It was a fine afternoon, and I was at home after completing my project the previous day. Now, I have a few days of freedom ahead of me. I sat in my garden, sipping my coffee and the delightful weather. Out of nowhere, a loud crash shattered the silence, and a car smashed through my fence. Startled, I quickly rose to my feet, realizing the potential danger if I had been in that part of the garden. I accidentally knocked my coffee mug off the table and quickly went outside to look into the chaos. I was frustrated to find that someone had damaged my trash can, leaving a mess on my front porch and breaking my garden fence.

I stormed out of my garden, my heart pounding with anger and adrenaline, and saw a man stepping out of the car that had just crashed through my fence.

"Are you out of your mind?" I yelled, pointing at the broken fence and the scattered trash. "Look what you've done to my garden!"

The man looked a bit dazed but quickly regained his composure. "I'm so sorry," he stammered, "I lost control of the car. It was an accident."

"An accident?" I scoffed, hands on my hips. "Do you have any idea how dangerous that was? I could have been sitting right there!"

He ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "I know, okay? I already said I'm sorry. What do you want me to do about it?"

"How about you start by cleaning up this mess?" I shot back. "And you'll be paying for the repairs, obviously."

His eyes narrowed. "Fine, I'll cover the damages, but you don't have to be so rude about it."

"Rude?" I echoed, my voice rising. "You crashed a car through my fence! How am I supposed to react, with a smile and a wave?"

He threw up his hands. "Look, I don't need this. Just send me the bill for the repairs and let's be done with it."

"Oh, believe me, I will," I snapped, turning on my heel. "And you'd better pray I don't charge you extra for emotional distress."

As I walked away, I heard him mutter something under his breath. "Unbelievable," I turned back and yelled at him. "Yeah, unbelievable. How could anyone be that pathetic at driving?"

I was so angry that I didn't notice my boyfriend's car. When he came out, I yelled at the man who had ruined my garden. Luke immediately went up to me and asked what was going on, so I told him the whole thing. I assumed Luke was going to fight the man, but instead, he looked at him and dipped his head. The man removed his cap and walked forward to shake hands with my boyfriend. I was taken aback. Because my home spoiler is my college crush. He was the captain of a football team. His name is Dane Woods. I can't believe after eight years I still feel butterflies in my stomach. When Luke turned back, I had to put my falsely angry face on display.

I stood back and when Luke came back to me, I raised my hands and asked. "What the hell was that?"

Luke responded. "What do you mean?"

I clenched my jaw. "I thought you were going to fight for me because he spoiled my..."

Luke cut me off. "Come on, love, it was a mistake, and also, moving is a hell of a job so I think you need to cut him a slack."

I pointed my thumb to the next door. "He moved here?"

Luke nodded and placed his arm around my shoulders as we walked inside. I couldn't believe Dane would now be living so near me. We never spoke in college since I was the glasses, braces, and nerdy type of girl. He doesn't even remember me, so why on earth am I getting tingly thinking he's next door doing God knows what? Almost the entire night, I twisted and turned, wanting to rush out of my house and barge into his to see if he still had those tattoos on his shoulders and chest.

Even after so many years, I realized I was still standing in my college days when I used to please myself with the help of my hand and by thinking about him. I found my hand between my thighs. I looked at my hand and then looked at my boyfriend, who was sleeping next to me. I felt like I was doing something wrong to him so I decided to remove my hand that was nestled between my legs and the moment I did it, I felt a sharp urge in my core to give it what it desired. For a few minutes, I struggled not to do it but when I was on the verge of crying, I sat up, climbed out of my bed and rushed to the bathroom.

I sat on a seat and spread my legs. As my hand moved downward, the moment my fingers brushed the edges of my curls, I leaned back and closed my eyes, soaking up the moment. I began to imagine Dane sitting between my legs, gently brushing his fingers along the inside of my thighs. Gradually, he used both hands to part my folds and expertly explored the sensitive areas of my core with his tongue, creating an intense sensation inside me. When I plunged my finger inside my desire, I envisioned the sensation of his finger, moving in and out, bringing me immense pleasure.

I could feel my breath becoming heavier. I brought my other hand up to my breast, gently caressing it. I yearned for the release of an orgasm, knowing that I wouldn't achieve it until both my breasts and core were thoroughly pleasured. Dane's one hand is on my breast and I keep imagining him kissing and thrusting into me. My muscles started to clench, and I also needed to keep my moans low because I didn't want Luke to wake up and see his girlfriend self-pleasuring in a bathroom. I leaned forward slightly as the excitement reached its peak. My lips parted and a quiet moan escaped. I felt the creases on my forehead. I noticed that my hand was squeezing my breast quite strongly, causing sharp pain but this pain has its own pleasure. As my other hand kept stroking my depths, a wave of satisfaction washed over me, causing me to shudder and finally release a stream of pent-up heat on my own fingers.

