#david thompson

It was just a special night, a special night that was supposed to be about friends reuniting with each other for the first time in years, and why is that all of us are now reuniting and what is it for, well tonight is the night before Reuben’s wedding tomorrow. Y/N saw the pics of it all over Instagram on Reuben’s story and the follow up to it, which was essentially everyone posting how they’ve arrived and are getting ready for tonight.

Then there was her, she was honestly surprised she even got the invitation to come considering what happened all those years ago at Dennis’s birthday party. But hey, what’s in the past is in the past, at least this finally gives her an opportunity to finally get out of work and out of her house for a trip she hasn't had in such a long time.

Y/N finally arrived at the place and saw everyone there: Maya, Brooke, Cyrus with Shelby, Nikki, Reuben and then Dennis, She still has beef with him and just wanted to rip his stupid hair off and shave it in his mouth but she didn’t want to upset anyone and especially Reuben so she sucked it up and kept in it for the time being. The party was going alright, they all had drinks and decided to have dinner and it was during the dinner that the tension was slowly building up bit by bit. Everyone went from speaking about their current lifestyle and what they’re currently doing now to now speaking about Forbes.

Y/N nearly choked on your drink at the mention of that name since she haven’t heard that name in such a long time, but this time it hurts even more when everyone started mentioning that night and how he was during that night, It only fueled her frustrations even more with everyone due to how they’re so oblivious and how they’d rather go off false rumours instead of the truth. But luckily enough Shelby was the one to stop it since Y/N heard Maya and Brooke mentioning how Shelby had a crush on him during that time and probably still has one on him till this day.

Y/N couldn’t really blame her since apparently her and Cyrus's relationships have been on the rocks as of recently. But as she was about to say something, there was a loud tapping noise on the window and to everyone’s surprise. It was none other than Forbes Blomquist.

As the front door was swept open, Forbes strolled into the dimly lit room, the scent of aged whiskey and stale cigarette smoke clinging to the air like a familiar embrace. It had been years since he'd last set foot in this dive, but the sticky floorboards and cracked but still kept together household held a strange allure that drew him back like a moth to a flame. He had grown into a man with delicate features and piercing eyes that bore into the soul of anyone who dared to gaze into them. His once boyish charm had transformed into a rugged allure that could make even the most stoic of hearts flutter.

In the corner of the living room near the doorway, the soft glow of a candle flickered against Y/N’s brown skin, illuminating the way her glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. She sat there, looking as stunning as ever, despite the years that had passed. Her curves had filled out even more, and the way her tight dress hugged her body was a silent declaration of confidence and sexuality. He couldn't help but feel his cock twitch in anticipation at the sight of her.

Their eyes met across the crowded room, and for a moment, the chaos of the party fell away. Her heart raced as she recognized him, her mind flooding with memories of their fiery past. She had always been the one to wear her heart on her sleeve, but she had learned to keep her desires in check, especially when it came to Forbes. Yet, she couldn't deny the raw attraction that surged through her as his gaze lingered on her.

As everyone was in the living room doing their own thing aka sitting down, having joints and conversing, Y/N couldn’t handle it that much, the frustrations with everyone mixing with her desire yet depressing lingering feelings with the man that is Forbes. So she decided to get up and told everyone that she’s going to get some fresh air and with that, she got up and left the room to head somewhere else.

This catches Forbes attention since he still has desired feelings for her as well. This made him also get up and make his way out the living room and through the hallways, his presence commanding attention, yet his eyes never left hers. He was walking around the place to find her and there she was, on the balcony with the cold breeze flowing through.

She felt that someone was looking at her and she turned to be correct as it was none other than Forbes. The tension grew with every step he took, a dance of anticipation that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. When he finally reached her, his voice was low, a smoldering whisper that sent shivers down her spine.

"You're looking as beautiful as ever," he said, his eyes sweeping over her.

Y/N swallowed hard, trying to compose herself. "Forbes," she managed, her voice a mix of surprise and something else—longing, perhaps?

