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“Take it, easy man, I was just omw out the door. Where were you playing tonight?” Steven started jingling the keys in his pocket and picked up his phone.

Dan gave a bored reply, “The Republican, it's a jazz gig down in Wilmington.” He had the last of several equipment cases in his arms as he stood in the doorway.

Steven sat on the couch next to Linore and started putting his shoes on. Linore looked up and blew a kiss to Dan, “ Break a leg sweetheart!”

Smiling Dan waves and walked out, letting the door shut behind him. While Steve fumbled with his shoes, working on a knot he had inadvertently caused, he sighed. “I'll get going, I'm sure you want some quiet after putting up with the two of us all afternoon.

Linore shook her head and yawned, betraying how sleepy she was. “Sorry.” Her hands went up to cover her mouth and Steve tried his best not to stare at Lin’s breasts. “You don't have to go Steve, I could put on a movie and just hang. I might fall asleep, if you do, and it's depressing to go to bed at 8pm on a weekend.”

Steve grinned, “Nothing but excitement for you! Remember when we were ten years younger and hitting the bar at all hours?”

“Vaguely.”, she replied.

They were both sitting next to each other on a long couch with cushions that were far too squishy. Steve felt like it was trying to suck him in, especially when he tried to stand up. He leaned back in defeat, kicking off the knotted sneaker.

“Fuck it. I don't feel like driving in the rain anyway.”

Lin turned and bent over the side of the couch, while keeping her legs crossed Indian fashion. When she bent back there was a bottle of vodka in her hand. “Who needs a bar?”

Amused Steve smirked and held out a hand in deference. “You have a compelling point, let me open that. Any glasses?”

“That would require getting up.”

Cracking the metal seal Steve smelled the opening, inhaling the alcoholic fumes. “meh.”

Lin giggled, “Let's rough it then.” Taking the neck of the bottle she tipped it up and drank straight from the pour cap. Some escaped her lips flowing down her cheek. Steve adjusted himself on the couch and swallowed hard.

“Alright then… give me a swig.”he said. She wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist and handed the vodka back. He took a short pull with a long sigh.

Lin and Steve watched the television for a moment, letting the booze settle into place. He glanced over at her and she glanced back. He should have said something but just let a silence stand between them. Lin smiled but didn't say a word and went back to watching the show. He did the same, and every few minutes they passed the bottle between them, each time not saying anything but… glancing. He began to get a little uncomfortable and the minutes stretched out, until he no longer remembered reaching for the bottle.

An hour went by and Steve realized he had drifted off, lulled to sleep by the vodka and overly comfy couch. He looked over at Lin and she had fallen asleep as well, the bottle of vodka tucked neatly between her crossed legs. Afraid it would fall, he leaned over and plucked it out, placing it on the end table beside her.

Without opening her eyes, Lin yawned and fell into his chest. She pushed up, unfolding her legs and slid down to curl herself up on Steve's lap. Steve went rigid and couldn't move, she lay her arms down on his thighs to pillow her head in her hands. Thoughts raced through his inebriated brain, a mix of fear, lust, and imminent danger. She was mistaking him for Dan! Steve tried to think of the most appropriate way to wake her that would be the least offensive, but it was like his neurons had been dipped in glue. Every second she got more comfy, leaned into him, each second became more inappropriate and more intimate… and her hair smelled so good.

No! No, stop thinking… but it was too late. 20,000 years of make programming kicked in and his cock went rock hard. It pushed up the lightweight shorts material and poked Lin right in the back of her head. Steve’s heart went ballistic as the tip of his rod gently rubbed against her. “Oh Shit.” He swore.

Suddenly Lin’s body went ridged and a hand clutched tightly on his leg. A slow, confused voice came from his lap… “Steve?”

“Uh, yeah Lin?”

Lin didn't move, but he could feel her body stiffen. “Is that your penis poking me in the head?”

“Ummm. Sorry?”, it was lame but there was no possible way he could not be hard right now.

