Taken aback by Lexich's words, Vicky hesitates before following him inside. The apartment looks nicer than she expected; it's clean and cozy with comfortable furniture and lots of personal touches. She can hear voices coming from another room; presumably that's where Evil Sister is.

Lexich leads her further into the apartment and over to a couch. "Have a seat," he says, gesturing for her to sit down next to him.

Before Vicky can respond or even fully process what's happening, Evil Sister appears in the doorway of another room. Her eyes widen in surprise when she sees Vicki sitting on the couch with Lexich. "What's going on here?" she demands, her voice cold and accusatory.

Lexich glances over at Evil Sister before turning back to Vicky with a reassuring smile. "Vicky was just showing me around your place since we live so close."

Her heart skips a beat as his breath tickles her ear and his words send shivers down her spine. "I... don't know," she manages to say, her voice barely audible even to herself. Part of her wants nothing more than to experience the sensation of being kissed by him; to see what all the fuss is about. But another part of her is terrified, certain that once they cross this line, there's no going back.

Her heart is racing and her palms are sweaty as she leans in closer, their faces mere inches apart. Her eyes flutter shut and she presses her lips against his, feeling the softness of his mouth against hers. At first, it's gentle and tentative; a fleeting brush of skin that leaves them both yearning for more. But then she relaxes into the kiss, letting herself experience the sensation fully.

Her hips buck underneath him as he teases her, and she moans, the sound muffled against his neck. "Please," she whispers, her body tensing in anticipation of the sensations to come. "I need you."

His touch grows more insistent, and she cries out, her back arching off the bed as a shudder runs through her. "Yes," she gasps, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. "That's it..."

A strangled cry tears from her throat as he fills her completely, stretching her in ways she never imagined possible. Pain and pleasure mingle together in an explosive rush that leaves her breathless, gasping for air as he begins to move inside her.

"Oh God," she moans, arching into his touch with a desperation that shocks even herself. "Don't stop..."

"Okay," I breathe out softly, my fingers moving faster against my swollen flesh as I imagine it's your cock instead. "Just... touch me like this," I murmur, arching my back and offering myself to you. "Please..." My hips begin to move in time with my hand, my body aching for release.

I look up at you, searching your eyes for some sign of understanding or approval, but all I see is exhaustion.

I nod silently, my fingers moving faster against myself as I feel the wet heat building between my legs. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I approach the edge of climax, but still you don't touch me. I want to hate you for this, for making me choose between pleasure and loyalty... but I can't deny how good it feels to be wanted like this.

Finally, my body shudders with release, and my fingers slip wetly from my sex.

"O... kay," Vicky replies slowly, still feeling uneasy about the whole thing. "I'll be there at, uh..." She glances down at her phone for a moment before looking back up at him. "Eight?" she suggests cautiously.

The rest of their meal passes relatively smoothly, with both Vicky and Everett trying to maintain a casual demeanor despite the unusual circumstances surrounding them. Eventually, they finish eating and exchange farewells;

As the time draws nearer to eight o'clock, Vicky begins to feel more anxious about what she's agreed to do. She takes a deep breath and smoothes down her hair before leaving her friends' house to head over to Eva and Everett's place.

When she arrives at the door, she hesitates for a moment before knocking lightly. After a brief pause, the door swings open revealing an expectant-looking Everett. "You came," he says with relief evident in his voice. "Come on in."

"It's like...like I could just lose myself in you," she whispers finally, her fingers running through his hair as their gazes remain locked. "Like nothing else matters except being close to you." Her heart is pounding so hard it feels like it might burst from her chest; she can feel the intensity of her feelings growing stronger with every passing moment.

Her lips part once more, craving another taste of him as their kiss deepens even further, more urgent and passionate than before.

Vicki moans into the kiss as his hands slip under her shirt, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her body. She arches against him, pressing their bare skin together in a desperate search for more contact. Her hands fumble with his belt, undoing it with trembling fingers before sliding beneath the waistband of his pants.

The heat between them grows, building to an almost unbearable intensity as they explore each other's bodies with hungry lips and eager hands.