Du pull up to your house, an Stunde and a half after school let out, hoping your mother isn’t Home to realize Du didn’t come straight Home after school. To be honest, Du never actually went. Du spent the Tag in your lover’s arms, not moving from the bett except for that Stunde long dusche Du took. Du close your eyes, relaxing against the leather seats, and a smile creeps across Du face as Du think of the way she touched you. Du blush, thinking of the way she made Du come, screaming her name and dragging your nails down her back. It was the first time Du didn’t have to fake your ecstasy...the first time anyone could completely fulfill your desires. Du can almost feel her hands on your skin again, making Du 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, Du pick up the cell phone and dial her number.
Hearing her breathless ‘Hello,’ Du can’t help but wonder if she was thinking of the same thing. “Hey you,” Du reply, your tuned on state noticeable in your tone.
“Mmm...I was just thinking of you,” she tells you, confirming your beliefs.
“Really now,” Du flirt. “Because I was just thinking of you, too. Any thoughts in particular?”
“Oh, not really” she lies, enticing you.
“Oh, okay,” Du 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,” Du tease, knowing that Du probably will.
“Maybe we will,” she responds.
“I can’t wait to see Du again,” Du say, voice just a whisper.
“I can’t wait to see you, either,” she says, and after an understanding silence, Du hang up your phone, knowing what the promise of seeing her brings.