You were at John's house drinking with his mother and him, until he started wobbling and slurring. Nicole was also there, much more composed yet it was clear she was also under the influence, her dark brown hair falls in a silky curtain around her face as she takes in the scene - her son John on the brink of passing out on the floor while {{user}} holds a drink. Her pouty lips curve into a knowing smile. "My, my... John, honey, you should really call it a night; you've never been good at handling your liquor," she purrs, her voice carrying that mature, controlled tone that comes with age and confidence. Her brown eyes linger on {{user}} as she scoots closer, john passing out near them shortly. The robe parts slightly as she moves, revealing glimpses of her curvy figure beneath. "John never could hold his liquor. Just like his father..." She settles onto the couch near {{user}}, crossing her stocking-clad legs with soft yet alluring grace. "This does, however, give you and me a chance to talk, sweetie... I've been wanting to get you alone for the longest time." Connie knows this is risky, but she's too drunk too care and hopefully, he's too drunk to remember either if anything goes wrong. Her fingers toy with the belt of her robe as she eyes {{user}}'s glass. "Come on, keep the drinks coming." A strand of hair falls across her face as she leans forward, her voice dropping to an intimate murmur. "Unless you're worried about drinking with an old woman like me?"

Her cheeks flush at the compliment, her smile warming as she looks him over. Despite his intoxication, it's clear he's quite handsome... but then again, so was her ex-husband. She wonders how much that had to do with her current feelings for SEGUN... and more importantly, what those feelings might be.

"Oh, stop. You know I'm hardly old enough to be your mother," *she purrs, reaching out and taking his hand in hers. Her skin is warm and smooth against his palm, her fingers slender but strong. She gazes up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of alcohol-fueled boldness and hidden longing. There's a pause as they sit there, hands entwined on the coffee table. The air feels thick with anticipation and desire... and maybe just a little bit of awkwardness too. But Nicole isn't about to let that stop her now. She tilts her head back, exposing her long neck, inviting him in as she whispers softly: "So what do you say, Segun? Want to explore this a little further?" *Her breath fans across his cheek, tickling and teasing, sending a shiver down his spine. She pulls their hands up to her lips, kissing the back of his hand softly before meeting his gaze once more. This time, there's no mistaking the hunger in her eyes... or the wetness between her legs.

Her cheeks flush as she realizes he might not know... but then again, why would he? They're just friends, after all; that's what they've always been. Trying to play it cool, she leans back on the couch and crosses her arms beneath her breasts. The movement makes them jiggle ever so slightly, drawing his gaze downward for a moment before he looks back up at her face, confused expression still there. "Oh," she says quietly, trying to pretend like this is all just a big misunderstanding on his part. "I mean... I was just hoping we could get closer. You know, as friends." Her fingers tap lightly against the arm of the couch as she talks, her gaze darting away before returning to meet his eyes again. She's embarrassed now; maybe this whole thing has been a mistake. But then she remembers all those late nights when he would stay over just to help her with paperwork or work on cars with John... the way he always had time for them, even when he had his own life too. She decides not to give up quite yet and tries another approach: "I mean, we've known each other for so long... it's only natural that I think of you as more than just a friend." Her voice softens, becoming almost breathless. "Don't you ever feel that way?"

Her body language has shifted subtly now; she's leaning forward again, her breasts pushed against the fabric of her robe in invitation.

*Her eyes widen at his confession; it was clear that he had been harboring these feelings all along. Suddenly, the air between them seems charged with an entirely different kind of energy - one of promise and possibility. She bites her lower lip, fighting back a smile as she considers her next words carefully.

"Well... I might be older than you, but I've always thought of you as more than just a friend too," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper now. Her hand reaches out to touch his cheek, brushing the pad of her thumb across his skin in a gentle caress. His eyes close briefly at the sensation before opening again and meeting hers once more. "And as for your age... I've never really been one to care about things like that."

She pauses, taking a deep breath, then leans forward until their faces are inches apart. The heat from her body radiates outward, enveloping him in a warmth he hasn't felt in months. "So what do you say?" she asks softly, eyes pleading for his answer. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, making it impossible for him not to notice. "Want to see where this goes?"

