Amy was disgusted with herself. First she had fooled around with Julia's boyfriend Jack at a wedding while her friend was passed out in the bathroom. They did not fuck mind you, but she did allow him to finger her pussy until she enjoyed the biggest orgasm of her life. Then, if that was not bad enough, she had engaged in some truly filthy dirty talking over the phone with Jack as she masturbated to another earth-shattering sexual release.
She felt sick to her stomach when she thought of the betrayal she had wrought upon one of her very best friends, not to mention her faithful boyfriend Pete. But still, she could not deny the other powerful emotion that washed over her whenever she reminisced about either of her two illicit encounters with Julia's boyfriend.
Ever since the moment she had met him, Amy had lusted for Jack in silence. She had constantly fantasized about him, picturing him while making love to her boyfriend or pleasuring herself. And now that she had shared a couple of intimate and taboo indiscretions with her fantasy man, her carnal desire for him was stronger than ever.
Much like she had done after the first encounter with him, she had been desperately trying to avoid both Jack and Julia after the second incident. Her guilt was keeping her away from her friend, while her seemingly uncontrollable attraction to her boyfriend was forcing her to keep her distance from him. Her plan of steering clear of the couple worked well for a couple of weeks, but her feelings and memories surrounding the past events were not as easily dealt with.
No matter how bad Amy felt about her disloyalty to her friend and for her unfaithfulness to Pete, those feelings of guilt were clearly superseded by her wanton lust for Jack. She simply could not help herself. Images of their transgressions frequently popped up in her mind and she constantly found herself imagining new scenarios in which the two of them could come together in explicit detail.
She often remembered the words spoken in the heat of passion as he she fingered herself to his voice that night. With his encouragement, she had told him that she wanted to be his "fuck-toy', that she wanted him to use her like a dirty little whore and that she would do anything for him. As she thought of that night and those submissive statements uttered as she pleasured herself to his commands, she could not lie to herself... they were all true. Amy knew that deep down she truly did want to fuck Jack. Not just fuck him, but do exactly as she had said -- become his "fuck-toy" and whore, and do any sexual thing he asked of her.
Of course, the problems associated with her honest and true feelings towards him were clear, and she knew that there was no way she could ever let this go any further than they already had.
It had been almost three weeks, since her last interaction with her secret fantasy man, three weeks filled with an abundance of sinful imaginations and self-gratification. But the drought of seeing him was about to come to an end.
Amy had found it hard to continue avoiding Julia and was running out of reasonable excuses to dodge her friend, so she finally agreed to stop by one night after work to catch up. At first she was hesitant for fear of seeing Jack at the couple's apartment and not being able to hide her shameless lust for her long-time friend's boyfriend, but Julia had casually mentioned that she would be alone that night as he would be out at a buddy's for a poker night, so with her fears calmed a bit, she relented and decided to visit her girlfriend.
Getting to her friend's apartment right after work, she figured they might go out for a bite to eat or something and slipped into the building as one of the other tenants was on his way out. Not knowing where they might go out to, she was dressed fairly casually, but still dressy enough that she would not look out of place at somewhere a bit more upscale. Her denim jeans were stylish and well-fitting, accenting her curves nicely, paired with medium healed black pumps that classed up the look a bit. She wore a light purple blouse up top, basically a baby-doll camisole with some lace trim that plunged fairly low on her chest, offering up a decent view of her ample 36C cleavage. Her brown hair fell in a blossom of full, long, layered soft wavy curls over her shoulders, completing her vibrant and sexy look for her night out with her girlfriend.
She made her way to the fourteenth floor and headed down the hallway to the apartment. Arriving at Julia's entrance, she quickly knocked twice and, knowing that they always forgot to lock their door, pushed open the door as she always did.
"Hey babe, ready for some fun?" She asked as she made her way into the apartment.
"Well I am now."
Amy stopped dead in her tracks as she saw Jack standing before her. Immediately she felt her nipples stiffen and her pussy twitch.
"Jack, I thought you..." she began, flustered, "Julia and I..."
"Yeah, she called and said she got hung up at work for a bit." He interrupted her. "Lucky for you I decided to come home and change before heading out to my poker game."
He flashed a devilish smile at her as he let the gravity of his words sink in. They were alone together, and his girlfriend would not be there for at least a little while.
"Maybe I should go..." she stammered out finally, trying to do the right thing. She even turned back towards the door.
"Hold up." He countered, making it to the door before she even had a hand on the knob. His body pressed close against hers as he put his hand on the door in front of her, turning the lock.
"Jack, I..." she started to attempt at a protest.
"You've been avoiding me again." He said as his eyes wandered up and down her. "Haven't you?"
"No, I..." her voice trailed off as her pulse increased with each second she spent in his presence.
"Is it because of what we did on the phone?" He asked smugly.
She could not even bring herself to look at him, the memories of that night causing her loins to ache. When he leaned in close to her, his nose brushing against her curls, she almost thought she was going to come right there.
