Steamy, 18+ Tales)

Went down

MICHELLE PEYTON

I knew Lonnie was a spineless soggy whimpy man-child but I never imagined he would be incapable of f*****g.

It had been going great until the very last minute when his d**k went completely limp never to rise again. The bastard literally died on us. Every effort to bring it back to life proved futile.

He had slept on the couch leaving me to have the bed which didn't matter because I couldn't sleep. I even considered murdering him as he slept. It was a miracle I didn't. The next morning I left just as the sun came out.

I'd never felt so infuriated in my entire life. Different thoughts found their slimy way into my mind. The worse kind of thoughts. The "what if's".

What if seeing my naked body put him off? What if I was just so unattractive that he couldn't get hard? What if it was all my fault? What if my attempts to make him hard were all sloppy?

By the time I got to my room, I'd worked myself into a state. I needed to talk to someone about what had happened and the only person I could think of was Corey. She was the only friend I had and she was also my roommate.

Corey came to the room later that evening. By that time I had a detached look on my face having drawn deeper into depression.

She had been on the roof smoking again. I told her about what had happened with Lonnie. She laughed for the most part.

"It's not funny, Corey." I sighed.

Corey laughed some more. I had to bite my lips and struggle to control my frustration until she was done laughing and then she said, "Trust me it's funny. And I'm sure you think it's your fault."

"But what if it is?" I said in a drawl.

"It isn't."

"But-"

"No buts." She held a finger up. "Lonnie was an insignificant f**k and now you see it too."

Corey was right. She had warned me about dating him. She saw him as nothing but a shell of a man who didn't deserve a real woman. I should have listened to her.

"There's one more thing," I said, remembering my latest obsession.

She edged closer sitting comfortably in her signature crossed-leg manner. "This feels like it would be juicy."

I nodded. It's juicy alright. Student daydreams about f*****g her substitute econ lecturer. Boy, oh boy!

"You know how I get weird sexually induced fantasizes from time to time about guys I wish I could get but never get?"

She nodded with a sly grin.

"Well. It happened yesterday in class." I said.

Corey's eyes glowed. She was going to cut my arm out and beat me to death with the limb if I didn't spill the beans.

"C'mon, who's the guy?"

I took a deep breath. "The substitute professor, Mr. Willis."

I was expecting several reactions from Corey, pure shock being on top of the list but a knowing smile and a nod was how she reacted shocking me instead.

"You're not the only one." She said still smiling.

I moaned. "Obviously. You should see him, Corey. He's beautiful!"

She nodded again.

There was something she knew and wasn't telling me yet. I knew I didn't need to ask because she was going to tell me about it. Corey and I have been friends for a long time.

It took longer than I expected but she eventually told me about meeting Jean Harrison on the roof. She told me about Jean's confession of having been rejected by Mr. Willis and how it had broken the poor girl. I didn't pity her.

Corey told me she had managed to get Jean's fire lit once again and that she was going to keep trying until she gets Mr. Willis wrapped around her finger.

It was a lot of information for me to process at that moment. I had to applaud Jean for being fearless and bold enough to take such a step. I could never see myself doing that. Even the restaurant thing with Lonnie had been pure adrenaline and see how it had gone in the end.

As Corey slept, I stayed up thinking. The more I thought about it, the more I was convinced there was a way to get what we wanted. Jean and I. Alone, I didn't stand a chance but with Jean, there was a possibility.

I slept on the thought as it matured in my mind into a full-fledged bonafide idea.

All I had to do was run it with Jean. That was the hard part. Jean was my rival in every sense of the word. Rivals working together to achieve a common goal isn't unheard of yet I struggled with the thought.

It wasn't until late morning that I dressed up in a plain dress and took the elevator to the floor where I knew Jean's room would be.

Twice I got to the door, took a deep breath but walked away letting my nerves get the better of me.

The third time, I was sure I'd knock but I just walked past the door heading in the other direction.

This is stupid! Just knock and get it over with for crying out loud…

I turned around with new courage and walked to the door. My knuckles rested on the polished oak panel ready to make contact but a last-minute hesitation made me run in the other direction without looking ahead I rammed into a sweaty body.

We both went down.

"I'm so sorry," I said keeping my head low.

The girl I'd run into cursed heavily but paused as she got up.

"I know you." Her familiar voice said. "Michelle Peyton."

I looked up to see Jean sweaty in her tracksuit. I hadn't considered she went for morning jogs. It's no wonder she had that amazing shape.

"Jean!" I gasped nervously. "I was just about to see you."

She raised a brow. "Really?"

"I have a proposition you're going to want to hear."