Mistakes and Bad Deeds

Lorna genuinely laughed at his words and she shook her head sometimes before hopping off and leaving with him. The girl curled an arm around his waist when they walked. "You're terrible." She mumbled playfully, tugging his shirt once. "I can't wait to tear that stupid shirt off you." It didn't take long for them to reach her place and she opened up for him, showing him her apartment. "It's not really big, but I like it." The place was decorated slightly, base colors being dark blue and yellow, with a lot of black elements. The smaller woman kick off her heels and moved up to Blake, staring up at him while her hands found his chest. "You sure about this?"

Her comment made him give her ass a sharp little smack right as they walked down the street. "I'd like that. Do I always get to tear yours off?" he asked her softly in a tone that was almost menacing. She didn't know how game he was for them to literally tear at each other's clothes to get to each other. The apartment was about what he expected, though he was still having trouble tearing his eyes off of her. "Hey, anyone who can afford an apartment these days has something to celebrate," he said with a grin. When she moved close again, his large hands gave her hips a firm squeeze, his fingertips digging into her ass. She forced him to think about how this did betray his best friend as he searched her eyes to see if she had second thoughts. "Why, you having cold feet?" he asked softly, wanting to respect if she was uncertain.

"I do," she nodded. Not well, I might add, but she would do her best. She hopped in with Junior to help set up the next round.

"You're going to do fine, just trust yourself. I do," he told her sweetly before giving a little hug. The other guys laughed and teased at this, but with the cups set up Junior took a shot and got it right into the first cup. "See? No problem," he said as he looked at her.

Terra considered his challenge for a moment. “Why? You scared of a little competition?” She eyed him with a raised brow, studying him slightly. Her seriousness faded quickly as she laughed a little. She knew her limitations; and she was not great at beer pong. She knew he'd probably kick her ass. "I'm down to be your teammate. I'm not that good though, so I'm hoping you can carry the team," she admitted, taking another sip of her drink.

A game had just finished up, so he lead her over to the table and offered the guys who won that he'd help set up another round. "You do know how to play, right?" he asked Terra.

“Uh Tommy?” She asked quietly as he pulled away, the kiss felt electric, she’d never had sparks like that with any of her ex boyfriends before. “You guess? Do you want me to come with you?” She’d never kissed someone before and had then run away straight after either so this was something new.

"I, no, I do. I just," he responded in frustration, "This isn't at all how would have liked anything like this to happen for us. Even if I did want it." That felt like a big confession considering how he had kept his feelings hidden for so long. "So yes, I want you to come to me room with me. To be with you and only you," he continued.

the divorce had left her hopeless. each day felt like an unending cycle of reminders that she was undesirable—a sentiment that clung to her like a shadow. she tried to shake it off—she donned her brightest smile, dressed in clothes that hugged her curves, and even attempted to flirt in bars, but after so many years of being the dutiful wife, slipping back into the persona of a single woman was proving to be more complex than she had anticipated. then came her neighbor. at first, the interest had been a flicker, barely a spark, ignited by shy smiles and timid greetings in the elevator. but soon it blossomed into something more—something she hadn’t felt in a long time. a warmth spread through her at the mere thought of him, igniting a part of herself she feared had gone cold for good. he was handsome, with a kind smile and the kind of laughter that made her heart flutter. each small conversation felt like a push against the walls she had built around herself. just a few days later, emboldened by a sudden surge of courage—or maybe just desperation—hana found herself pacing in front of her bathroom mirror, wrestling with her reflection. was she really going to do this? the anticipation made her stomach twist in knots. the long coat she slipped on was a shield, hiding the red lingerie underneath that made her feel both powerful and vulnerable. she had spent ages picking it out and it was all worth it. it was a blur of lips and hands and skin being uncovered as though they were combusting together, she didn't even take her lingerie off before he plunged his cock deep inside her wet hole. hana had to say her sex life had gone stale, at best, but as he maneuvered her and slipped into a position where she could feel him fill her up to the hilt, her moan was louder. "i never did anything like this," she looked over her shoulder at him, moving her hips up and down to make him slide in and out of her.

When she knocked on his door one night with a look of need on her face, he gladly let her in. After the coat dropped and he saw the way the red lingerie clung to her gorgeous curves he looked at her with shock and formed an impressive tent as his cock quickly sprung to life down the leg of his slacks. The kiss she gave him was gladly returned as he allowed his hands to explore her body in ways that he had only dreamed of. They made their way to his bedroom and worked together to get his clothes off only for her to take his meaty cock into her pussy right away. Junior held her ass with both hands as he helped her rise up and down on his length. "Th-that's okay. Me neither," was the first thing he said when she walked inside, "I... I've always liked you." It felt like the confession was long past due by that point.