Surprisingly, Lin didn't get up, her body relaxed and she let go of his thigh. “I thought you were Dan, I guess I drank too much.” There was a slur to her words and then a quiet sort of purring noise. Steve noticed that Lin had started to move her head back a bit, pushing on his straining member. He shivered and inhaled sharply.

“Steve…”, she whispered.

“Yeah?”, he tried to sound normal. Which was getting very difficult because Lin had now started moving her head back and forth, slowly running the length of his cock through the shorts. It was as if a lightning bolt was coursing through his balls, his thoughts turned primitive.

“Steve have you ever thought about us… you know….”

“Maybe…” he gritted his teeth as the pressure increased. Lin was really leaning back into him now and rolling herself around in circles, taunting him, encouraging him on. “Lin, you… Dan would kill me.”

She stopped. In a second, she turned around and looked at Steve with smokey eyes. Lin had never stared at him like that before, he would have remembered. That gaze held a secret lust... a quiet need, that had gone unquenched for far too long. With one hand she pushed back the leg of his shorts and lay her bare cheek on his muscles. The incredible softness made him inhale again and then groan. Lin kissed his thigh, leaving a little wet peck, he shivered. Lin placed her hand down on him… and Steve thought he'd leave his body. Groaning louder, he didn't care what Dan thought anymore.

Lin ran a thumb along the underside of his cock, which might as well have been bare for all the protection his shorts afforded. She continued to whisper, “Dan doesn't touch me anymore. We don't even sleep in the same beds.”

Steve looked down through the haze of pleasure and saw tears in her eyes. “I... won't tell him. I… should tell him. Geez, you're making it hard to think.”

“Did I marry the wrong person?”

Steve dragged his mind back to what was happening. Forced himself up, out of the couch, pushing Lin aside. “Fuck!” He stood panting, he felt as if steam was coming out of his pores. A great raging emotion bellowing forth, rolled through his body. “You can't just say things like that Lin!”

She cried out, curled up in a fetal position and shoved her face into the cushions. Great heaving tears came out of her.

Steve’s anger was still there, but deep concern lanced into Steve’s heart, while his cock wanted something entirely different. He was torn by emotions, but decided to sit down next to her and pat her back. “Stop, Lin. It's OK… we all have weak moments.” She did not stop, but continued to wail, letting out her frustration and dread of what repercussions night might fall out from what just happened. They stayed like that until the wracking sobs subsided.

Lin turned, her eyes puffy from tears, her long brown hair disheveled. Steve’s heart went out to her, Lin was a great friend and he'd had no idea that Dan was making her so unhappy. He hugged her and allowed her to use him for support.

Lin cleared her throat, “I feel really bad about this, I'm sorry Steve.”

“It'll be OK. We can make it right, nothing really happened.”

“Yes it did Steve.”

At the memory, Steve’s cock went hard again and he mentally kicked himself for thinking about it. Lin was all over him, her breasts pressing against his body, her hair under his nose, arms clutching, hands pulling at his shirt. He really needed to get out of this house, before something else happened.

He made to pull away and stand, Lin moved her arms to allow him up, but then placed both hands on his ram rod cock. Steve’s legs fell out from under him, he collapsed back onto the couch in shock. “Hey…” he struggled to say but in another second, hot, soft hands pulled the waist strap of his shouts down. In another second Lin had gripped him and placed him inside her mouth. Steve’s nerves exploded in pleasure, rational thought vaporized as she sucked and worked his member. He tried to reach down and stop her, grabbing a handful of hair, yanking her up and off of him. Then he saw her, Lin’s mouth was moist, her eyes wide with surprise then went lidded with pleasure, she panted… It was too much, she was liquid sex and Steve could not deny himself such a wanton fantasy. He let her go, and she went back to pleasuring him, making satisfied little noises between strokes.

In a minute Steve was done, he felt his balls hum, the pump start to thrum, and he came in her so hard it hurt his jaw. For a second he thought he knew what it was like to release his soul, he pushed so much of himself into Lin’s greedy mouth that Steve nearly blacked out.

