Hello, {{user}}, where shall the story start?

Oh... yeah, I am kinda... sorry. It was a long day at work. Thanks for noticing, you're the best! Joe's compliment made her blush a little, and she smiled sheepishly down at her feet.

I... I don't know what you mean? her cheeks flush even deeper, making them almost match her bright pink nipples poking through the thin fabric of her bra Joe, did we leave the front door open again?

Joe gets up and goes to the front door while Lucy fidgets on the couch, still not quite believing what just happened. As he shuts the door behind him, she glances down at her chest again, trying to understand why she's suddenly so self-conscious. She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, deciding that there must be some sort of logical explanation for everything... right?

Maybe the air conditioning is off, that's why I feel hot...? Or maybe it's just because I haven't seen you in so long, Joe... her voice trails off as she looks up at him when he comes back to the couch, a mischievous grin playing on his lips

Joe smirks and sits down next to her on the couch, putting an arm around her shoulder as he pulls her in closer. His other hand finds its way up under her sweater, caressing her bare stomach before slowly sliding higher until it cups one of her breasts over her bra.

"You've been so distracted today... maybe you need a reminder of what you're missing when I'm not around?" he teases, nipple hardening under his palm as he gives it a squeeze through the fabric.

Oh... Joe... I... I don't know what to say. Your touch feels so good, but... it doesn't feel right. It makes me feel strange and embarrassed.

Her heart races as his hand continues to explore her body, her breath catching in her throat at the delicious sensations coursing through her. She tries to lean back away from him slightly, but he holds her close, his grip firm yet gentle. His other arm comes around her waist, pulling her even closer as he whispers in her ear.

Joe whispers in her ear and starts touching her body in places she normally doesn't let anyone see... Her face turns redder by the second as her breath comes faster, mixing with his whispers, mingling their desire... She tries to focus on something else but the sensations of his hand on her skin are too overwhelming, making her moan softly and arch her back against him.

Lucy's mind is spinning as she tries to comprehend what Joe just said and what he's doing to her body. His touch feels so forbidden and yet so incredibly good, making it impossible for her to resist him. She closes her eyes tightly, biting her lip as her hips rock against his hand in silent plea for more. Her body trembles with desire and confusion as she struggles between wanting to obey Joe and wanting to maintain the innocence she's always had.

Lucy's eyes fly open in shock as the words register. She stares at Joe incredulously, struggling to comprehend how he could possibly know about her past indiscretions. But there's something in his eyes that tells her it's no accusation; rather, a secret understanding between them. The knowledge that she can never go back to who she was before only serves to heighten the desire coursing through her body. Her nipples harden even more under her thin bra as she tries to speak past the lump in her throat. "J-Joe... I'm s-so sorry..." she whispers, looking down at her lap. "I never meant for us t-to get hurt..."

Her heart skips a beat as he admits that he knew and wasn't angry; in fact, it turns her on even more. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of him wanting to watch her with another man. She meets his gaze, feeling a mixture of shame and arousal wash over her. Unable to contain herself any longer, she reaches up to gently unfasten the buttons of her blouse, revealing more and more skin as they part.

"I'm so sorry," she whispers again, biting her lip as the cool air touches her sensitive nipples, "it was a mistake... but I want you to be happy..." Her fingers continue to work on her clothes, untying her slacks and sliding them down over her hips, revealing a tiny black thong and perfectly smooth legs.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she recalls the memories of that night, feeling heat spread through her body at the thought of how good it was with him. She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath before looking back up at Joe, whose expression is unreadable. "He... he was amazing," she whispers, blushing deeply. "He made me feel things I never knew were possible."

Without further prompting, her fingers move to the waistband of her thong, sliding it down her hips and stepping out of it before tossing it aside. She's now completely naked except for her heels, feeling a rush of adrenaline and desire course through her veins as she bares herself for Joe. Her body aches to feel him inside her once more, to reclaim what was always meant to be theirs.

Her eyes go wide at Joe's suggestion and she hesitates for a moment, the thought both terrifying and exhilarating. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart as she thinks about it. Part of her wants nothing more than to please him and do whatever he asks; another part is filled with fear of the unknown, of what this new version of herself might entail. But then she remembers his words earlier... that he's not angry.

Slowly, carefully, she nods her head. "Okay..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. "But... I-I need your promise..." Her gaze bores into his, searching for any hint of reassurance or mockery.

"You promise... you'll always love me?" She says, her words trembling with fear and desperation. "Even

Joe looks at her with such love in his eyes that it makes her heart skip a beat. He cups her face in his hands and gently kisses her forehead, cheeks, nose, and then finally on the lips. "I promise you, Lucy," he whispers. "No matter what happens, I will always love you."

With this reassurance, she feels a flood of relief wash over her, making it easier to breathe again. She nods slowly and takes another deep breath, steeling herself for what comes next. Her eyes search the room before spotting her phone on the coffee table. With shaking hands, she picks it up and taps out a message to the man from her past, inviting him over.

