Temptation Ch 02 2

This is the second chapter of my first story. There is far more fiction here than in the first chapter. I want to thank everyone for the feedback so far. More is encouraged! Enjoy!

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"Oh, hi Jack..." Sharon hesitated. She didn't want things to be awkward with her friend, but at the same time, they did sleep together last night. "No, I'm not busy. I was just doing some reading."

"Good. I wanted to talk to you about last night." he said.

"Great." she thought sarcastically. "Uh... what about it?" she finally answered him.

"I know we were both pretty drunk. I just wanted you to know I wasn't trying to take advantage of you."

"Is that so?" she asked. "By the way you were teasing me, it seemed like you were milking every second."

"Sorry. You know how I can get. I go on autopilot."

"Funny you say that. Normally, when I go on autopilot, things around me get worse. Not better." As soon as she finished typing the words, she realized she paid him a compliment.

"Haha. But anyway, I just wanted to clarify that I wasn't trying to fulfill an agenda. I wouldn't want to be the cause of ending you and your beloved boyfriend's relationship."

"He would have to find out about it in order for that to happen. And you know I'm not one to gossip."

"Haha. That's true." He laughed. "But if it's not any trouble, I wouldn't mind seeing you again. I'm mean... not like

that

. Just hang out for a few hours."

Sharon felt a chill run down her spine. She knew she shouldn't spend another hour with him, let alone another evening. But before she could answer him, he noted her hesitation.

"I promise, we won't... uh, you know. I'll be on my best behavior."

"I've heard that before." She retorted. "I'll agree on one condition."

"What's that?"

"No alcohol. I don't want to hear that drunk excuse again. From either of us. Deal?"

"Haha. Deal. You choose the venue this time."

She took a minute to think. Sharon wanted to make sure she picked a place that didn't serve alcohol. She didn't want to be susceptible. "How about Anne's? They have a great Cappuccino Swirl. I've been craving one lately."

"That sounds good. And it's near my place too!"

"Ugh. You can be so cheap. You'll walk 10 miles just to save a few bucks on gas."

"Damn right. Haha."

"When did you want to meet?"

"How about Thursday at 8? Amazingly, I have the entire weekend off, and I wouldn't mind starting early."

"Cool. See ya then."

"Awesome. Later."

Sharon hoped that things wouldn't escalate like last time. Then, she thought how Susan would take the news.

**********

"You're seeing him again? Don't you remember what happened last time?" Susan shouted.

"There's no need to get all red in the face! Geez. We're going to Anne's. Not a drop of alcohol in sight. So it shouldn't be a problem." Sharon tried reasoning with her. "Besides, he told me that what happened the other night was not intentional."

"And you actually believe him? He is

manipulative

! M-A-N..."

"I can spell Susan." she deadpanned. "Look, I understand you're looking out for me. And I greatly appreciate it. I really do. But do you want me to be cooped up in the house all day, everyday while David is at boot camp? I'd be bored out of my fucking mind. And it would only make me miss him more."

"You have a point. But with Jack?

Jack???

Of all people?"

"Let me guess. You don't like him." Sharon retorted.

"It's not that I don't like him. I just don't like the situation you're in. This is dangerous territory. I don't want anyone getting hurt."

"Your concern is noted." She said blankly. "If you're really worried, you can come along."

"I'd be the third wheel. I wouldn't enjoy myself."

"Bring JT with you! It'll be like a double date... sort of."

"Jack is

not

your boyfriend. And JT isn't my boyfriend. We're just talking."

"Which is why I said 'sort of'. Come on. You can keep your worried eyes on me and we can go out together. It's something we haven't done in quite a while."

"Alright, you've convinced me. I'll ask JT if he wants to go. Anne's right?"

"Yeah. 8 o'clock on Thursday." Sharon confirmed. "So you have a few days to prepare."

"This is completely casual right? You know I hate dressing up."

"Wear whatever. It's not like the fashion police will be there."

"Shut up!" Susan pouted.

**********

Sharon was dressed in her favorite dark wash jeans along with her green halter top. To complete the look, her leopard print heels. She brought her black leather jacket in case it got cold. When she pulled up to Anne's at 7:50, she saw Susan getting out of her car.

"Hey hot stuff!" She joked. "I never realized how good green contrasts with your

chocolate

skin."

"Oh hush! I figured I'd wear this because I hadn't worn it in a while. Frankly, I'm surprised it still fits."

"Especially with those big knockers you've got."

