Forbidden Addiction

Chapter 1: Sex With A Stranger

Whitney Pov

"How are you today " I asked excitedly and I brought my head out the window in the car as he drove with speed.

I knew it's not right, but I just needed to attain some level of craziness today because my life was so normal everyday.

He put his hand around my waist and tried to pull me back.

"Whitney, I know you are drunk but..." I didn't let him complete his phrases when I shouted, "Watch out." After detecting a striding car moving toward us.

Immediately he did the right thing by swiveling to another path, he halted the car, I opened the door immediately and I leaned on the ground.

“Whitney, are you alright? Whitney!!” He came down as well walking in my direction tilting on his knees as he raised my head.

He looked troubled about me, why? We were not so intimate.

I bursted into laughter saying,” Best lift ever, I wished for it.”

“Come on, I felt you were angry or something bad happened to you, it appears you are extra barfly than I thought.”

"No, I'm not drunk." I laughed as he grabbed me up and took me to the car as he opened the door,” I will ensure I take you home safely.”

He finally drove off to my apartment.

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“Finally I got you home safely,I think I can leave now.”

“But we just got here, at least sit a little before heading home, I got a spare drink.” I laughed bringing out the whiskey I kept in my bag.

“You've been drinking a lot.” He said as I opened the door.

“Thanks for this if you insist.” He said with a smile.

I liked his smile, I didn't expect him to smile, he seemed like a serious person.

“So did you enjoy the reunion? Like meeting your old friends, remembering some ugly past you might not be proud of?”

“I don't like any party, but I was happy I attended the reunion, I got to spend a lot of time with my crush you know, I won’t forget this year's reunion.”

So he got a crush on someone at the reunion, who was the lucky girl?I wondered.

I was about to take the bottle of whiskey when our hands touched each other and then he looked deep into my eyes like he was trying to look at my soul, he pressed his lips on mine and I felt like I couldn't resist this kiss. We kissed slowly and then passionately. His kiss gradually became domineering, I felt like I was going to be out of breath before he finally ended the kiss.

I wanted more and I knew he wanted too.

He caressed my body while kissing me as we started taking off our clothes gradually, I gasped seeing his handsome body then the next he took off my white panties, now we both were nude as he uses his right hand caressing my right breast with his tongue on my left breast, I felt the pleasure as I moaned slowly.

I knew what's going to happen, even though it was my first time, but my best friend Lucy taught me a lot about it. She always persuaded me to enjoy life to the fullest, including, of course, sex life.

Lucy told me to learn to relax and sex is the best way to relax. Maybe she was right.

He kissed me slowly from my neck down to my stomach, my entire body was on fire while he did this, I never wanted him to stop, I loved everything taking place and I was so lost in my senses.

Finally he entered my body, I screamed out because of the sharp pains. He probably realized that it was my first time, so the next move was much gentler. With his mouth now on my breast, I could feel less pain and more pleasure, he made love to me passionately and I held him so close to me, moaning out the excitement in me.

I had to say the first sexual experience was good, he was gentle and he took care of my feelings. He gave me a joy I had never felt before.

In addition, he was Eugene McDonald, the youngest richest black man in Arizona here in the US and the heir and CEO of McDonald Group comprises various types of businesses. He was a business genius and the man of many women's longing.

I couldn't believe I had a one night stand with him. I shouldn't have done this and felt like I made a mistake.

I had a one night stand with a stranger! It couldn't be said to be a complete stranger. After all, we met a few times in high school, but we were not very familiar. I didn't even know if he still remembers me but we are of different colors, he is black and I am white.

It all happened because of my high school reunion.

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...A Few Hours Earlier before the nightstand...

I was fast asleep and I felt some pain when I found myself on the ground. Damn I did it again, when will I sleep without rolling off the bed?

I realized my phone was ringing, checking the caller, it was Thelma, my only friend in high school. I wasn't an outgoing and cheerful girl in high school, and I'm grateful to Thelma for wanting to be good friends with me, she was very nice to me.

"Hello, Thelma. How are you?"

"Hello Whitney, Just wanted to tell you not to forget our high school reunion."

"Thank you dear, I almost forgot it. You know I don't like events like this. "

"Oh come on, I haven't seen you for a long time. I hope you will be there. Don’t worry, just some of our familiar classmates"

“Fine, I will be there on time. For you.”

“Thank you dear. I will see you later.”

I really didn't like parties, most of the time I felt bored, but for my good friend Thelma, I was willing to go.