Gonna' you shall.

You turn and pull Heather up, which she effortlessly follows, and kiss her hard while her body pushes against yours. You still get physical contact through friends and family, but Heather isn’t that or playing coy and pretending this is a “friends,” kiss. She wants to fuck you, and it’s been so long since you’ve even let yourself feel someone with that want this close.

“Woke up on the right side of the bed?” she asks between kisses as you guide her back to the wall, then pin her to it. She moans as one of your hands teases one of her tits under her tank top, and she arches her back to push her breasts up to your palm.

“Very right side!” you answer as you let her pull your shirt off. You consider letting her lead enough to get a blowjob out of this, but really, you just want to fuck. You slide your hand down lower as she unbuckles your pants, and she gasps when you slide a finger into her already-sopping cunt.

“Jesus, I think about fucking you at least twice a week!” she hisses as you start to finger her. “Why didn’t you make a move? You wouldn’t believe the things I’d let you fucking do to me!” She moans, cutting herself off as you speed up while your pants fall to the floor, just your underwear between her and the thing between your legs that’s caused you so much trouble.

“Are you sure about that?” you whisper, kissing her neck, then biting as you tease her clit faster, not quite getting far enough that there’s any chance she’ll cum like this. “I can be … dangerous. Really dangerous. Or I used to be. I’m not sure if it’s still in me. But you’ll be taking a big risk …”

“Good!” She tugs your underwear off as she speaks, and you do the same to her. It’s clear there’s no going back now. “I could always tell, and it’s part of why I wanted this so bad. I guess I just needed you to go first!” For the first time, she looks down, coming face-to-face with your persistent problem.