"Bitch."

"Hey! Just another compliment." Susan giggled. JT came around to the other side of the car, lightly blushing at Susan's observation. "Oh! I'm so bad with that. JT you remember Sharon, right?"

"Uh, yeah." JT timidly shook hands with Sharon. "I must admit, that outfit is a head turner."

"See what I mean? Now you've got JT eyeing you!" Susan teased.

"Well, thank you JT. Susan, you hush. Now let's go inside. I've got a craving to satisfy."

"I hope you mean the coffee." Susan retorted.

"Of course that's what I meant... bitch!"

"Hey! Just teasing!" Susan looked ahead of them toward the door. "Oh look, I see Jack. Did you plan the leather jacket thing? Cuz I see he's wearing one too!"

Indeed, he was wearing his leather jacket. Sharon had fond memories of that jacket. In the movie theater, in the field by the lake, and in the coatroom of a friend's party...

"Yo Sharon!" Susan shouted.

"Wh-what?" She realized she'd been caught daydreaming. Susan and JT were already a few feet away.

"Are you coming?"

"Yeah. Of course."

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Even though Anne's was dry, there was still a dance floor and a DJ. As the four of them entered, Susan and JT headed for the dance floor as Sharon and Jack found a booth to sit. Although the lighting was dim, Jack could still see the beauty in next to him.

"Wow, look at you!" Jack whistled. "And how did you know I was going to wear my leather jacket?"

"I didn't. Susan teased me about that." She blushed. "You don't mind that they came along, do you?"

"Nah, not at all. But I am relieved she didn't come alone. Knowing her, she would be like a chaperone."

"Exactly. That's why I made sure she came with someone. Now, let me get that Cappuccino Swirl!"

As Sharon and Jack got their orders, Susan kept an eye on them from the floor.

"You have no idea how glad I am they don't serve alcohol here." Susan whispered into JT's ear. "Otherwise, we all wouldn't be here. I wouldn't allow it."

"Allow?" JT wondered. "You aren't her mother you know."

"But she is my best friend. I remember how bad of an influence Jack can be. I don't want her relationship with David to suffer because of it."

"You are amazing, you know that."

The compliment took Susan off guard. She rarely got recognition from the opposite sex, especially from the guys she admired. Even though they were a good distance apart, Sharon could see Susan was enjoying herself.

"Now that's a good sight to see. Not only is she having fun, but she's out of my hair for a little while." She laughed. When she turned back to look at Jack, he was staring at her green halter top. More likely, what was just underneath. "Hey now!"

Jack snapped out of his daze. "I'm sorry. I just don't remember seeing that top before. It definitely shows off your, um, assets."

Sharon blushed. "Maybe I shouldn't have worn this tonight."

"No, no! I'm sorry. It's just that I... uh..." Jack stumbled over his words. She noticed this, and knew that he rarely did such a thing. "I just couldn't help myself. The perils of being a guy, right?"

"Oh, you're horrible!" She laughed. Just then, her phone rang from within her purse. She looked down, but decided not to check who it was. She was having fun and didn't want to be interrupted. As she looked toward her purse, she noticed some activity in Jack's pants. "Is he getting a hard on from looking at me?" She wondered. Her body betraying her, she felt a subtle warmth between her legs. Pretending to be cold, she put her jacket back on, but Jack was no fool.

"Trying to hide, missy?" Jack said.

Sharon said nothing, and sipped on her third and final coffee for the night.

"Okay, play coy if you want. That only makes things more enjoyable for me." he teased.

She noticed Jack had that familiar tone in his voice. Slightly panicked, she thought, "What was

that

supposed to mean? He knows nothing is going to happen tonight. He promised..."

Then, as if an electric shock went through her, she gasped out loud. Jack had placed his hand on her jean-clad thigh. With the sudden touch, she could feel her nipples harden.

"A little jumpy, are we? Maybe you had too much coffee." He joked.

"Maybe you shouldn't have your wandering hands all over me!" She scolded.

"Touché. I do have a promise to uphold, don't I?"

"I'm glad you remember. I was begi..."

"But you know what?" He cut her off. "I know you wanted to go to a dry place, but I'm really craving some Nick's. Want to walk with me? It's right across the parking lot."

"I'm well aware of where it is." She deadpanned. "I really don't think that's a good idea. And what about Susan and JT? I don't want to leave them here."

"Did you drive them here?"

"Well, no, but I..."

"Then, there's nothing to worry about. You don't have to drink. Just come with me. I'm going and I don't want to go alone."

