midnight, but in the end his carnal desires got the better of him.
Pulling me into a dark and narrow side street he pushed me against the wall. His body was pressed so close to mine that his hardness dug into my leg. His kiss was rough, almost hostile, and awakened some primitive lust in me. Forbidden fruits truly were the sweetest. Driven by impulse I kissed him back. My pulse raced when I thought of what we were doing, and both of us knew full well we could have been seen by a passer-by at any moment.

“Do you have somewhere we can go?” he asked breathlessly.

Fleetingly I considered and dismissed both my options. I couldn’t tell him about my room at Katherine’s and my house was out of the question. “My parents would hear us,” I said quietly.

“We could go down to the lake,” he proposed.

“It’s too cold!” I argued.

I could sense his frustration mounting rapidly.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, pounding the wall above my head. I closed my eyes and waited for the storm to pass. When his glance fell upon my face he composed himself. He kissed me once more, hungrily but this time more gently.

Almost affectionately.

Almost.

Then he straightened my clothes and said he’d see me tomorrow before walking back out into the street and starting for home. I waited a few moments before I emerged from the alley and headed in the opposite direction. It had already passed three o’clock.

* * * * *

The next morning he came to my house. My parents, who were downstairs, greeted him warmly as usual and sent him up to my room. I assumed he’d come to get me and that we would go out, but he closed the door behind him. Before I could ask what he was doing he grabbed me and kissed me. His tongue forced its way deep into my mouth as he backed me into the corner where my back came to rest against my small writing table.

Our illicit moments in the dark had been one thing, but I couldn’t believe my friend was now proposing we bring this into the house of my parents. And in broad daylight, no less. The notion didn’t appeal to me at all.

“Erich…”

“Shh,” he silenced me before resuming his kiss with more passion.

While my parents tended not to bother us when Erich visited, there was no lock on my door and either of them could come in whenever they pleased. The shame I felt at the prospect of being discovered kissing my best friend was unbearable. I tried to push him away but he only pulled me closer.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it,” he whispered in my ear then he brought his hand between my legs.

He was right. I was already hard.

A satisfied little grin settled on his lips as he gazed into my eyes.

“Lie back,” he said. “I want to see your face while I fuck you.”

He couldn’t be serious.

Panicking somewhat, my mind grappled for an effective way to stop him, but he had already got my trousers halfway off and was pushing me back onto the table.
I could have protested. The rational part of me wanted to. But my own lust coupled with my fear of Erich’s temper was more powerful than my worries that we might be caught, and I