Lara and Greg Begin to Cross the Line

As the air grew colder, Lara looked up at the stars that twinkled in the clear night sky, but none of that was what was giving her goosebumps. You want this boy. Just give in. Forget all the complications and lean over and kiss him. He's on fire for you. One kiss, and he'll do the rest.

Greg could not remove his eyes from the object of his affection. He could tell by the way she stared into the night that she was conflicted. Reach over and pull her face to yours. Kiss her like she deserves. She won't stop you.

Both of them warred with themselves on their next move. The tension between them thickened with each passing moment. Finally, Lara turned to say they should leave, but the words never escaped her lips. Greg took it as a sign and kissed her with a fiery passion that is usually only found in the pages of steamy romance novels.

It did not take long for Lara to give in to her lust. Any trepidation she may have previously felt was lost in the storm of deep kisses and roving hands.

But their lust-filled bubble suddenly burst when Greg's phone buzzed, vibrating insistently in his pocket. He pulled away from Lara with a slight groan of frustration, his face flushed and breathing heavy.

"Sorry," he mumbled, fishing the phone out to see who had interrupted their moment.

Lara leaned over his shoulder, pressing her chest against his muscular back. She peered at his screen, curious to discover who had interrupted them. Her mood darkened when she saw the name Trista on the screen.

"I thought you broke up?" Lara asked. "What does that bitch want?"

Greg winced as he read the message aloud. "Where are you? And don't say Ben's because I already know he and Sara are on a date. I saw them at Cafe Roma not ten minutes ago."

"You did break up?" Lara asked again, now more accusatory than questioning.

Greg sighed, realizing he should have been clearer with Trista. "I told her we were through, but I've told her that before, and every time, we've made up in a few days. I guess she believed this time was no different."

Lara glared at the screen. She knew what making-up meant. She decided to apply her own brand of pressure to Greg. She wanted to clarify what he stood to gain if he broke it off with that tramp once and for all. Lara slowly undid the top buttons of her sundress, her ample chest coming more and more into view. The outskirts of Areola were now clearly visible. "But it is different, isn't it?"

Greg gulped as he unabashedly stared at his best friend's mom's spectacular chest. "Abso... Absolu... Yes!"

Lara smiled at Greg's stammering. She felt A flush, knowing she could still turn a boy into a stuttering mess. "You know part of me wants to do something naughty with you and have you send her a pic of it. Maybe I free my girls and have you use that talented tongue on them? Do you think Trista would get the message if she saw you with another woman's breasts in your mouth?"

"Loud and clear," Greg answered as he felt a surge of arousal at Lara's provocative invitation, his earlier frustration melting away. Defying Trista and showing her he was with someone who made him feel things she never could was incredibly tempting. "Part of me wants to forget about her and just be naughty with you," he admitted, his voice thick with desire. "Though I wouldn't mind pics."

Before he could react, Lara grabbed his phone from his hand with a mischievous smile and quickly typed out a message. "He's busy."

Greg reached for the phone, but Lara held it out of his grasp, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She leaned in to kiss him hard, her lips claiming his with an urgency that made him forget everything else. Greg lost the will to take back his phone when Lara's tongue slid into his mouth, deepening the kiss and sending his thoughts scattering in all directions.

As they kissed, the phone buzzed again, this time with an angry message from Trista. "Bitch I will find you. You think you can steal my man you are crazy. You fucking hoe!!!! Greg, you better fucking call me this instant!"

Lara pulled away just long enough to read the text and laughed delightedly. "I think I hit a nerve," she said, tossing the phone aside and ignoring the buzzing. Her eyes locked onto Greg's, her expression turning serious and intense. "I'm ready to do all those naughty things that are running through that handsome head of yours."

With a slow, deliberate motion, Lara let the sundress slip off her shoulders, the fabric falling away to reveal her in nothing but her underwear. The sight of her took Greg's breath away. She was stunning, every inch of her exuding confidence and sensuality.

Greg stood up, the desire in his eyes clear as he reached for his shirt, pulling it off in one swift motion. His well-defined chest gleamed in the fading light, the muscles rippling under his skin. He stepped closer to Lara, his voice husky as he said, "My God, you are the most beautiful woman ever."

Lara gasped. She had not been prepared for how being with this man like this would feel. When he spoke and looked at her like he was now feelings long buried came alive again. She could feel a wetness between her legs. Lara whispered back, her voice filled with a mix of admiration and desire, "You are the most handsome man I've ever laid eyes on."

The phone continued to buzz with angry texts from Trista, but none of that mattered to Greg or Lara. All that mattered now was the person in front of them, the one who made their hearts thunder and made them feel alive and desired.

Greg closed the distance between them, his hands finding their way to Lara's waist as he pulled her close. They pressed against each other, their bodies perfectly fitting, their warm flesh melding together. The world around them ceased to exist; there was no Trista, no Ben, no complications—only the two of them finally giving in to the overwhelming desire that had been building for so long.

Greg's hand slipped inside Lara's panties, finding her soaking wet sex. "Such a naughty mommy getting turned on by her son's best friend."

"You're one to talk," Lara said between moans. "You're about to cheat on your girlfriend with a woman two months older than your mom."

Greg slid a finger inside Lara's pussy, eliciting a whimper. "Want me to stop? Think we're being too naughty?"

"Oh God, don't you dare stop," Lara growled as she bit into Greg's shoulder.

"Then tell me what you want," Greg said. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."

"You know what I want," Lara said, not wanting to voice her desires.

"You have to tell me," Greg replied, unwilling to let her off the hook. "And you have to do it as dirty as possible. Otherwise, I think we've gone far enough."

Lara wondered if she should try to call Greg's bluff. Surely, he wouldn't stop now. He had to be about ready to explode. Then she saw the latest message from Trista pop up on his screen. It was a pic of her with her legs spread, a dildo buried deep in her hairless pussy, and it read if you come over now, I'll forgive you and let you replace the toy ;)

"I want you to fuck me and treat me like a whore," Lara said, her face going beat red as soon as the words were out of her mouth.

Greg kissed her hard. "I am going to fuck you long and hard and with the skill a beautiful woman like you deserves, but I will never treat you like a whore. You are much too precious to me."

"Perhaps not this time. But after we've been together for a while, I think I might like you to uh... you know... A girl has her kinks." Lara said, still not able to voice her sexual side fully.

"I look forward to learning all of yours and sharing all of mine," Greg said before he slid Lara's panties off. He pressed the MILF back onto the grass and slid his face between her legs. "Oh god, my husband wouldn't do this!!!!" Lara screamed as Greg's tongue slid inside her sopping-wet vagina.

"YES, YES, YES, I'm going to cum," Lara panted. "I'm going to cum on the face of a boy I used to babysit!"

Lara wrapped her legs tight around Greg's head as he shoved his tongue deep into her pussy. The MILF felt herself explode, coating his face in her juices.

"Fuck let me catch my breath," Lara said, her breathing now ragged.

Greg stood up and removed his pants and underwear. His cock was rock hard. He looked at Lara like a predator ready to devour its prey.

The night was closing in around the two newly made lovers. Lara looked hungrily at Greg's massive cock, wondering how that monster would feel inside her. He's going to wreck me, and I am here for it.

Lara licked her lips as she rose to her knees. Did she want to return the favor and take Greg into her mouth or skip to the final?