"Even though we're near your place, I don't want you drinking excessively."

"All the more reason why you should go with me. You would be able to keep track of how many I've had. And in the rare event I've had too much, you could help me walk home."

She sighed. His reasoning was valid, and she was sure he was going to Nick's whether she liked it or not. "I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I?"

Jack gave her that all-knowing look.

"Well, let me at least tell Susan where we're going." Sharon started toward the dance floor.

Jack quickly grabbed her by the wrist, stopping her forward progress. "You don't have to do that. Look at her. She's having lots of fun. Do you want to interrupt that?"

"Of course not, but..."

"Then let's go!"

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Sharon and Jack were seated at Nick's bar, and quickly Jack began drinking at a rate to blind 10 men.

"What the hell are you doing?" She shouted. "If you're going to drink like that, then I'm leaving right now."

"No, you aren't." Jack stated. "If you left now, you would worry about me all night. You would wonder whether I even made it home." He had that arrogant tone of voice. His words were slurred, but that tone was definitely there. This burned Sharon to the core, but as much as she hated it, she knew he was right.

"Damn you." She said. "But I'm not letting you get another drop. You've had enough. I'm walking you home."

As he paid his tab, Jack had that look in his eyes. A blind man could see he was up to something. Sharon couldn't help but to notice this.

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Once inside Jack's house, Sharon made sure he was on his bed with a trashcan nearby. She excused herself to the bathroom, and while there, she had some one-on-one time in the mirror. She pointed to her reflection and said, "You will

not

do it again. No. No. NO!"

She returned to Jack's room to check on her "patient." She was not expecting what awaited her. Jack was lying on his back, naked, completely red from the alcohol, and hard as a rock. His cock was pointing straight up toward the ceiling, and the head was an angry red, nearly purple.

"Jack! What the hell!"

"Don't shout Sharon." He pointed at his head. "I'm still recovering." He spoke with a feigned sickly voice.

"Bullshit! You're naked! And you're..."

"I was burning up, so I had to take everything off." He continued his act.

"Well, can you explain that?" Her voice turned into a condescending one.

"Explain what?" Jack was well aware of what she meant. Although he was drunk, he was more than coherent and very horny. He was trying to draw her in.

"

That

!" She was standing right over him, pointing toward his cock. A smile appeared on his face, knowing she was within reach. Jack quickly rose up from his bed, grabbed her and pressed her against the wall.

"No! Jack, no! You made a promise, remember?" Her pleas fell on deaf ears. He was locked in on pleasuring her tonight. He buried his face in between her tits while he attempted to undress her.

"Jack, don't!" Sharon shouted. She tried to push him away, but his strength outmatched hers. As Jack would soon find out, his brute force was turning her on. As much as she tried to stop him, he soon found her wet and warm slit and began toying with her. An evil grin appeared on his face, noting her arousal.

"Hmmm. Still playing coy, are we? Because you are flowing like a river." Jack teased.

Sharon tried to respond, but all that could escape her mouth were moans.

Jack laughed. "I know you love being controlled. You can't hide that from me."

Sharon was still fighting, mainly with herself, not to give in to his game. She thought, "No! No! I can't do this again. The first time was just an accident. I wouldn't purposely hurt David ever!"

"Still trying to think your way out of this?" Jack asked. "You are my little fuck toy. Mine! Do you hear me? Mine!"

Hearing this possessive banter pushed Sharon over the edge. Somehow, she found the strength to push Jack away from her. She found her purse and hurried out the door. She knew he wouldn't follow her outside naked. Soon, she got to her car and rushed home. Even though she didn't sleep with Jack, he definitely had his effect on her. Immediately after she made it home, she ran to her bedroom, disrobed as fast as she could, and fingered herself to one of the most incredible orgasms she's ever had. It was so powerful, she quickly fell asleep on top of the covers, with her hand between her legs.

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Sharon woke early the next morning to the sounds of her doorbell and hurried knocks at the front door. She put on her silk robe and went to the door. It was Susan.

"Oh my God, Sharon!" Susan gasped. "What the hell happened to you last night?"

Sharon hadn't even brushed her hair, so she looked like hell. "I'm sorry I left you guys there. Jack and I left spontaneously." she said softly.

"Well, where the hell did you guys go?" she interrupted.

