Chapter 3: Pushing Boundaries
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Over the next few weeks, Vivian and I fell into a routine of sorts. We would steal moments together whenever we could, taking advantage of every opportunity to explore each other's bodies.
It started with quickies in the laundry room, Vivian bent over the washing machine as I pounded into her from behind. Or sneaking into each other's bedrooms in the middle of the night for a furtive fuck under the covers.
But as time went on, we became bolder, more daring. We would touch each other beneath the dinner table while my father droned on about his workday, Vivian's hand stroking me through my pants as I bit back moans.
One evening, after a particularly intense session in the shower, Vivian and I were cuddling in my bed. She traced patterns on my chest as we talked about anything and everything.
"I have an idea," she said suddenly, sitting up with an excited look on her face.
I raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What is it?"
Vivian grinned and reached for her phone. "Let's take pictures. You know, to keep things interesting."
I was hesitant at first, worried about the potential fallout if anyone discovered them. But Vivian assured me that they would be just for us and convinced me to go along with it.
We spent the next hour posing in various states of undress, snapping photos of each other in all sorts of compromising positions. By the end, we were both flushed and panting, our arousal through the roof.
"Send me your favorites," Vivian said with a wink before sauntering out of the room.
I looked through the pictures we had taken, my cock hardening at the sight of Vivian's naked body. I picked a few of my favorites and sent them to her, along with a suggestive message.
Over the course of the day, Vivian and I exchanged increasingly dirty texts and photos. By the time my father got home from work, I was wound tight with lust, desperate for release.
At dinner, Vivian sat across from me, wearing a low-cut dress that showed off her ample cleavage. Every time she leaned forward, I caught a glimpse of the lacy bra she wore underneath.
I shifted in my seat, trying to hide my growing erection. Vivian noticed and smirked, slowly sliding her foot up my leg under the table. When she reached my crotch, she applied pressure, rubbing me through the fabric of my pants.
I choked on my food, drawing a concerned look from my father. "Are you alright?" he asked.
I nodded, taking a sip of water to clear my throat. "Fine. Just went down the wrong pipe."
Vivian continued to torture me throughout the meal, her foot never leaving my lap. By the time we finished eating, I was ready to combust.
"Vivian and I will clean up," I said quickly, shooting her a meaningful look.
My father nodded and retired to his study, leaving us alone in the kitchen. The moment he was out of earshot, I grabbed Vivian and crushed my lips to hers.
"You're evil," I growled against her mouth.
She giggled and ground her hips against mine. "You love it."
I did. I really fucking did.
Without another word, I hoisted Vivian onto the counter and stepped between her legs. Our kisses turned frantic, teeth clashing and tongues dueling as we clawed at each other's clothes.
I managed to free Vivian's breasts from her dress, latching onto one of her nipples with a groan. She threw her head back, her hips bucking against mine.
"Fuck me," she panted. "Now."
I didn't need to be told twice. I shoved her skirt up around her waist and ripped her panties off with a satisfying tear. Then I freed my cock and thrust inside her with a guttural moan.
"Yes," Vivian hissed, wrapping her legs around my waist. "Harder."
I complied, slamming into her with punishing strokes. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mingling with our desperate moans.
"Ungh... I'm gonna come," Vivian warned, her walls starting to flutter around me.
I reached between us and circled her clit with my thumb, pushing her over the edge. She came with a silent scream, her pussy clenching me like a vice.
The feel of her pulsing around me triggered my own release and I spilled inside her with a muffled groan. We collapsed against each other, chests heaving as we came down from our high.
After we caught our breath, we quickly cleaned up and straightened our clothes. Vivian shot me a wink before sauntering off to find my father, leaving me to finish cleaning the kitchen.
As I washed the dishes, I couldn't help but marvel at how far we had come. From furtive touches and quick fucks to full-blown kitchen sex while my father was in the next room.
I knew it was risky. I knew we were playing with fire. But I couldn't bring myself to care. Being with Vivian was worth every moment of danger and uncertainty.
And as long as we had each other, I was willing to keep pushing boundaries and testing limits. No matter the consequences.
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