Lorna smirked softly at his words. "Of course, sir - I'll be your little doll. Right at your service." She played with a roll of her eyes, chuckling then softly. Her lips parted when his hands reached between her thighs, small gasp pressed to his lips. "You can come to my place." Lorna mumbled, pulling back at the kiss. "It's a small apartment just around the corner." the girl pecked his lips a short time before she got off the bar stool and pulled his hand. Lorna simply put her card up to the bartender to pay for her drinks and then returned her gaze to Blake. "Don't try and pay for my drinks. You can buy me a late birthday present, anything." She teased with a wink before she started pulling him along with her and out of the bar to walk a short time.

Her playfulness continued to draw her in. Blake had a habit of losing control when passion took over and thought he'd give her a heads up, but it was also clear that she wasn't quite like other women in a way that was very exciting. "Your place will work," he said with a grin as he reached for his wallet, only for her to deny him. "I'll get you something nice. You deserve it. Maybe I'll even get some ideas tonight," he said with a nod and a shrug, "Like do you need a crock pot or anything?" It was mostly a joke, but he wanted to keep himself from being too obvious. Regardless, he gladly followed her out, with his hand giving her ass a squeeze and staying there on the way.

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“Oh come on Tommy!” Felicia knew this party probably wasn’t the most exciting thing in the world for him and she hated that they always got dragged along to their fathers things but at least they had each other right? “It’s like the law of mistletoe that you have to kiss… you don’t want wanna like upset the balance of things right?” With each word, Felicia had gotten closer to her best friend. The intention to was kiss him but she still couldn’t tell if he wanted that.

Junior gave her an uncertain and bashful look. The practically grew up together with their dad's being old friends and she had always been important to him. It was only natural of him to have had a crush on her for years, which was made all the more awkward by the pressure that he felt from his dad always trying to nudge him to make a move. "I just... I figured this kind of thing is more for couples these days," he said with a shrug. His eyes studied her face and lips as she moved closer. "I-I never thought you'd want to kiss me, anyhow," he responded, not denying his own interest.

"Thanks." She accepted the cup with a smile, not hesitating to take a sip. He was right, the rum punch was pretty good. "Oh, thank you. I thought about ditching but I figured I deserved a night off." She smiled again, something deep down fluttered at his compliment. Terra took a glance around the kitchen, blue eyes landed on a table set up with many cups. She returned her gaze to Junior. "Do you want to play a game?" she asked, gesturing to the table.

"Yeah, of course. I'm sure you work almost as hard as I do," he said with a kind smirk. It was meant as a compliment that she was smarter and didn't need to put in as much effort as he. Junior was surprised that she took interest in the game, giving a shrug. "Okay, sure, but I'm pretty good at these kinds of things. Maybe we should be on a team together rather than compete for once?" he suggested, implying he'd beat her otherwise.

“Mhmm, I did.” She nodded with a soft smile, feeling a little awkward about the whole situation. She never really knew how to talk to Junior without being kind of a dick. But she was doing her best to be polite. “Yes please,” Terra smiled brightly. Her pre-drink had worn off and she was in dire need of another.

It was nice to see her smile at him for once. It made his unlikely crush on her intensify, particularly when she acted so nice afterwords as well. "Great, coming right up," he said with a sweet little grin. There was a large bowl of a premade rum punch that he made them both a cup of before turning back to the blonde. "Here, it's not bad. I already had one," he explained, "You look really nice tonight. I'm glad you came."

The party was in full swing by the time she rolled in. You could hear the music from down the street. She tried to slip in unnoticed, quickly making a beeline for the kitchen to get herself a drink.

Junior decided to head to the kitchen for a refill when he finally saw her there looking cuter than ever. The drink he had was stronger than expected and the buzz certainly enhanced all his thoughts and feelings at the moment. "Hey," he said with that cute smile of his as he approached, "You made it. That's cool." Clearly he had no idea what to say or do in the situation. "I said I'd get you a drink, want me to pour it for you?" he offered.

"Promise you won't poison it?" Terra quipped, only kidding. Mostly. "Yeah, you too."

That night, he made the effort to get dressed up in a nice buttoned down shirt and slacks. He even tried some cologne his dad gave him to try to impress people. As frustrating as she was, his thoughts were on Terra, wondering how she may have dressed. Yet he arrived first and felt a little deflated that she wasn't there. In the meantime, he accepted a drink from someone and began to make small talk.

She hadn't even really considered going to be honest; she was planning on staying in to finish her paper. But something about the way he had laid it all out for her made her kind of want to go. Perhaps to spite him. Or maybe she just realized she needed a night off. But she didn't want to fight with him, so she agreed to his proposal. "Yeah, sure, whatever you say."

Hearing that she would come and might be nicer gave him a hopeful little smile. "Oh, great. Maybe I'll get you a drink when I see you?" he offered sweetly as a peace offering, "Anyhow, I will see you there. Have a nice day, okay?"