I'm so fucked. I can't believe I almost did it. That moment when his throbbing cock was in my hand, and he was moaning my name... it was intense. But god, I feel so guilty.

It all started with a simple invite to a dinner with my best friend, Nick. He was single again after his girlfriend broke up with him, and I felt bad for him. But also, a little relieved because he was mine again.

We arrived at the dinner, and I immediately saw him—all dressed up in his suit and tie, looking so damn hot. His eyes met mine, and he gave me a smile that made my heart race. We sat down, and I couldn't help but notice the sadness in his eyes.

As we ate, my mind wandered to that one time we almost hooked up but stopped short. I could feel the tension between us, like a charged wire waiting to spark. But then, things took an unexpected turn.

Nick excused himself, leaving the table for what I thought was the bathroom. Instead, he led me to his car outside and locked us in. His hands found their way to my thighs before slowly inching upwards. His touch sent electric shocks through my body as he ran his fingers along my lace panties, making me wet instantly.

He pressed his hard throbbing cock against my stomach, and I could feel the heat radiating from it. His lips found mine in a heated kiss that left me breathless. I could taste the desire on his tongue, mixed with the sweetness of the wine.

I wanted him. I wanted him so badly that I almost begged him to take me right there in the car. But just as I was about to give in, I heard someone knocking on the window.

It was Nick's friends looking for him. The spell was broken. I couldn't look at him as we walked back inside, feeling guilty and ashamed.

The rest of the night was a blur. I tried to focus on the conversation, but all I could think about was that moment in the car. His touch, his lips, the heat of his body against mine.

The next day, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Nick's face. The desire was still there, burning inside me. But the guilt and regret were overwhelming.

Nick was my best friend, and we had almost crossed a line that was so wrong. I knew that if we had, things between us would never be the same again. But fuck, I wish we had.