From Our House

House Party

The doorbell rang, echoing through the empty house. Sarah paused her tidying, wiping sweat from her brow, and made her way to the front door. She hadn’t been expecting company, particularly not at 2 o’clock on a Tuesday afternoon. As she approached the door, she peered through the spyhole. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight before her.

Standing on the doorstep was none other than Jack, her best friend from university. But this wasn’t the Jack she remembered. Gone was the lanky, awkward student. In his place stood a tall, muscular man, his broad chest barely contained by a tight white t-shirt. His jeans hugged his hips, leaving little to the imagination. But it was his face that really caught her attention. Gone were the thick-rimmed glasses and patchy beard. In their place was a chiseled jaw, a straight nose, and eyes that sparkled with mischief.

Sarah hesitated for a moment. It had been five years since they last saw each other. Jack had moved abroad for work, and they had drifted apart. But Sarah had never forgotten about him, or the one night they spent together before graduation. It had been a drunken mistake, or so she had told herself. But deep down, she knew that wasn’t true. There had always been a spark between them, a connection that neither of them could deny.

She took a deep breath and opened the door. “Jack? Is that really you?”

He grinned, his perfect teeth gleaming in the sunshine. “Sarah! Long time no see! I’m sorry for the surprise visit, but I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d drop by. I hope that’s okay.”

Sarah stepped aside to let him in, her heart racing. “Of course, come in. It’s so good to see you.”

As he walked past her, she couldn’t help but notice the way his jeans stretched across his ass. It was a sight she had fantasized about many times over the years. She quickly pushed the thought aside and led him into the living room.

“It’s a lovely house you’ve got here,” Jack said, looking around appreciatively. “Very…cozy.”

Sarah felt herself blush at the compliment. “Thanks. It’s not much, but it’s home.”

Jack sat down on the couch, patting the space beside him. “Well, then. Shall we catch up? I’ve got so much to tell you!”

Sarah sat down next to him, crossing her legs and trying to ignore the heat emanating from his body. “I’d love that. How have you been? What have you been up to?”

Jack launched into a tale of his travels, his job, his newfound hobbies. Sarah listened intently, laughing and nodding along. It was like no time had passed at all. The conversation flowed easily, and before she knew it, several hours had slipped by.

As the sun began to set, Jack yawned and stretched. “Wow, I can’t believe how late it’s gotten! I should probably be going.”

Sarah felt a pang of disappointment. She wasn’t ready for him to leave just yet. “Oh, no need to rush. Why don’t you stay for dinner? I was just about to start cooking anyway.”

Jack grinned. “You don’t have to ask me twice. I’m famished!”

They bustled around the kitchen together, preparing a simple meal of spaghetti and salad. As they cooked, they continued to chat and joke, their bodies bumping against each other as they navigated the small space.

Sarah felt herself growing flustered, her skin tingling every time Jack’s hand brushed hers. She tried to focus on the task at hand, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

As they sat down to eat, the sexual tension between them was palpable. They made small talk, but their eyes kept wandering to each other’s lips, to the way they curled around their forks.

Sarah knew she should put a stop to it, but she couldn’t. She wanted Jack, more than anything. And from the way he was looking at her, she could tell he wanted her too.

Boldly, she got up from the table and walked over to him. She leaned down and whispered in his ear. “I want you. Right now.”

Jack’s eyes widened, but he didn’t hesitate. He stood up and pulled her close, his lips crashing against hers in a passionate kiss. Sarah melted into his embrace, her hands roaming over his muscular back.

They made their way to the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way. As they tumbled onto the bed, Jack’s hands explored every inch of Sarah’s body, igniting a fire inside her.

They made love with a feverish intensity, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Jack was as attentive and generous a lover as ever, bringing Sarah to the brink of ecstasy again and again.

Finally, they both collapsed, sweaty and spent. But Sarah knew this was just the beginning. For the rest of the night, they explored each other’s bodies, their faces, their voices, until dawn broke and they fell, exhausted, into a deep sleep.

In the morning, Jack woke Sarah with a kiss. She opened her eyes and smiled at him, remembering all the pleasure they had shared the night before.

“I have to go,” he said softly. “But let’s not let it be so long until next time.”

Sarah agreed, her heart full of hope and anticipation. As much as she wanted him to stay, she knew he had a life elsewhere. But she also knew that their connection had only grown stronger, and that one way or another, they would find a way to be together again.

For now, she could content herself with the memories of their night together, and the promise of more to come. And as Jack walked out the door, she couldn’t help but smile to herself, already counting down the days until she could see him again.|im_end|>