Chapter 1: Lustful Encounter

I know we shouldn't do more than kissing and I know we are both thinking that, but, we can't get ourselves to stop. Instead, I took his hands and moved it right under my pleated skirt. He got the hint and knew exactly what to do. I don't know if I have ever had any doubt in my mind as to Jon's skills, I am glad that whatever doubt has been cleared.

Max is very handsome, but he can't do this. Not like this. And even if he could, it won't feel this way.

Max! Oh my Max! The man I'm getting married to by June. But, I can't still get myself to breakaway. Infact, the thought of Max made me want Jon the more. This is wild and scary, yet Jon's fingers are moving with the right rhythm at the exact spot it's supposed to be. Max can't give me this, I can't help but moan as Jon's mouth locked my mouth. I felt Jon breaking away but I held on to him and whisper into his ear, "I want you so much" .

"We have to stop", Jon said, his tongue was already working down to my stomach.

"Why?"

"You Know why, Tessy"

"But I want to. I want you"

"No, you don't"

"I do. I'm quite sure" I said.

"No way. We can't".

But I am already using his hands to remove my thong and as I reached for his belt, he stopped me and kept staring at me. Come on Jon, you shouldn't be having second thoughts now .

Good a thing I don't give up so easily, while staring into his eyes, I slowly unbuttoned my little blouse and let it fall off my shoulders to the floor. I loosed my messy bun and my long hair fell on my shoulders and my bare back. Standing naked in front of Jon in the garden is a beauty to behold. I took his hands to cup my breasts and he couldn't resist . He grabbed me as he unbuckled his belt and I helped him with his shirt. What beauty and a little bit of determination can't do, doesn't exist? Right there in the garden, under a shed in the rain, I slept with my fiance's best man.

. . .

We lasted a long time together, maybe it's because we drank a lot before now. But I feel it's because we have chemistry and so we match each other's sexual prowess. We rolled away from each other, catching our breath, our body soaked and our eyes closed . The rain suddenly stopped.

"Ah", he said, as he moved a twig from the back of his arm and flung it away from us. "Damn!"

Seems I had made quite an impression, so I smiled.

"We shouldn't have done that" , he said.

"It's already too late" I said, using my fingers to stroke his chest and working my way down to his torso.

He quickly took my hand and kissed it. "So late . . . sssshit".

"You won't tell Max, are you?" I asked

"Are you crazy ? Hell no . . . You're not either", he said, looking slightly panicked.

"Of course not, I'm telling no one," I said. Then suddenly, Sandra's face flashed through my mind—her expression of what I did with the man who is supposed to be her boyfriend and my fiance's best man. Will it be shock or hurt ? Not that I care but I would want to know what her reaction will be. Will I even get a dramatic facial expression?

Jon intertwined his fingers with mine, kissed my hand and loosened his fingers. "We should go back into the house and shower or something" .

"Shower? Together?" I asked hopefully.

"No" , he laughed nervously . "I think we have done enough damage for just one night, Tessy" .

As he stood up, dressed and made his way into the house, I wanted to ask him what will happen from here. I wanted to know if what we did meant something to him, how he felt about it, if this is a one-time thing or whether it will happen again. But I started feeling muzzy, unclear, and a little bit scared. I hurriedly wore my clothes and ran after him. I caught up with him inside the house, he turned around and I kissed him. He kissed me right back.

"Good night, Tessy", Jon said.

"Goodnight" , I replied.

I can't believe what had just happened—though I still don't regret it. Infact, regret isn't on the list of whatever I am feeling or about to feel tonight. I got into the shower and as I wet my hair while running my fingers through my hair and looking at myself in the mirror, I caught a glimpse of my beautiful, colourless diamond ring. I stared at it, admired it and caressed it. Instantly, I felt the sudden urge to cry and I gave in. I kept looking at my engagement ring as tears rolled down my cheeks and I pictured Max reading a book in the kitchen in our house. A house we picked together, the house we will start a family in, the house we will grow old together, and yet, with everything that happened tonight, I still have no regret.

After my hot shower, I took time scrubbing off the mud and grass stains out of my white pleated skirt with bleach that I found in the kitchen. But it was hopeless, and I know it can't be in the washing machine because it will ruin the pleating and also the fabric is very delicate. So all I did was fold the skirt, put it into a black plastic bag, and stuffed it into the trash bag but I made sure to put it under piles of trash.

I'm not the kind of person that burns a dress. I might have cheated on my fiance and betrayed my best friend. But I don't burn dresses. And, I definitely won't burn an expensive Coco Chanel custom-made pleated skirt.