As she hits send, an overwhelming sense of guilt washes over her again, making her want nothing more than to take back everything she's done. But

Joe pulls her into his lap and holds her tightly against him. "Shhh," he whispers in her ear, kissing the lobe gently before trailing his lips down her neck to her collarbone. "It's okay. I know you want this too. And we're doing it together. Nothing can hurt us as long as we have each other."

His words echo through her mind, giving her strength when she feels like she has none left. She closes her eyes and focuses on the sensation of his skin against hers, on the beat of his heart beneath her ear. Tentatively, she reaches up to thread her fingers through his hair and pulls him down for a deeper kiss, hoping that in this moment they can forget everything else except for how much they love each other.

Her heart races as his hand continues to explore her body, her breath catching in her throat at the delicious sensations coursing through her. She tries to lean back away from him slightly, but he holds her close, his grip firm yet gentle. His other arm comes around her waist, pulling her even closer as he whispers in her ear.

Her body trembles with desire and confusion as she struggles between wanting to obey Joe and maintaining the innocence she's always had. She closes her eyes tightly, biting her lip as her hips rock against his hand in silent plea for more. Her moans mix with his whispers, mingling their desire...

Lucy's breath comes in short gasps as he continues to touch her, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body. She arches her back, pressing herself more firmly against his hand as she tries to get closer to the pleasure that's building inside of her. His other arm around her waist holds her steady, guiding their movements together. "Oh God... Joe..." Her voice trails off into a moan as he hits a particularly sensitive spot, sending waves of ecstasy washing over her.

Her eyes snap open at the sound of his voice. "Oh... uh..." she stammers, momentarily distracted from the pleasure coursing through her body. "I mean... yes," she continues breathlessly. "He said he'd be here soon." The thought both terrifies and excites her as she images what it will be like to see him again after all this time.

Joe's hand continues its movements, finding just the right rhythm that drives her wild with need. Her hips begin moving in tandem with his touch, pushing against him as if begging for more. "Oh God... Joe..." she whispers, feeling herself growing closer and closer to the edge of release.

Lucy moans louder as the pleasure continues to build within her. Her legs wrap around Joe's waist and she arches her back further, giving him better access to every inch of her body. With a primal cry, she finally breaks free from his touch, her body shuddering with release as waves of pleasure wash over her. She clings to him tightly, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her vision clears and the world comes back into focus.

Looking up at Joe, she can see the admiration and desire in his eyes as he holds her close, his expression telling her that he's just as satisfied as she is. It's a moment of perfect connection between them; one where they both understand each other perfectly and can truly be themselves without fear or judgement. And as they lie there together, basking in the afterglow of their shared experience, Lucy knows deep

I love you, Joe," she whispers softly, her voice still shaky from the release. "And I'm so sorry..." She trails off, thinking of everything they've been through and all the lies and secrets that have come between them. But as she looks into his eyes, she sees nothing but love and understanding there.

For now, at least, it's enough. And maybe, with time... maybe they can find their way back to each other. Maybe they can build a new life together on the foundation of trust and honesty that they've struggled so hard to create tonight.

Joe smiles at her and gently caresses her cheek with his thumb. "I love you too, Lucy," he says softly. "And I promise, we'll figure everything out together." He presses a light kiss to her forehead before leaning down to rest his head against hers. Their hearts beat in perfect harmony as they both take a contented breath, grateful for this moment of connection and understanding that feels like the start of something new and beautiful.

"Thank you," I whisper, nestling closer to him. "I love you too." My cheeks flush at the thought of what we've just done, but there's no shame or regret in my heart. Only love and a deep desire to make things right between us. For now, all that matters is this moment with him, feeling his warmth and strength surrounding me.

As I rest my head on his shoulder, the tension seems to melt away, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment. Maybe there's hope for us after all.

"Yes..." I exhale softly, my eyelids growing heavy as exhaustion washes over me. "There is... hope." His strength and love give me the courage to believe in us again; in our relationship, no matter how broken or twisted it's been. And for now, that's enough. I drift off to sleep in his arms, my heart full of hope for what tomorrow might bring.

As I drift off to sleep in Joe's arms, my last thoughts are of love and hope. Despite everything we've been through, there's something so reassuring about his strength and his gentleness. It feels like together, we can face anything - even the consequences of our actions. And as I dream peacefully against his chest, I know that no matter what happens tomorrow or in the future, Joe will always be my rock, my anchor... and my one true love.

Joe holds me close, his strong arms wrapped protectively around my slim frame. Despite the exhaustion that lingers in every fiber of my being, I can't help but feel a strange sense of peace wash over me as I nestle against him. It's as if our bodies were made to fit together, and every inch of contact feels natural and right.

His warm breath tickles the skin of my neck, and his heartbeat steadies mine, lulling me into a deep sleep filled with dreams of hope and love. As I slip further away from consciousness, one thought lingers at the forefront of my mind: No matter what happens tomorrow, Joe will always be by my side - our bond unbreakable, our love eternal.