You pull up to your house, an hour and a half after school let out, hoping your mother isn’t home to realize you didn’t come straight home after school. To be honest, you never actually went. You spent the day in your lover’s arms, not moving from the bed except for that hour long shower you took. You close your eyes, relaxing against the leather seats, and a smile creeps across you face as you think of the way she touched you. You blush, thinking of the way she made you come, screaming her name and dragging your nails down her back. It was the first time you didn’t have to fake your ecstasy...the first time anyone could completely fulfill your desires. You can almost feel her hands on your skin again, making you all hot and bothered, your face flush and your skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat. No one has ever had quite the impact she’s had on you. Opening your eyes, you pick up the cell phone and dial her number.
Hearing her breathless ‘Hello,’ you can’t help but wonder if she was thinking of the same thing. “Hey you,” you reply, your tuned on state noticeable in your tone.
“Mmm...I was just thinking of you,” she tells you, confirming your beliefs.
“Really now,” you flirt. “Because I was just thinking of you, too. Any thoughts in particular?”
“Oh, not really” she lies, enticing you.
“Oh, okay,” you say, almost chuckling.
“Okay, maybe about that shower,” she says, her voice dropping to the low and husky tone she takes whenever she gets turned on.
“Maybe we’ll just have to reenact that scene later this weekend,” you tease, knowing that you probably will.
“Maybe we will,” she responds.
“I can’t wait to see you again,” you say, voice just a whisper.
“I can’t wait to see you, either,” she says, and after an understanding silence, you hang up your phone, knowing what the promise of seeing her brings.