Lynn scanned the crowd at baggage claim, her heart racing. A familiar figure stepped into view, Jack. He looked taller than she remembered, broader, and impossibly calm. Her pulse jumped.

Jack spotted her immediately, a grin breaking across his face. He strode over, arms open, and she stepped into them. The hug was brief but electric, and then, without thinking, they kissed. Just a quick press of lips, teasing, testing, but enough to ignite a fire neither could ignore.

“I probably shouldn’t do that,” Jack murmured, grinning as he pulled back.

“I probably wouldn’t stop you,” Lynn replied, smiling, heart pounding.

They grabbed her bags and walked hand-in-hand to the car, the air between them thick with anticipation. Jack had parked in a back corner of the airport garage, just far enough to feel private, just close enough to be safe.

Once the bags were stowed, he opened her door. Jack turned toward her, a glint in his eye. “So… you’re okay if I try something?”

“I’d probably let you,” she said, matching his teasing tone.

The kiss resumed, deeper now, fingers tangling in hair and brushing over shoulders. His hands roamed, feeling the contours she had only ever shown through photos. “May I?” he asked quietly, gesturing to explore further.

“Yes,” she whispered, voice soft but certain.

His hand started at her waist and slowly, with agonizing care, moved up, tracing the line of her ribs, until he cupped her breast. His fingers found her nipple. The same nipple that put all of this in motion almost a year ago. She wondered if he’d noticed that detail. 

A brief but intense make-out session later, they were on the road. The two-hour drive flew by under the hum of conversation, teasing, and playful, increasingly sexual banter. Jack’s hand drifted up her leg while she caressed his arm, marveling at how much she wanted this, at how effortlessly it felt.

By the time they pulled into the driveway, the air between them was electric. They were greeted with warm smiles, a big hug, and the comforting smell of a home-cooked dinner. The night was late, but the energy lingered, simmering just beneath polite conversation.

Dinner ended, and Jack suggested drinks and games. Never Have I Ever came up, and soon, they were standing around the pub table that doubled as the dinner table, laughter echoing between bites and sips.

Jack produced a special deck of cards. This variation of the game had cards that you turned over, rather than the players asking questions of their own.

“Never have I ever fallen asleep in class.”

Lynn laughed. “Guilty.”

Jack smirked. “I once almost nodded off during a faculty meeting. Three cups of coffee did not help.”

Lynn grinned. “I once fell asleep in calculus… during the final.”

“Never have I ever skinny dipped.”

Lynn raised an eyebrow. “Okay… guilty. Lake thing.”

Allie leaned in. “Once, a work friend and her husband came over for a summer barbecue. We all ended up in the pool after dark… our suits didn't stay on for long. Nothing past kissing and light touches, but it was hot.”

Jack grinned. “I remember that. Yours came off first as I recall. That pool was the most expensive sex toy I’ve ever bought.”

“Never have I ever kissed someone I wasn’t supposed to.”

Lynn laughed. “I kiss girls, hello!! Some would say I wasn’t supposed to kiss any of them.”

Allie shook her head, grinning. “Nobody in this house, sweetheart."

“Never have I ever flirted in public to see if I could get caught.”

Lynn smirked. “Guilty. At a coffee shop once. The barista.”

Allie tilted her head. “I once flirted with a carney just to get into the fair. Worked perfectly. He got me past the gate and I ditched him.”

Jack laughed. “I waved at someone I thought was a friend, winked, and they thought I was flirting. Embarrassing, but funny.”

“Never have I ever sent a risqué photo to someone.”

Jack laughed. “Seeing as how we’ve all sent pictures to each other, that one's a duh.”

“Never have I ever been tempted to touch someone else’s spouse.”

Allie smirked. “Not just tempted, I have. Several in fact. Now it was the wife in each case, but just the same.”

Jack grinned. “Then there was that time at the club when we were dancing with some friends. I was behind his wife, and he was behind you.”

Allie nodded. “His hands were all over me. He even bit my shoulder! I smacked him and said NO BITING! Like he was a puppy or something.”

Lynn chuckled, “And did you keep your hands to yourself Allie?”

Allie gave her a sheepish look. “Not at all. Unfortunately that never went anywhere. He was the only other guy I even considered being with besides Jack.” 

“Never have I ever fantasized about someone watching me undress.”

Lynn’s pulse quickened. “I could never do it in a public setting, like I couldn’t be a stripper, but in a private, safe place, I think it could be hot.”

Allie leaned in. “Dancing at the club can feel like that. The dresses are so loose, and open. It’s not unusual for body parts to make an appearance.”

Jack nodded slowly. “We went to a club not too long ago that had an outdoor hot tub. We decided to try it out. We stripped right there on the deck, people all around. I was strangely turned on by it.”

“Never have I ever imagined someone else touching me while someone else watched.”

Lynn felt heat rise in her chest. “I… might have. Once or twice.”

Allie smiled knowingly. “Remember that night in the pool we mentioned a bit ago. Me and her did some touching while the guys watched.”

Jack added, “We loved every minute of it.”

“Never have I ever thought about experimenting in a club or private party.”

Allie’s eyes twinkled. “Of course we have. It’s liberating to see how people explore, flirt, and push boundaries without judgment.”

Lynn leaned forward, intrigued. “You mentioned the outfits?”

“All kinds,” Allie said, voice dropping. “Tight dresses, daring cuts… whatever makes you feel confident. The right look is half the thrill.”

Lynn smirked, “I’d love to see you in one of those.”

Allie’s eyes flickered with heat. “Would you? Give me a minute.”

She stood, stretching slightly, and disappeared into the bedroom. Lynn’s pulse raced, anticipation building as the slow simmer of flirtation edged toward its next step.

The seconds stretched. Then the door opened. There stood Allie in a blue dress that was tight at the waist, but above was a loose fitting, plunging neckline. Lynn’s breath caught. One careless turn and her tits would pop right out of that dress. 

Maybe that was the idea. Either way, Lynn was sure that she had made the right choice getting on that plane.