That episode in the storeroom of Jill's work had been exciting – hell, it had been ground-breaking and exhilarating – but I couldn't come to terms with the possibility of it happening again, or escalating, without my presence. Despite Jill's assertions that she despised him, I couldn't help feeling under threat from him. His absence secured the end of her temptation. We relived the events of the staff party several times over the Christmas holidays, and well into the new year as Sean became her fantasy fuck buddy for some time. Often she and I would fuck as she closed her eyes and imagined it was him pounding away at her. She squirmed, calling out at him/I to stop and erupting in an orgasmic fury as I ignored her protests. Jill said she was never certain of her attraction to him, but confessed it came from a dark part of her personality. One she would never acknowledge in real life. “Have you explored that part of yourself before?”
