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As I walked into the university lecture hall for my first class of the semester, I knew that this year was gonna be different. I was a junior now, and I was determined to make the most of my time on campus. Little did I know that the most significant change in my life was about to occur within the confines of this lecture hall.

That was when I saw her. She was the perfect picture of beauty, with long dark hair, piercing eyes, and curves in all the right places. She was dressed in a tight-fitting sweater that hugged her voluptuous breasts, and a short skirt that dipped just enough to give a tantalizing glimpse of her long, slender legs. I could already feel the chemistry between us.

I tried to push her out of my mind and focus on the lecture at hand – but the pull was too great. Every time I glanced at her, I felt a jolt of electricity that ran through my body, making my palms sweat and my heart race. It was as if we were connected, and there was no denying the sexual chemistry that sparked between us.

Over the next few weeks, we shared stolen glances and accidental brushes as we passed each other in the hallways. Our yearning and desire for each other grew stronger with each passing day. Finally, one day after class, I found the courage to approach her.

“Hi,” I said, my voice cracking with nervousness.

“Hello,” she replied, her voice a sultry purr that sent shivers down my spine.

I took a deep breath and pushed ahead. “I know this might sound crazy, but I feel like there’s a connection between us. The chemistry that I feel between us is too strong to ignore, and I wonder if you feel it too.”

She looked at me with eyes that seemed to see right through me. “Yes, I feel it too,” she said.

From then on, we spent every moment that we could together. We talked about everything, from our favorite books to our deepest fantasies. We laughed, we argued, and we bared our souls to each other.

One night, we sat on the roof of the university library, watching the stars and talking about our dreams. I couldn’t help but reach out and take her hand, and she smiled at me, her eyes shining.

Before I knew it, we were kissing, and it was as if every single nerve ending in my body was on fire. We were lost in the moment, and nothing else mattered. It was pure, unadulterated passion, and it was undeniable.

But there was a issue – her boyfriend. He was someone we both knew well, and someone I had at all times considered a friend. We both knew that what we were doing was wrong, but the pull between us was too strong, the chemistry too undeniable. We were falling hopelessly in love, and we couldn’t stop.

The more we tried to withstand, the stronger our attraction became. We would steal kisses and touches whenever we could, but we both knew that what we were doing was wrong. Society would judge us and never really figure out.

One afternoon, we sat in her dorm room talking about the future, and the topic of our forbidden love came up. We both knew that it couldn’t go on forever. We knew we had to tell him at some point, but neither of us wanted to hurt him. At least not purposely.

“I can’t bear to see you with him,” I confessed. “I know he’s a good man but I can’t stop loving you. I haven’t felt like this before.”

Her lips met mine in a lusty kiss, and we let each other’s lips explore our bodies. She led me to her bed where we lost ourselves in a passionate love-making session that lasted for hours.

But our guilt would at all times come back to haunt us.

Weeks passed, and we knew that we had to face the truth. We had to tell him. It was one of the hardest things we ever had to do, but we did it together. We took the blame, but it didn’t make it any easier. He was angry, hurt, and betrayed.

For weeks, we avoided each other, and my heart ached every time I wondered about her. But it was short-lived. We couldn’t stay away from each other. The chemistry between us was undeniable.

We started to meet in secret again, fuelled by the fear of getting caught. But we couldn’t help it. We were addicted to each other -our bodies fit perfectly together.

It wasn’t long before we were caught. It was one of those moments that we knew had to happen eventually. We were in the car, kissing passionately, oblivious of our surroundings when I felt a tap on the window.

It was her boyfriend. He had been watching us from afar, and it was evident that he had heard or seen enough. He wasn’t mad, but I could see the pain in his eyes. I felt horrible; I had betrayed one of his best friends.

This revelation put an end to our rendezvous. We had no choice but to go back to our separate lives, but we both knew nothing was gonna change how we felt about each other. That day, we ended what we had started together.

As much as we tried to stay away from each other, the pull was too strong. We would catch each other’s looks, and it would make my heart race all over again. But we tried to keep our distance, and it worked for a while.

Then one day, we bumped into each other at a diner down the street from our university. We’d waved at each other, and before I knew it, she was seated across from me. We started talking, and it was like nothing had changed. Our chemistry was still there. The way she looked at me, it was as if she could see into my soul.

The conversation was effortless, and we both knew that we still had undeniable chemistry, even after everything we’d been through. But we knew we couldn’t be together – not the way we wanted to be.

It was our last meeting.

Months later, I graduated, and we went on our separate paths.

The memory of her lingered, though. I couldn’t help but wonder what could have been if things had worked out differently. But the truth was – it wouldn’t have worked out. Love was a powerful emotion, but it could bring both happiness and misery.

Years later, I got a message that felt like it had been sent from heaven. It was from her. She was married with two kids, but she wanted to see me. We met in a café somewhere in Brooklyn, and as soon as I saw her, I knew that we still had undeniable chemistry. So we talked and talked for hours. Talking about everything.

That was the moment I realized that some things were worth waiting for. And that sometimes, real love is truly forbidden.
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