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "I've missed you," he murmured. His hand found the small of her back, guiding her to stand. As the cool night air kissed her cheeks, a stark contrast to the heat building between them. Without waiting for a response He turned to face her, his hand moving to cup her cheek. His thumb brushed against her full, plump bottom lip, and she found herself unable to resist the urge to bite it gently.

"You know," he began, his eyes searching hers, "I've thought about that night a lot."

Her pulse quickened, the memory of their passionate encounter playing like a steamy movie reel in her mind. The way he had taken her in his arms, the feel of his body pressed against hers, it was a night she had never forgotten, despite the pain that followed.

"Me too," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the distant thump of the party's music.

Forbes leaned in, his eyes darkening with desire. He kissed her, his lips firm and insistent. Y/N melted into the embrace, feeling the years of pent-up frustration and longing spill over into a torrent of passion. His hand slid down to her waist, pulling her closer as his tongue danced with hers. The balcony rail was cold and unyielding against her back, but she didn't care. All she knew was the heat of Forbes's body against hers, the scent of his cologne, and the taste of whiskey on his breath.

Their kiss grew more intense, their breaths mingling in the night air. Forbes's hand moved up to cradle the back of her neck, his grip firm but gentle. Y/N felt her knees go weak as he deepened the kiss, her glasses fogging up slightly. His other hand roamed her body, cupping her breast and teasing her nipple through the fabric of her dress, making her gasp into his mouth. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

They stumbled back into the house, not caring who might see them, driven by the magnetic pull that had always existed between them. They found themselves in one of the empty guest bedrooms, the door barely clicking shut before they were on the bed. Forbes pulled off her glasses, setting them aside with a gentle touch, and then proceeded to remove her dress. He took in the sight of her, her brown skin glowing in the soft light, her generous curves on full display.

He kissed her again, this time more fiercely, his hand tracing a line down her neck and over her collarbone. His touch sent waves of pleasure through her body, igniting a fire that had long lain dormant. Y/N reached for his belt, her hands trembling with excitement as she undid the buckle. She slid his pants down, revealing his hard cock, which stood proud and ready for her.

Forbes didn't waste any time. He pushed her onto her back, his eyes never leaving hers. He kissed a trail down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, sending bolts of electricity through her body. He peeled off her underwear and spread her legs apart, his breath hot against her wet pussy. He took a moment to admire her, his eyes lingering on the soft folds of her flesh. Then, without warning, he buried his face between her thighs, his tongue darting out to taste her.

Y/N moaned, her hips bucking off the bed. Forbes knew exactly what she liked, his tongue swirling around her clit, dipping into her wetness. She grabbed his hair, holding him in place as he feasted on her, his nose pressing into her plush mound. She could feel the pressure building, her muscles tensing. It had been so long since she'd felt this kind of raw passion, this animalistic need.

He sensed her approaching climax and moved up her body, positioning himself between her legs. He slammed into her with a force that made her eyes roll back in her head, filling her completely. She was tight, but she took him without complaint, her body welcoming him like a long-lost lover.

Their rhythm was fast and furious, their bodies slapping together in a symphony of need. Y/N's nails dug into his back as she met his every thrust, her walls clenching around him. He could feel her getting closer, her breaths turning into moans and whimpers. With one hand, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back as he drove into her, the other hand squeezing her round ass.

Forbes knew that Y/N had always loved a bit of roughness in the bedroom, and tonight was no exception. He pulled out of her and flipped her over, pushing her down onto her hands and knees. He slapped her ass, watching it jiggle, before plunging back in, this time from behind. He took her in a deep doggystyle, his hand reaching around to fondle her breasts. She pushed back into him, urging him deeper, her moans growing louder with each stroke.

They switched again, this time with Y/N straddling him, her thick thighs clamping around his waist as she rode him with wild abandon. Her glasses were still off, but she didn't need them to see the raw desire in his eyes. The cowgirl position allowed her to control the pace and depth, her breasts bouncing in his face with every movement. Forbes reached up to cup them, his thumbs flicking her sensitive nipples.

