Erotic Fiction: Forbidden Love
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Meet me at our spot at 11. – O
My friend shrugged apologetically, leaning against the doorjamb of my parents’ front entryway. I sighed loudly, thanking her for the note and slipping it into my pocket before waving goodbye and shutting the door behind me. It had been a month now that Oliver and I had decided to pursue something together, but it left us sending notes through friends in fear of my parents snooping through my phone and of us sneaking away for some alone time, desperate to find solace from a world set on keeping us apart.
I trudged through the apartment to the washroom, locking the door before sitting on the edge of the bathtub and reading the note one last time. His writing was messy but legible, the words wide, despite him clearly trying to keep the scrawled letters small. It was impossible not to smile; I clutched the paper in my hand, holding it to my chest a moment before tearing it into tiny pieces and flushing it down the toilet. Before exiting the washroom, I ran the water in the sink to cover my tracks, then went to my bedroom to wait. Seven more hours to go.
The rest of the evening was a blur. Dinner with my parents, excusing myself to my bedroom to finish the remainder of an assignment from one of my courses, then letting them know at around 10:00 that I was exhausted and heading to bed. They nodded, smiled, barely pulling their eyes away from the television screen longer than to say, “Goodnight, love. Sleep well.” A half-hour later, they could be heard padding down the hall to their own bedroom, the door clicking into place.
Fifteen minutes passed, my heart fluttering excitedly as I glanced at the small digital clock on my bedside table and out my window. It was cracked open, allowing the slightest cool breeze to filter through and cool down the room with early autumn air. Eventually, I took a deep breath and crossed my room, turning the knob slightly and creeping towards the front door. Again, I turned the knob as if it was made of thin glass, carefully sliding out into the building’s hallway, and locking the door behind me.
Once outside of my own home, I raced to the elevator, wary not to be heard. My heart felt like it was ready to fall out of my chest in the ride up to the top floor, a curious mixture of excitement and nausea over the fear of being caught rising from the pit of my stomach. When the door opened on the top floor, I made my way to the far end of the hall, finding the emergency exit and climbing the few steps that led to the roof. As always, it was left unlocked, and I stepped out into the crisp outdoors.
Oliver was waiting for me, as promised. The cold concrete ground was covered in two layers of blankets in the corner next to some jutting pipes. It was close enough to the edge of the roof that we could see the city spanning out all around us, yet far enough away that we didn’t have to worry about falling over. The moment I let myself be folded into his arms, I felt like I was truly home. Oliver kissed the top of my head, then my forehead, then my lips.
“You look beautiful tonight,” he murmured into my hair, his breath warm against my ear.
“So do you.” I giggled. Immediately, my hands slid into his dark blue jeans, pulling them down until they pooled around his ankles. He kicked them off, lifting me effortlessly off the ground and carrying me to where the blanket was laid out before lowering me onto my back.
Oliver gently slid down my burgundy sweatpants, my lacy black thong being pulled down along with it. His cock pushed the confines of his boxers, and he yanked them down to set it free. It was as if my body suddenly ached for him to be on top of me, to be inside of me. I stroked him, my hand guiding him to my dripping pussy. He wasted no time thrusting into me, grunting quietly as he moved in and out, in and out. My own breathing was laboured, yet my body felt complete at that moment. There was nowhere else I would have wanted to be than where I was right then.
We lay there for nearly an hour after, listening to the cars drive around the city below us. It was as if we were two gods removed from the world, only the stars could see where we were and what we were doing. No one knew but us two… but how long could this continue? How much longer would we be able to pull this off?
Eventually, I kissed him goodbye and promised that we would meet up again. This time, I would find a way to come to Oliver. I pulled my pants back on slowly, held his gaze and memorized the contours of his face, his shoulders, his hips. He kissed me one last time, our mouths lingering a bit longer than usual.