I withdrew my finger and leaned back, allowing myself to regain my regular breathing. I remained seated for a few more minutes before cleaning myself. Afterward, I made my way to the sink and gazed at my reflection in the mirror. After college, I took the time to groom myself. After washing my hands, I can't help but keep glancing at my reflection in the mirror. I wondered how long I would continue indulging in thoughts about Dane.

When I didn't get the answer, I let out a sigh. Now is the perfect moment to bring Dane out of your imagination and make him a reality to fulfill your desires.

I climbed into bed and fell asleep right away. As I opened my eyes, a strange sound filled the air. I turned and placed a pillow over my ear. I couldn't ignore the annoying hammer sound any longer, so I grumbled and reluctantly got out of bed. I made my way over to the window to see what on earth was happening outside my house. I paused, my gaze fixed on Dane as he stood in his tracks and repaired my fence.

I blushed and quickly made my way to the bathroom. After freshening up, I didn't bother changing and hurried outside in my PJs. It felt like the perfect opportunity to start talking to him.

I opened the door and stepped outside, As the hammer struck, my heart swayed with excitement. I couldn't help but notice how his muscles flexed under his t-shirt as he worked, and his brow furrowed in concentration. I could feel my heart racing in sync with the rhythmic pounding of the hammer.

My cheeks started to flush and I quickly averted my gaze, hoping to avoid any attention. However, my attention was irresistibly pulled back to him, as if there was an invisible force guiding my gaze. I spotted a brand-new trash can. I glanced over at Dane, who seemed completely engrossed in fixing it, his face glistening with sweat.

Dane paused to wipe the sweat from his forehead, catching my gaze for a brief moment. I felt a sudden tightness in my chest, but I gathered the courage to go to him.

He looked at me and I pointed at a trash can. "Thanks for that."

Dane shot up his shoulders. "No need to thank me; I made a mess so..."

I flicked my hand and interrupted him. "Actually, I am sorry I was being rude yesterday."

Dane shook his head and resumed fixing. "No, I need to apologize; your reaction was normal."

I placed a hand on a broken fence. "How about some coffee?"

Dane shook his head. "No, I have a shift in two hours, and I have to finish this as soon as possible."

I kept my hand. "Don't you like hazelnut coffee anymore?"

Dane was taken aback, and he stood up. "How do you know about this?"

I smiled and kept both hands back on my ass. "Actually, I know you from my college and you were the captain of a football team."

Dane's face brightened up. "Really? But I am sure I have never seen you ever in my life."

I sighed and pointed at my house. "Coffee?"

Dane took off his gloves. "Yeah, now for sure."

As we entered, he settled onto a stool while I prepared his favorite hazelnut coffee. It was then that I mustered the courage to share a little about my college days—the time when I wore glasses, had braces, and was considered a bit of a nerd. He was my crush for four long years, but I never found the confidence to approach him.

Dane laughed and his laugh was still gorgeous. "So, you never came to me and talked because I was your crush?"

I shook my head. "I never came to you because you never noticed my presence and you always seemed busy with Drea."

Dane's smile vanished and he handed him a coffee and asked. "What happened?"

Dane looked outside the window of my kitchen. "I and Drea got married after college."

And now my stomach butterflies have vanished, my smile and blushing cheeks have transformed into sadness, and he can sense the difference in me. Dane kept his coffee on the kitchen counter. "Now, what happened to you?"

I shook my head and attempted to maintain my best phony and charming demeanor. "How is Drea now?"

Dane lifted his eyebrow. "Do you really want to know about her?"

I nodded with the same smile.

Dane moved closer to me and whispered in my ear. "Don't worry, we split last month, so quit putting on a fake smile and return to your original blushing face.

I looked at him and our eyes locked for a few minutes. Dane and I started to move closer and closer until our lips brushed but I stepped back at the last moment, maybe because that lack of confidence girl still lives in me. Dane tilted his head and looked at me. I tried to change the atmosphere and asked. "Do you still have those tattoos?"

Dane sipped his coffee, kept a mug, reached the hem of his shirt, and pulled it over his head. I gasped to see his bare skin, didn't hesitate to touch his arm and when my hand moved to his chest, he kept his hand over mine and asked. "What are you doing?"

And this time, I did not step back. Dane was sitting on a stool, and I was standing; he split his legs and set me in. Dane grabbed me by the waist and pressed his lips against mine. His tongue began to explore the inner part of my lips, and I let him in without resistance, moaning under his mouth since all of my fantasies were becoming true. My hands were still on his chest. Our tongues swirled toward one another, his hands began to squeeze my back, and his nibbling on my lower lips was so easy to lead me to cloud nine.

He lost his balance on a stool and was about to fall but he broke the kiss, kept his hands on the counter, and prevented himself from falling. Dane immediately stood up and told me. "I think I should leave."

I didn't even look at him and I nodded. He left me restless and tingly because I wanted to go so far, and it was just a start and he left. For some minutes, I paced in my kitchen. I thought I should not let this chance go because he had finally started to notice me. I picked up his coffee mug and went to his place. He opened the door and was shocked to see me. But I smiled and handed him a mug. "You forgot the coffee."

