I pat Jeremy’s back as he coughs smoke, trying to expel it all from his lungs. My eyes are locked on his face, and my heart is beating hard and fast, trying to make sure he’s okay.

“Jeremy?” I call out. “What happened? Are you okay?”

He continues to cough and starts using his elbow to cover his mouth.

“Remember how I fucking told you to quit smoking? Shit like this is why,” I state, really laying it on thick with the mom-like lecture while he’s suffering.

Then I remember when Jer told me that the douchebag wasn’t right for me.

All that concern Jeremy had for me. I actually fought with him about how he felt, when in reality, I should have been thankful that he was so concerned.

Shit. He’s still coughing.

I’ve seriously had way too much alcohol to be the one to handle this, but I do my best to channel my inner survivalist.

I study him, holding his back and his chest, and I begin to take deep breaths in and out, trying to coax him into doing the same. It takes a good amount of pushing to even get him breathing. He’s just fucking coughing.

“Jeremy. You need to breathe. Come on, dude,” I insist.

Finally, he gets in a few short breaths. They slowly get deeper and more promising.

Within a few deep breaths, Jeremy’s lungs decide they’re ready to function again.

Phew.

Let it be known to the world that if survival was on me and if breathing couldn’t fix the problem, we’d be goners.

I don’t ever want to be an EMT or a nurse or a doctor or any of that shit. It’s way too fucking stressful.

“What the hell happened to you?” I exclaim. “You scared me half to death, Jer.”

“Sorry. I’m sorry,” he replies. “I just didn’t expect to see that.”

Jeremy is pointing ahead of us, just a handful of feet away. I turn my head to where he’s directing his attention, and I gasp just slightly at the sight before us a little ways away.

The couple I saw out on the dance floor…the ones who were all but in each other’s pants off to the edge of the crowd? They’re going at it even harder in an alleyway between two buildings.

The girl’s luscious blonde locks are tousled all over her head, some of it drooping over her face and covering the gorgeous blue eyes I saw inside. Like, her eyes are the color that everyone wishes they had.

And not to mention she’s got an absolutely smokin’ body. Shit, the dude going at her knows it, too. He can’t stop touching her.

Shit. Is that fucking Emilia?

God, I haven’t seen her in…four years? We were like, partying besties back in the day, and now she’s got some guy getting into her pants. In public! And she was the tame one!

Well, fuck. Good for her. I resist the urge to shout something ridiculous like ‘You go, girl!’ at her and wreck her moment.

“Should we go inside?” asks Jeremy. He’s clearly not sure.

“Oh, please. I can’t imagine they’d be going at each other like this if they didn’t at least enjoy the thought of somebody maybe watching them,” I respond. “Besides, don’t you want to see what happens?”

“I don’t know, Laura…”

“Jeremy! Stop thinking so hard. Just live in the moment tonight, eh?”

Jeremy says nothing and backs himself against the side of the building, tilting his head enough to see the two of them still going at it.

I watch as Emilia slowly lifts her leg up and wraps it around the tall, handsome man’s hip and thigh. Her black Louboutins have a sexy sheen in the glow of the street light, adding even more allure to the already insanely sexy vibe she gives off.

His head tilts and turns, complementing hers and switching directions as their lips lock in a passionate, dramatic kiss. What I saw on the dance floor was a mere appetizer for these two.

God, I would kill to have this much passion in my life.

I can’t tell if it’s just watching this guy grind his cock against this girl’s pussy, the only barrier being their clothing, or if it’s the deprivation or the alcohol…but I’m so fucking horny right now.

I literally cannot tear my eyes away from them.

I’m so full of lust and desire that my pussy lips are literally aching for attention. Right there in the middle of the smokers’ area, I start rubbing my thighs together, forcing my thong to tease against my clit.

I look around quickly and realize there’s benches out here and promptly sit myself down with my hands between my legs. I try to be inconspicuous about it at first, just rubbing my fingers against my clit through my thong.

But as the two of them get even more into it, seeing him thrusting his cock against her, dry humping her against the building and groping hard at her tits, I get a little bolder.

I spread my legs and slide my fingers into my dripping pussy, using that sexy couple as my own live action pornography.

Jeremy breaks his attention from the couple to look over at me.

“Laura!” he shouts.

“Aaah!” I exclaim, tearing my hand out of my panties. “I-I don’t…I was just—,” I start. “It’s just been so—”

“Why’d you stop?” he asks.

I stare at him, silence dragging out for endless seconds as I try to process what he just said.

“I’m sorry?” I finally manage to respond.

“Tonight has been pretty full of spontaneity, wouldn’t you say?” he says as he approaches me slowly. Deliberately.

“Well, yeah. You could say that.”

“Right. Well, fuck. I’m adding to that then.” He stares back at me, our gazes fused together, a look in his eyes I’ve never seen before.

It’s hot, smoldering, and full of delicious promise.

“I fucking want you, Laura. I always have.”

Rather than responding, not even taking a moment to process it, I push my lips hard against his and give that party girl that kissed him inside a run for her money.

Jeremy is fucking hot, I can’t lie. I’ve always thought so.

There’s been so much sexual tension between us over the years, but we’ve never gone there. Our friendship has been too important.

But the way he’s looking at me, and with me being so riled up right now…I’m just ready to throw all caution to the wind.

Let’s fucking do this.

Before I can even say anything, he grabs my arms and yanks me up, pulling my body flush against his. And oh my fucking god, he’s rock-hard in all the right places.

My brain loses all sense of rationality as his tongue invites itself into my mouth, his hand exploring my body. My arms are up around his shoulders, and his palms are pushed firmly against my tits. I arch my back and strain against him, and it all feels so fucking good.

We walk backwards until I’m pushed up against the side of the building just like my blonde heroine across the way, Jeremy caressing every inch of my body as our tongues dance together in the most unexpected, passionate kiss of my life.