Visit

I was watching TV, which I don't normally do, but I was nervous and anxious for you to get here. Maybe it's because you told me exactly what to be wearing, or rather, not wearing, when you walked in the door. You called a bit ago to tell me you had gotten off the plane and now were on your way to my place.

I shivered. Despite the July heat, I was a little chilly. I told myself it was all in my head. It was, after all. The phone rings. It's the front desk people downstairs. "Yes, of course, let him up please. Thank you."

A short while later, a knock on the door. I go answer it, even though it's unlocked. You come in, set your bags aside, and give me a hug. A nice hug, before your hand moves down my back, down the the skirt I'm wearing. A nice little jean skirt, you think it's really cute on me. You hand creeps up underneath it, checking. "Very nice." You say. "I see you can follow directions."

I ask if I can get you anything to drink. Sure. Something cold. I go into the kitchen, you follow, making me feel very conscious of myself, what I'm wearing, what are you thinking? You watch as I turn my back to the freezer to get ice, and start to pour you some water from a pitcher from the fridge. I feel you behind me. I set the glass down, turn, we kiss. Five seconds later your hand is up my skirt again. "So wet. You like sitting around in your apartment like this, don't you?" I mumble some response. I'm not one to answer self-incriminating questions like that one.

Now your other hand is up my practically non-existent tank top. "Oh fuck it." You say. The tank top is soon on the ground. We go sit in the living room again. Turn off the TV. Don't need the noise, you say, because you, little girl, will be making plenty. The fact that my room mate might walk in any second is exciting too. She said she probably wouldn't be back for the night, but you never know with her.

I love touching you, tasting you, having your hands on me, soon, I'm not wearing any clothes. "You forgot to bring me my water, dear, could you go get it?" I try not to look at the uncovered floor to ceiling windows on the other side of the room as I walk to the kitchen. I bring back the water, and you're not wearing anything either.

I sit down on the couch next to you. Hand you the water glass. You have a nice long drink. Back to kissing me now. And really, the evening is just beginning.