Dane took the coffee. "If you want, you can come inside, I am not imposing anything on you."

The second he asked for my opinion, I stepped inside and looked at him. "You didn't impose anything on me."

He didn't respond so I pointed at my house. "There, whatever happened, it was all I wanted."

Dane kept his mug on a shelf close to the door. He shut the door behind me, picked me up, and pinned me to the door. "This is what you want, or not?"

I didn't respond, cupped his face, and started to kiss him. He kept pinning me to the wall and his hands reached for my breasts and my legs, wrapped around his waist. His length started to get hard, and I was feeling it between my legs. I told him while kissing. "I don't like you if you keep treating me gentlemanly."

He smacked my ass and I closed my eyes and whispered. "More." He smacked again and I asked him more and more until I started feeling my ass skin raw. Although he was smacking over my shorts, his hands were heavy enough to make my skin red. My kisses moved to his neck and once again he backed off and put me on the floor. "I don't think it's a good idea."

I nodded. "Yeah, right, I also don't want to be a rebound sex girl."

Dane with heavy breathing. "I think we should maintain a distance."

I nodded and stormed out of his place. The moment I entered, Luke was standing there and calling my phone but the phone was in my room under the pillow. He asked. "Where the hell were you?"

I lied. "I went to Dane and offered him a coffee as a sorry for being an ass to him yesterday, plus a thank you for the new trash can and fence fixing."

Luke smiled and embraced me. "That's like my girl." I wrapped my hands around Luke's torso and realized Dane is my desire but that doesn't change the fact that I also want Luke in my life. I still feel warm and good in his arms. Luke told me that tomorrow he is going for two days out of the city and he will be in a remote place so there will be no contact for two straight days. I packed his bag.

The next morning, after saying goodbye to him, I started making chicken pie. I decided to put a pie in an oven and then rushed to take a shower because I was feeling hot. I double-checked the temperature and went upstairs. I lost track of time in the shower but when I heard my smoke alarm, I quickly wrapped the towel and came downstairs. The moment I set foot on the last step my eyes landed on Dane, who was standing on my counter and doing something with my smoke alarm. The whole kitchen and lounge were smoked.

I started to cough, and I was using my arm to set aside the smoke while walking towards Dane. When he turned off the alarm and came down, shocked to see me in a towel, When I noticed his drool, I recalled being in a towel. I turned around but my foot was wet and I slipped.

Dane held me and prevented me from falling to the floor, but my towel fell to the floor. Dane picked me up, walked over to the couch and placed me there. I was sitting naked on my sofa next to Dane. He briefly kissed my lips and then moved down to my neck and then to my breasts. He closed his mouth around my pebble and kept swiveling with his thumb and finger around the other pebble. After giving my breast pleasing kisses and sucking and pinching, he spread my legs and sat between them. Before burying his face between my thighs, he bit on my inner thigh. I moaned and threw my head back. His tongue stroked me at all the correct places and his hands moved to my ass and he kept squeezing them so hard. This was the first time I felt a smile on my face while someone buried his face in my core.

It was way more beautiful than imagining all these years of Dane doing this and that to me because now I was feeling something euphoric, and when I felt an orgasm start to build inside me, I told him once again. "Dane, I need you to do harder to get to me at the crescendo."

He kept kissing, sucking, and licking my core while squeezing my ass hard enough to feel my skin going to rupture. I screamed his name and a hot white stream spilled on his tongue. He sucked every last drop of my hot stream and in the end, he swiped his tongue to make sure he had it all. When I was on the verge of getting my breath normal, he immediately came out of his clothes and picked me up, gently placing me on the couch with him lying on his back. He then positioned me on top of his firm shaft, with one of my legs on each side.

His shaft felt like a red-hot iron rod, my core was already raw, wet, and pulsating. He once again picked me up and asked me to set the head of essence at my needy core. Slowly, he was putting me down to his essence and when he crossed the threshold, I moaned and threw my head back. When he was deep inside me, he asked me to ride on him and I started to move my ass back and forth. His hand was on my waist and he was also using his strength to move me up and down to his length. I could not believe it when my second orgasm started to growl inside me. I kept my hands on his chest and his tattoos reminded me of times when I used to imagine all this in my room for four years until I met Luke.

Now, when my mind reached the name of Luke, I started to imagine that Luke was sitting on a table and looking at us. It thrilled me more and I sped up riding his essence until once again I released on his hard shaft and Dane also spilled a hot gush inside me. I leaned back on his folded knees. When we both started to breathe normally, Dane withdrew his tool from my core, slipped back into his clothes and gave me the towel.

We sat there for a while and then he left, and I went to my bedroom. My phone started to ring and it was Luke. I picked it up and he told me there would be no signals for two days. I told him I was going to miss him so badly, with tears in my eyes. He blew me a kiss and ended the call. I flopped on my back onto my bed, eagerly anticipating the moment when this latest and wildest imagination would become a reality. I am watched by Luke as Dane and I have sex, and then Dane will watch as Luke and I engage in sex.

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