It was a hot July night. I was lying in bed in short shorts and a tank top with the ceiling fan on. I was flipping through channels, trying to find something to watch as I texted my best friend, trying to see what was going on tonight. No one was doing anything; everyone complained about the heat and said it was too hot to do anything. To me, it was nice out. Yeah, it was 90 degrees at almost 10:30 at night, but it was dry heat. The hot weather usually doesn't bother me; I could rather the hot than the cold. I finally settled into a program on FX when my phone went off. It was from my friend Pete.
"What are you up to?"
"Not a thing at all, just lying in bed watching TV. What about you?"
"I just got off work; looking for something to do."
"I was too, but nobody wants to do anything because of the heat."
"What are you wearing?" He asked unexpectedly.
I had to stop and think. "Ah, shorts and a shirt, why?" My mind raced, I knew where this was heading and I won't lie, I was excited. Pete and I have known each other for some time now and I know the way he thinks.
The first time we met was at a friend's sex toy party, we were all wildly drunk off spiked punch and pudding shots, excitedly talking about our new toys and singing badly to karaoke. I was outside the front door with a few friends who smoked as he caught me sticking my phone in my bra. It is an old habit of mine and when I am out, I don't realize I'm doing it. Needless to say, he was intrigued. My show of boob and bra caught his attention.
A few weeks after that, another mutual friend of ours was hosting a party at her place. We had no idea each other was going to be there, but when I saw him walk in, we connected instantly and were drawn to one another, like moths to a flame.
"You can come to my place and walk around in your shorts and shirt, I have central air." I knew it.
"Oh, I can, can I. What is your dilemma sir?"
"You can give me a nice little show of that sexy black laced bra of yours again and maybe let me shred it to pieces ripping it off your perfectly rounded breast with my teeth." That was it, he had me. That's all it took. I felt heat pool between my legs.
"And you are going to come get me?" Was all I asked; I didn't want him to know how badly he was making me wet.
"I am on my way to your place now." I jumped out of bed, turned on the light and took one look in the mirror. My makeup was still intact, I ran the brush through my hair, grabbed my tote bag, threw in a change of clothes, knowing that I would probably end up staying the night, I was pretty sure he wasn't going to drive me all the way back to East Longmeadow in the middle of the night; I changed my bra into the black one he wanted to see so badly again and grabbed a few toys from my hidden box of toys in my closet.
I ran down the stairs, brushed my teeth, lathered up my legs with some honeysuckle lotion and spritzed on some honeysuckle body spray. I was so happy that I had decided to shave this morning.
Pete knew exactly where I lived only for the fact because one of the most popular clubs in the area was right across the street, he didn't need any direction.
I grabbed my keys off the counter and locked the door behind me. I walked down to the end of the driveway and waited. 5 minutes later, I saw his car pull up; I walked around the front and hopped in the passenger side.
"Hey sexy," he said as I shut the door and he pulled away.
"Hey," I said, as I situated myself. I saw him looking at me out of the corner of my eye.
"You are in this car less than 2 minutes and you are already driving me crazy," he said.
"Why, what's wrong?" I said shockingly.
"You smell good enough to eat," he said. I felt heat flushing my cheeks. I was happy when we hit the highway, the breeze was refreshing. When I didn't say anything, he changed the subject.
