  The consequence of being discovered was far beyond my mind. My heart raced at every moment that I would spend with Z. An exhilarating kiss, a gentle touch... everything about him fired the flames of desire. But like a typhoon, his passion hit strong, and it hit hard.
Only days after our sessions of rapturous osculation, we went to visit the mountain to view the city in it's nightly spendor. I had forewarned myself not to let myself be swept away by our fervor, but Z was so patient with me. Even though I was extremely tired, exhausted, he never took advantage of me. He gave the reins of control without having me ask for it.
In the end, despite the fact that I wanted to savour his conquest, my seduction was complete. We shared many beautiful moments under the starry night, overlooking the great city, whether it be on a cold, open promontory, under a hidden tree or steamy car, in full view of the passersby. Little that I knew that as my acquisition was consumed, something seemingly innocent started to stalk me, disguised as admiration, appreciation, infatuation and lust.
Little that I knew that this was the beginning of the end of who I was. For the days that followed, it was escalation versus escalation, the pushing and taunting of our eachother's limits, and inevitably, the shock of discovery when we see that we had no limits together. A shocking and revealing proof of that occurred one evening, while watching a movie at home, casually over sushi. He was his usual, sweet, passionate self and we spent more time kissing than watching the movie. Then I brough him over to my bed. Gingerly enticing him, our naked bodies torturing and teasing eachother, we fooled around without security, wondering who would succumb first to the urge to protect ourselves.
He had never had sex without a condom and the 2 men I had intercourse without a condom were both virgins. Both of us were raised thinking it senseless not to use a condom in a relationship... and yet... together, we ignored those limits... and the consequences... But the overwhelming feeling of exhilaration... was just a taste of what was to come... On Fridays, I always pick up my mother's medication from the pharmacy. After waiting a whole day to see Z, he met me at the pharmacy. As our lips interlocked, the whole world around us seemed to disappear.
Unfortunately, that disappearance was but an illusion, and it was shattered with the arrival of Sam's mother, probably wondering what I was doing in the arms of a man other than her son. The moment was ackward, and the realization came swift: I had to tell Sam. But what to tell him? That I had committed yet another sacrilege and worst even, with his best friend? In my mind, that friendship must be preserved, and I was going to stop at nothing to find a way to unbreak it.
So that night, I revealed the cushioned and edited version: That Z and I had shared but a passionate kiss, and that there was no explanation other than the fact that we appreciated eachother's company so much that we didn't know how to express it. It went fairly smoothly. It was determined that I could never see Z again. Z and I have come to terms with that too, and parted eachother (after an immensely cliché 'one last time') with the idea that we could never see eachother again.
But the attraction was too great. And we continued to see eathother. 
