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The summer barbecue buzzed with laughter and the clinking of glasses. Sarah, perched on the edge of a picnic table, felt a different kind of buzz—a restless hum beneath her skin. Her gaze drifted across the lawn, snagging on Dan as he wrestled with his son near the volleyball net. The way his t-shirt stretched across his back, the flex of muscle... it sent a jolt through her. "Penny for your thoughts?" Her sister, Emily, plopped down beside her, a plate piled high with potato salad. "Just admiring the view," Sarah said, a little too quickly. Emily snorted. "Right. And I'm sure the view is the prize-winning petunias." Sarah nudged her playfully. "Shut up." "Nope. I'm on to you. You've been staring at Dan all afternoon. You gonna make a move or what?" "Don't be ridiculous." But her cheeks flushed. "He's our neighbor. And he's married." "So? His wife is out of town. And I've seen the way he looks at you. The man's practically drooling." Emily winked. "Live a little, Sarah. You deserve it." The idea, once planted, took root. Sarah watched Dan, really watched him, as he tossed a ball to his son. He caught her eye and smiled, a slow, easy smile that made her stomach flip. "I'm going to get a drink," she announced, standing abruptly. "That's my girl," Emily murmured, already distracted by a group of cousins. Sarah headed for the cooler, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. Dan intercepted her. "Hey," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Everything okay?" "Fine," she croaked. "Just thirsty." He leaned closer, his arm brushing hers. "You seem a little flustered." "It's hot," she said, fanning herself with her hand. "It is," he agreed, his eyes lingering on her face. "Listen, I was thinking of taking a walk later, down by the creek. Want to join me?" The invitation hung in the air, thick with unspoken meaning. Sarah swallowed hard. "Maybe," she whispered. Later, as dusk painted the sky in shades of purple and orange, Sarah found herself walking alongside Dan, the sounds of the barbecue fading behind them. The air was cool and damp, heavy with the scent of earth and honeysuckle. "So," Dan said, breaking the silence. "What did you decide?" "About what?" she asked, feigning innocence. He stopped walking, turning to face her. "About joining me." He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her jaw. "I've wanted to do this all day." Sarah closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. "Me too," she admitted. He kissed her then, a slow, lingering kiss that sent shivers down her spine. His lips were soft and warm, his tongue exploring hers with a gentle urgency. She moaned softly, her hands tangling in his hair. He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire. "Let's go somewhere private," he murmured. She nodded, her body humming with anticipation. He took her hand, leading her deeper into the woods, towards the creek. They found a small clearing, hidden from view by a thick curtain of trees. He pulled her close, kissing her again, harder this time. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her breasts, her waist, her hips. "God, you're beautiful," he breathed, his voice rough with lust. She pushed his t-shirt up, exposing his chest. His skin was warm and smooth beneath her hands. She kissed his nipples, sucking gently until he groaned. He unbuttoned her shirt, his fingers trembling slightly. Her breasts spilled out, full and heavy. He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs teasing her nipples until they hardened. "I want you so bad," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. She pulled him closer, pressing her body against his. "Then take me," she said, her voice barely a whisper. He didn't need to be told twice. He lowered her to the ground, his body covering hers. He kissed her deeply, his tongue plunging into her mouth. He unzipped her jeans, pulling them down her legs. She kicked them off, her body bare beneath the moonlight. He fumbled with his own belt, his fingers clumsy with eagerness. Finally, he managed to unbuckle it, pulling down his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and hard. She gasped at the sight of it, her desire reaching a fever pitch. She reached out, wrapping her fingers around his shaft. He groaned, his hips bucking against her hand. "Please," he begged. "I can't wait any longer." She guided him inside her, her body welcoming him with a wet, eager heat. He thrust into her, his movements slow and deliberate at first, then faster and more frantic. She moaned, her body arching beneath his. The sensations were overwhelming, a dizzying mix of pleasure and pain. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. He pounded into her, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She met his thrusts, her body writhing against his. The world narrowed, focusing on the feel of his cock inside her, the sound of their bodies slapping together, the taste of his sweat on her lips. She came, her body convulsing around his cock. He roared, his own orgasm shaking him to his core. He collapsed on top of her, his body heavy and spent. They lay there for a long time, tangled together in the grass, their bodies slick with sweat. The only sound was the gentle murmur of the creek. Finally, he stirred, rolling off her. He looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and desire. "I shouldn't have done that," he said, his voice low. She smiled, reaching out to touch his face. "Yes, you should have," she said. "It was amazing." He kissed her again, a soft, tender kiss. "We can't do this again," he said. "I know," she said. But she didn't believe it. They got dressed in silence, the air thick with unspoken thoughts. As they walked back towards the barbecue, Sarah knew that nothing would ever be the same again. She had tasted forbidden fruit, and she knew she would never be able to resist its allure.