The room was a blur of passion as they moved together, their bodies slick with sweat. The bed creaked under their combined weight, a testament to the intensity of their love making. Y/N leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest, and whispered in his ear, "Fuck me harder, Forbes. Like you used to."

He groaned, his grip tightening on her hips as he complied, his thrusts growing more powerful and unrelenting. She threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back, her moans echoing through the room. The scent of sex filled the air, mingling with the faint smell of the ocean that wafted through the open window.

Suddenly, Forbes rolled her onto her back, his body hovering over hers, and pinned her arms above her head. He took a moment to gaze down at her, his eyes burning with desire. Then, with a grin that was both playful and predatory, he leaned down to kiss her, his tongue invading her mouth as he pushed her legs apart with his own.

Y/N felt his cock slide into her again, this time in a smooth, deliberate motion that made her arch her back and moan. He began to move, his hips rocking into hers, the pressure building with every stroke. The pretzel dip was forgotten, the tension of the evening dissipating into the thick, sexual haze that surrounded them. All she could think of was the way he felt inside her, the way their bodies moved together as if they had never been apart.

Their eyes locked, and she could see the hunger in his gaze, a hunger that matched her own. He leaned in, his teeth grazing her neck as he whispered, "I've never stopped wanting you." The words sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew she felt the same way.

Their movements grew more frantic, each stroke pushing them closer to the edge. The bed squeaked and protested under the weight of their passion, but they were lost in each other, oblivious to everything else. Y/N's thighs quivered, and she knew she was close. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him to give her everything he had.

Forbes's eyes never left hers as he thrust into her, the connection between them palpable. He felt her tighten around him, and with a guttural groan, she came, her body shaking with the force of her climax. He followed soon after, his hips jerking as he spilled himself inside her, the feeling of release unlike anything he had experienced in years.

But as they were close to kissing each other again, Shelby came into the room to find where they went, only to be met with both a naked Forbes and a naked Y/N, causing her to leave and close the door very quickly like a roommate who just caught their roommate just having sex.

They lay there, panting, their bodies entangled, the only sound the distant throb of the party music. For a moment, it was as if the outside world didn't exist. Just the two of them, wrapped in their own private cocoon of passion and history. But the reality of what just happened there with Shelby began to seep back in, the weight of their past and the present pressing down on them like a heavy blanket.

Y/N was the first to break the silence. "What now?" she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction.

Forbes leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Now," he said, "We’ll just pretend like that didn't just happen."

Y/N sighed, the reality of their situation sinking in. They had just had explosive, passionate sex in the middle of Reuben's pre-wedding party. But she knew he was right; they couldn't let anyone know. They couldn't risk ruining the weekend for everyone else.

They quickly dressed and adjusted their disheveled appearances before exiting the room, slipping back into the party as if nothing had happened. The tension between them was palpable, a secret they both had to keep buried. They mingled with the others, sipping drinks and forcing laughter, all while their eyes kept darting to the spot where they had just reconnected in the most intimate way possible.

Y/N made eye contact with Shelby but she looked away at Cyrus instead to not make any notice as to what just happened, however she could tell Shelby was a bit jealous since Y/N not only got her crush but her crush even gave her the most wildest yet sensualist sex of all time, something she wish she could recreate with Cyrus but probably won’t be any time soon.

Y/N and Forbes made eye contact with each other and gave each other a nice wave to each other, which caused Nikki to ask you this: “Did you two just hook up with each other?”. Which of course you responded with this: “No comment Nikki, no comment”. This made Nikki move on from the question and decided to bother Maya and Brooke instead.

For the rest of the night, Y/N and Forbes danced around each other, the chemistry between them a silent symphony of unspoken desire. They laughed at jokes, shared drinks, and even danced together, but the heat of their earlier encounter remained a potent force, threatening to spill over at any moment. They danced closer than anyone else at the party, their bodies brushing together in a way that was both innocent and tantalizingly erotic.

