" She smiled."If I knew I could kiss like that, I'd have led the chase."It then seemed natural to resume our kiss. This time I was completely aware of...the totally feminine form I was holding and lost no time caressing and stroking the bits I could reach, although my left hand never left her long, soft hair."Don't you think one of us is a little overdressed?" Teresa asked emphasising her lovely Irish accent.I nodded my total agreement, but instead of undressing I took her slender hand and led. "That's enough, Liam." She said in a firm tone. "You can't talk about that night like that. We all got caught up in a moment that was intensified by the threat of being killed. However, it wasn't right. No matter how good it felt, it was unnatural and wrong and can never happen again." My wife said in a way that seemed like she was almost trying to convince herself as well as Liam."It didn't feel wrong to me." Liam retorted. "It felt perfect." Yes, it did feel perfect. But it can't ever happen. Despite being in the same neighborhood, Charlotte’s house was bigger than my mom’s. The exterior design was similar, the only difference was the extra rooms and total floor area.When I reached, I noticed her driveway was empty. I stayed in my car and anxiously waited for her to come back. My palms were already sweating from the intense anticipation of what was promised of. God, I still couldn’t believe that Charlotte had actually wanted me to come over her house and fuck her.A red Mustang came. I sat in my room, reading, trying to get my mind off of my problems with girls and now my strained day with my stepmom. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I hardly noticed the familiar creaking of my parents' bed across the hall from me. "Great," I sighed to myself, settling in for another round of my dad slamming into my stepmom. I checked my watch. It was ten-thirty, somewhat early for them. As I read and the steady sounds of fucking came muffled through my air vent, I thought about.