Lin lay in his lap, afterward, her face on his leg a hand idly stroking his shaft. He was momentarily dazed, running a hand over his brow, trying to shake it off.

“Lin… that was amazing… but very very wrong.”

“It felt right to me.”, she murmured in a sultry voice.

Steve got some of his brain cells working again. “No, this wasn't right.”

“Well… do you want to punish me?”

“What?”, Steve thought he was still delirious.

Lin stood up, readjusted her bra and walked over to the half bath, around the corner. He sat there confused and tucking himself back into his shorts. When she returned, she was carrying a wooden hair brush.

“If you think I've been bad, then punish me.” Lin handed Steve the brush, which he took in confusion.

Without another word Lin bent and pulled her yoga pants down so that they stopped right below her ass cheeks. Then she crawled across his lap, Steve felt her breasts rub across his crotch as they passed. She lay down, presenting her bare bottom to him. He could smell her, how wet she was, how needy. Everything that was logical yelled at him to get up and out but the caveman… It wanted to do just the opposite.

Steve sat up, to get a better angle, and drew his fingertips across her ass cheeks. She shivered and gasped at his touch. With the flat of the brush he gave a short, light, wack to Lin’s backside. She jumped and moaned a bit, which got Steve a little angry. He'd been taken advantage of, he would have to lie to Dan for the rest of his life.

Smack! The rap echoed off the living room walls and left a red mark on Lin’s skin. She hissed in pleasure. Dan thought about coming clean to Dan, telling him what had happened. They would probably come to blows.

Whack!

“”Oh! Ow… fuck.” Lin grimaced but continued to lay on top of him. Her ass flushed, he ran the back of his hand across it, dragging knuckles into the bruise. She twitched and squirmed a bit and he hit her again to make her still. Not too hard, just an authoritative smack that translated as ‘be still’.

Steve thought about the relationship fallout, maybe an eventual divorce, if Dan found out. He despaired at the realization that nothing was ever going to be the same again between them. The sadness made him lose interest and he dropped the hairbrush on her back.

Lin turned around to look at him, then reached down and traced a finger across the tip of his stiff dick. “Don't stop Steve.” Her voice lowered, “I've been a bad girl.”

Using his bare hand he slapped Lin’s butt, again. She whimpered. Again, and she moaned. Again, and she simpered. She melted into him, molding her body across his lap, her bones going to jelly, her face pressed into the cushions beside him.

With each, percussive, strike, she grew wetter. Steve could see the moisture being absorbed by Lin’s panties. They were just barely covering her, light blue and stretched tight between her thighs. Steve couldn't resist, he reached and pulled them down so that he had access.

Lin gasped and said his name, but didn't protest. In fact her butt wiggled upward, seeking his touch as he traced two fingers around the circumference of one cheek. Exploring, he slipped his hand passed the hollow curve, meeting damp, fuzzy, warmth.

Steve felt Lin shudder, and she whined a little as if a child denied a toy. He played with her folds, running fingers along her pussy, discovering the shape of her. When he had found the clit he took three fingers and began to gently rub the little protective canoe while plunging his thumb deeply into her pussy.

Lin began to writhe, pushing her ass into Steve's hand, as he rubbed and plunged into her at the same time. Using his free hand, he smacked her again, eliciting a sharp cry. Steve’s fingers grew even slicker as he worked her pleasure, punctuated by pain. Lin panted, gasped, cried out his name, gritted her teeth and in a few minutes, came with a keening noise.

Her body couldn't stop clenching at his thumb, as he slowly withdrew. Lin asked him not to go, not to stop touching her, but he was unable to sit in this position any longer. His cock was so hard he thought it might fall off, and as he got up the tip poked out of the top of his shorts. Lin lay there in a daze, unwilling to cover herself, damp ass exposed.

Then the door opened and in walked Dan.

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