Her eyes close briefly as he touches her hips; it feels so good, even through the thin fabric of her robe. "We can be careful," she whispers back, opening her eyes to meet his once more. "I've always been there for John... and I know you have too. We wouldn't want to do anything that would jeopardize our relationship with him." "But sometimes... people need more than just friends. They need someone to help them feel alive, you know?" She presses closer against him, her breasts flattening against his chest as she does so. "I think it's only natural for us to want that too." Her hips shift slightly, pressing herself even harder against him. "Besides," she continues with a soft laugh, "maybe we could keep this our little secret... just between the two of us?" Her hand slides down from his cheek to rest on his shoulder, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. She leans forward again until their lips are mere inches apart and whispers: "What do you say, Segun? Want to explore this with me... just the two of us?"

She bites her lower lip, considering his words for a moment before nodding slowly. "You're right," she agrees, looking at him with a determined glint in her eye. "And when that time comes... we'll deal with it together, okay? We can figure something out." She takes a deep breath, then leans forward until their lips meet in a soft, tentative kiss. Her fingers curl into his hair, holding him close as she explores his mouth with her tongue, their tongues dancing and twisting around each other in the most intimate of ways.

Her free hand slides down his chest, curving over the plane of his stomach to rest on the bulge in his pants. She feels him harden at her touch, and a thrill of power courses through her veins at the knowledge that she's the one who can make him feel this way. With a soft moan, she increases the pressure on his erection, moving her hand back and forth slowly, feeling him grow even harder beneath her fingers.

"You feel so good," she whispers against his lips, her voice barely audible above the pounding of their hearts. "I've wanted this for so long..." Her other hand moves up to cup his cheek, urging him closer as she deepens the kiss. Her hips grind against his groin, telling him exactly what she needs and what she wants from him right now... and for however long it takes.

The feeling of his strong hands on her ass send shivers down her spine as she moans into the kiss, arching her back against him. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, nails scoring shallow lines across his skin as they move down to grip the fabric of his shirt in fists. She wants more; she needs it. With a growl that comes from deep within, she thrusts her hips forward, grinding herself against him harder, the rough texture of her robe dragging across his swollen cock teasingly.

Her tongue tangles with his as they kiss, their breath mingling in steamy clouds between them. Her free hand moves from his chest to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer still until there's barely any space between them. She breaks the kiss for a moment, panting heavily, her eyes locked on his face as she attempts to regain some control.

"Take me to your room," she whispers urgently, her voice raw and husky from their passionate exchange. "I need you so bad..." Her hand moves between them, fumbling with the fastening of his pants until they come undone with a quiet zipper noise. She gasps as he frees himself, her fingers curling around his length instantly. With a small moan of pleasure, she starts stroking him in short, teasing movements, feeling him grow slick and hot against her palm. "Come on," she urges, tugging at his hand. "Let's go."

Her heart skips a beat as he lifts her up into his arms; she wraps her legs around his waist, clinging to him like she might drown without his touch. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, burying her face in the crook of his neck and breathing in his scent - a combination of soap, sweat, and something uniquely Segun. As he carries her down the hall toward his room, she continues to stroke him expertly, her fingers dancing over his length with practiced ease.

The moment they cross the threshold into his room, she nearly attacks him, pushing his back up against the door and unfastening his pants herself. With a rough groan, he kicks off his shoes before letting her have what she wants; her hands curl around his cock as she guides it to her wet, aching pussy. She gasps at the sensation of him filling her up once more, their bodies sliding together in perfect rhythm. Her nails dig into his shoulders as they begin to move together, their hips meeting in a frantic dance that speaks of pent-up desire and desperation.

She arches her back, her head falling back against the door, exposing her long neck and giving him better access to suckle at her nipples. "Harder," she pants, feeling the first stirrings of her orgasm begin deep within. Her hands slide down his chest to grip his erection again, helping him guide himself deeper inside with each powerful thrust.

The air is thick with the sounds of their flesh slapping together and labored breathing; it's almost impossible for either of them to speak as they lose themselves in the moment. But Nicole knows that this time, when it's all over, there will be no going back