"We went to Nick's." Sharon saw Susan's reaction but cut her off before she could respond. "Listen to me. I

did not drink one ounce

while we were there." Susan's facial expression softened. "Jack was insistent. He desperately wanted something to drink, and since it was nearby, we went over there. But when we went, he started drinking like a madman, so I walked him home."

"That was nice of you. But why didn't you come back afterwards?"

"I didn't want to leave him there in case he got sick. So I looked after him. But..."

"

But

... what?!" Susan asked impatiently.

"Well, when I went to the bathroom, everything was fine, but when I came out, well, things got a little crazy."

"Oh no, please don't tell me you did it again, did you?"

"NO! I didn't. Let me finish. When I came out, he was completely naked on his bed. And he was hard! I mean

hard

!"

"Did he try anything?"

"Of course. He wouldn't be Jack otherwise, right? Soon, he had me pinned against the wall, and I thought he would get his way again, y'know? But then, he said something that bothered me, and I got this adrenaline rush and pushed him off me. I got out of there as soon as I could and I came straight home."

"Wow. I would ask what he said, but I won't bother. Why didn't you call me after you got home?"

Sharon didn't dare tell her the excitement and self-pleasure she got over the whole ordeal. "Uh, I guess I was so tired over the whole thing I just went to sleep."

"Hence, the bed-head you've got goin' on. Haha."

"Um, yeah. I guess I should get straightened up, huh?"

"I just came by to find out what the hell happened. I must have called your phone about a dozen times. But now that I see you're alright, I've gotta head to work."

"Okay Sus, thanks for checking on me."

"No problem. Next time we go out, it'll be girls' night! Haha."

"Sounds fun. Drive carefully."

"Later."

Sharon closed the door with relief. She knew she should have told Susan last night where they were going. But things ended up okay. Sharon walked toward her room, passing a mirror on her way.

"Whoa! Wild Thing!" she said, referring to her hair. "Man, I need a long shower."

**********

Sharon stood in her shower, working up a good lather around her stomach and her breasts. She couldn't help but to think of what happened last night. Telling the story to Susan revived all the details in Sharon's mind. She began to get excited once again. She rubbed on her breasts and nipples ever so softly. Soon, Jack's words echoed in her mind.

I know you love being controlled. You can't hide that from me.

Sharon reached down for her now aching clit and gave it some attention. She began to moan. "Mmmm... Oh yes Jack."

You are my little fuck toy.

"Oh God yes! Fuck me Jack!" Sharon's fingers became a blur between her legs. Soon, this was too much for her. "Oh yes Jack. I'm cumming! Ohhh." Sharon could feel her pussy muscles contract inside her as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

**********

Sharon took her time getting dressed, when she realized she hadn't checked her phone yet. She reached for her purse and took out her phone. As expected, she saw several calls from Susan and one from an unknown number. She saw she also had three new voicemails. She called her voicemail, and it always went from newest to oldest.

Message 1

"Sharon! Where in hell are you? I called and left a message earlier. You better not be where I

think

you are!"

"Wow." Sharon said aloud. "She had me pegged. Haha."

Message 2

"Hey Sharon! It's Susan. Where did you guys go? You were just in the booth a few minutes ago! JT noticed that you guys disappeared so I figured I'd call and find out where you were. Give me a call when you get this. Bye."

Message 3

"Hi baby! It's me! I finally got phone privileges! So I'll be able to call you 3 days a week between 7pm and lights out. Unfortunately, we don't get personal phone lines, so I'll be calling from a different number each time. Which is probably why you didn't answer. I hope that I'll be able to catch up with you. I miss you baby! Bye!"

Sharon's hands went cold as she hung up the phone. It was David! That must have been when they were all at Anne's! She remembered hearing the phone ring, and not answering it because she was "having fun and didn't want to interrupt it."

"More like getting distracted by a hardening dick!" Sharon said out loud, chastising herself. "What would have happened if I had answered it?" she wondered. "Would I have fallen into Jack's trap so easily? Would Jack have tried anything at all?"

Just then, her phone rang, startling her. She didn't bother looking at the caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Uh, hey Sharon." The voice sounded as if they had just woken up. They spoke softly, almost to the point where Sharon didn't recognize the voice. "I just called to say I'm sorry."

Then she knew. It was Jack.

"Oh, hey Jack..."

"I'm really, really sorry about what happened. Okay? I am. Really. I didn't intend for all that to happen."

"You were drunk." she said flatly.

"I was an asshole. You know I don't treat women that way. I mean, not unless they want it that way. I pushed it. Like... really. I'm sorry."