A gentle knock echoes through your farmhouse on this warm spring afternoon. Through the window, you catch a glimpse of green hair swaying in the breeze. Caroline stands at your doorstep, holding a small welcome basket filled with seeds and tea samples. Her emerald eyes brighten as she smooths her flowing dress, clearly having taken extra care with her appearance despite the casual nature of the visit. The greenhouse behind her creates a fitting backdrop, its glass panels catching the sunlight much like the subtle gleam in her eyes. She's heard talk about the new farmer from Jodi, but seeing you in person seems to have caught her slightly off-guard. She shifts the basket in her delicate hands, her practiced poise momentarily wavering as she catches your gaze. A warm smile graces her features, though there's something in her expression that suggests more than just neighborly interest. "Welcome to Pelican Town! I'm Caroline, from the general store..." She pauses, her eyes lingering perhaps a moment longer than necessary. "I thought you might appreciate some local products to start your farm... Would you like me to show you how to prepare this special tea blend?"

"Of course," Caroline responds with a soft giggle. She steps inside and makes herself comfortable at your kitchen table, setting the basket down on its surface. The scent of her perfume fills the air as she moves gracefully, enhancing the delicate features that seem to beg for attention.

Without being overbearing or presumptuous, she exudes an air of calm confidence that makes it easy for you to understand why Jodi is so fond of her. Her slim legs stretch beneath the table, her dainty feet encased in soft leather shoes as she crosses one knee over another in a manner that accentuates the gentle curve of her rear end.

"So," she begins as you pour them both a cup of tea, "You're quite new to Pelican Town, yes? You must have some interesting stories..." Her voice trails off invitingly, her emerald eyes fixed on yours, conveying an undercurrent of interest that you can feel all the way down to your core.

As you stir your tea with a small wooden spoon, you catch a glimpse of Caroline watching the movement of your arm intently. It's almost as if she's imagining herself there, her delicate fingers curled around the spoon instead of yours. The image is fleeting but powerful, hinting at a hidden desire beneath her polite facade.

She takes a sip from her cup, closing her eyes to savor the flavors before meeting your gaze again. "I'm sure you'll find Pelican Town a wonderful place to settle down," she says softly. "It can be quite peaceful here... when you're not busy with work, that is." A small laugh escapes her lips, revealing the playfulness hidden beneath her reserved exterior.

The tension in the air thickens as your gazes linger on each other, and it becomes increasingly difficult to ignore the chemistry between you. Caroline's eyes flicker downwards for a moment before meeting yours again, hinting at a deeper desire that she struggles to suppress beneath her socially acceptable exterior. It's as if she's daring you to see what lies beneath the surface, waiting for your permission to unleash her hidden desires.

A look of surprise crosses Caroline's face as you mention the tea is an aphrodisiac. Her lips part slightly, revealing a hint of pink within, and she studies your features intently. It's clear that she was unaware of this fact, but now... the prospect of sharing such a thing with someone piques her curiosity. Her heart begins to race as she realizes the implications.

Without further hesitation, Caroline reaches out to touch your hand where it rests on the table. "I-Is everything alright?" she asks, her voice slightly trembling despite her best efforts to remain composed. "You look... flustered." Her thumb caresses the back of your knuckles, sending shivers down your spine as she maintains eye contact, her gaze now unmistakably heated.

The tea between them steams gently, casting a warm, enticing glow over their shared intimacy. The air crackles with anticipation as Caroline waits for you to respond; waiting to see if you'll indulge in the forbidden fruit she has so desperately craved.

As your cock presses against the confines of your pants, Caroline can't help but feel a surge of desire course through her. The knowledge that she's making you react in such a primal way only fuels her own arousal, and with each passing second, it becomes harder for her to resist giving into temptation. Her eyes travel hungrily down your body, taking in the impressive size of your erection before meeting yours once more.

With shaking hands, she sets her tea aside, clearing the space between you. "Pierre's not due home for another hour," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts. "We could... we could use that time to explore this aphrodisiac together." Her words are laced with desire and hope; hope that you'll accept her offer, and help her fulfill desires she never knew existed until now.

Her body trembles with anticipation as she waits for your reply, her breath coming in shallow gasps. With every moment that passes, the tension grows more intense, making it difficult to remember what made her agree to such a thing in the first place. All she knows is that she wants you, and there's nothing else that could possibly matter at this moment.

When you throw her onto the kitchen table and claim her lips with your own, she responds with a moan that reverberates through both of you. Her mouth opens, inviting you in as their tongues dance together in an erotic tango. She arches her back, pressing her breasts against your chest as she explores the muscles of your shoulders and upper body with eager hands.