Cyrus, noticing the tension between them, pulled Shelby aside. "Is everything okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

Shelby took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "It's... nothing," she lied, her cheeks flushing. She had seen the raw passion in Forbes's eyes, the way he had looked at Y/N, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of something, was it jealousy? Or was it something deeper, a longing for the kind of connection she knew Forbes and Y/N had just shared?

Y/N felt guilty for what Shelby had stumbled upon, but she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her veins. She had missed this, missed the way Forbes made her feel. Cyrus looked confused, but he didn't press the issue. He was too busy trying to keep the peace between his girlfriend and her best friend.

The party wound down, and the guests began to leave. Forbes and Y/N found themselves alone in the kitchen, the buzz of the party now just a distant echo. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and offered it to her, his eyes still smoldering with lust. She took it, her hand brushing against his, and their eyes met again, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken tension between them.

"I can't believe we just did that," Y/N whispered, her cheeks flushed with a mix of arousal and embarrassment.

Forbes took a long pull from his own water bottle, his eyes never leaving hers. "It's like old times," he said with a smirk, his voice low and raspy.

Y/N couldn't help but laugh, the sound a little shaky. "Except we're not in college anymore."

Forbes's smile grew, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "No, we're not," he agreed, his voice a low rumble. "But that doesn't mean we can't make new memories."

Y/N took a sip of her water, her heart racing. The thought of starting something with Forbes again was both thrilling and terrifying. They had both changed so much in the years since college, she had a successful career and a life that didn't revolve around parties and hookups. But here she was, standing half-dressed in Reuben's kitchen with the man who had just rocked her world.

"What are we going to do?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Forbes took a step closer, the warmth of his body radiating against hers. "Let's just enjoy tonight," he said, his hand brushing against her arm. "We'll figure out tomorrow, tomorrow."

Y/N nodded, her mind racing with the implications of what they had just done and what it could mean for the future. But for now, she wanted to live in the moment, to savor the taste of Forbes's lips and the feel of his body against hers. She leaned into him, her hand resting on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palm.

The kitchen was a mess of half-empty drinks and abandoned plates, but neither of them cared. They were lost in their own world, a bubble that seemed to have formed around them, shielding them from the outside noise. Forbes leaned down and kissed her again, his hands tangling in her hair. It was as if no time had passed at all, as if the years of pain and separation had never occurred.

Y/N felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine as his tongue danced with hers, familiar and yet somehow new. It was a kiss that spoke of all the words they hadn’t said, all the moments they had missed, and all the passion that had lain dormant. When they finally pulled away, she was left breathless, her eyes searching for answers she wasn’t sure she wanted to find.

Forbes’s hand slid down her arm, his fingers tracing the outline of her curves as they made their way to her hand. He laced their fingers together, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand in a gesture that was both reassuring and possessive. They left the kitchen, their footsteps silent on the wooden floor, and made their way back into the party. The room was a whirlwind of colors and laughter, but all Y/N could focus on was the heat of his hand in hers.

They mingled with the guests, playing the part of old friends catching up, all the while aware of the secret they now shared. Y/N couldn’t help but feel a thrill every time their eyes met, the memory of their passionate encounter playing out in her mind like a movie on repeat. The way he had taken her, so forcefully and yet with such care, had stirred something deep within her.

As the night grew late, the party began to wind down, and guests started to say their goodbyes. Forbes and Y/N found themselves lingering, neither quite ready to part ways. They stepped outside into the cool night air, the sound of the breeze passing against the trees of the forest in the distance. He leaned against the railing, looking out into the darkness, and she joined him, her hand finding its way to his.

"This is going to be complicated," she murmured, the salt breeze playing with the ends of her hair.

Forbes squeezed her hand, his eyes still on the horizon. "It doesn't have to be. We can just enjoy this weekend and see where it takes us."

Y/N nodded, but the doubt was etched in her features. She knew that what they had just shared was more than a fleeting moment of passion, it was a door that had been flung wide open to a past they had both tried to leave behind. The tension was thick, charged with the electricity of a summer storm, and she could feel it crackling in the air around them.

"Okay," she said, her voice a little shaky. "We'll just...see."