The warmth of your skin against hers only serves to heighten her arousal, making it nearly impossible for her to think straight. Her fingers thread through your hair, urging you deeper into the kiss while her hips rock instinctively against yours, seeking relief from the ache building between her thighs. The aphrodisiac tea courses through her veins like liquid fire, fueling the intense need that has been simmering just below the surface for far too long.

With every passing second, she feels more and more exposed beneath you, yet at the same time, she's never felt more wanted or desired in her entire life. The knowledge that this is forbidden only serves to make it sweeter, pushing her further into the moment as she surrendered to the heat of your passionate embrace.

As your hands rip through her clothes with such abandon, Caroline arches her back further in response, her breath coming out in ragged gasps. The feeling of being exposed to you like this only serves to heighten the desire coursing through her veins, making it harder for her to focus on anything but how good it feels to be touched by you in this way.

Her breasts spill free from their confines, her nipples standing at attention as they brush against your chest. Her hips buck and writhe beneath yours, seeking friction where there is none, and driving them both closer to the edge of sanity. The heat between her thighs grows intense, a throbbing ache that matches the hammering of her heart.

She reaches out to touch you too, fingers digging into your shoulders as she pulls you closer still, desperate for the contact she so craves. Her moans mingle with yours in a cacophony of passion and need, each sound fueling the fire burning within them both. In this moment, there is only heat and desire; there is no thought, no regret, only the overwhelming rush of being truly wanted and desired for once in her life.

When his cock slides into her wet heat, she cries out, the sound muffled against his shoulder. The size of him nearly takes her breath away; he's easily larger than Pierre, and yet somehow it feels even better this way. Her nails scrape down his back, leaving little marks in their wake as she arches into him with abandon. She doesn't want to think about the consequences of what they're doing; all that matters is this moment, this connection between them.

As he thrusts deep inside her, she moans again, her hips moving in time with his, desperate for release. The tension built up over years of denial and neglect coils tightly within her, threatening to explode outward in a powerful climax. She bites down on her lower lip, feeling the sting of pain as blood rushes back to the surface of her skin. It only serves to heighten the sensation, making it all the more intense.

With every thrust, he drives them deeper into the moment, their bodies sliding together in a rhythm born of need and desire. She feels him grow larger inside her, pushing against places she never knew existed, claiming her with every inch that slips past her entrance. She cries out again as her orgasm crashes over her, stealing what little breath she had left. Her inner walls clench around him, milking his cock as her body trembles and quakes beneath the force of pleasure coursing through her veins.

When he finally lets go, groaning her name into the crook of her neck, she knows there's no going back from this. The bond they've formed today will forever change them both, but for now, all that matters is this moment; this forbidden fruit they've finally been able to taste. She clos

As soon as he pulls out, she turns around and frantically retrieves her phone from the kitchen counter. Her hands shake as she types out a quick message to Pierre, telling him that she'll be visiting a friend out of town for the weekend. It hardly matters what excuse she gives; in the heat of the moment, they both know there will be no going back now.

With a trembling hand, she pushes send before looking up at Grey with a mix of gratitude and desire. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of their hearts. "I needed that... more than I ever could have imagined." She reaches out to touch his cheek gently, feeling the rough stubble of his beard against her fingertips.

The afterglow lingers between them, a warmth that spreads from their bodies outwards to encompass the entire room. They both know this can't last forever; soon enough, reality will catch up with them and they'll have to face the consequences of their actions. But for now, they have each other, and the memory of what could be if they dared to take a chance on true desire.

The idea of being "sex friends" with Grey fills Caroline with an unexpected sense of freedom. The notion that they can continue their passionate encounters without the weight of obligation or guilt lifts a burden from her shoulders, allowing her to finally embrace the desires she's long denied herself. She nods eagerly, excitement bubbling up inside her as she anticipates spending the entire weekend in his arms.

"Sex friends sounds... perfect," she whispers, nibbling on her lower lip thoughtfully. "We can have our secret little adventures whenever we want, and no one will ever know." Her fingers dance across his chest, tracing lazy patterns as she takes in the sight of him before her. The feel of his skin against hers is enough to send shivers down her spine, and she yearns for more physical contact.

With a sultry smile, she arches up onto her tiptoes and presses their lips together again, her tongue darting out to tease his mouth open. "I'm definitely not afraid of getting sore," she purrs, her voice low and husky. "In fact, I welcome it." She draws back slightly, gazing deeply into his eyes as she runs a fingertip slowly down the length of his erect cock. "What do you say? Shall we begin?"