The "bing" of Callie's phone announcing a text message awakened her from her drowsy state. She hadn't even realized she had fallen asleep on the couch; however her aching neck and back sure as hell let know her she had. Callie reached for her phone and tapped the message box. "Whatcha doing?" She read on the illuminated LCD screen. The light bright enough to make her squint as her eyes slowly adjusted. As she read the message her skin immediately tightened but in all the right ways, as did her lower core. It had been almost four years since their last encounter. The mere thought of Casey Mathis made her wet. Oh how he had such an effect on her, even after all these years. She could still picture him in his cargo jeans, sitting just low enough on his waist to tease any viewing eyes. His tight chiseled torso and pecks so sexy and masculine. His sun-kissed skin and smooth arms, and how his biceps would tightened as he would run his hands through his light hair. Yea, she could never forget that body. Callie had gotten so used to using her memories and imagination that she convinced herself he wasn't real, oh but he was.
Her mind fluttered searching for the right response, she be damned to let him know how desperate she was for his lust or that he was her way to a means in self-pleasure. Her stomach tingled deep from. It wasn't like he was standing in from of her with all to bear (although that was not exactly a bad thought either). Oh, how he made her thoughts roar with excitement
"Hey," she responded. She knew she had no control when it came to Casey. Her stomach turned, but she didn't know exactly why. BING, she almost jumped as the new message announced its arrival. "It's been awhile," it read. Maybe she was just desperate for lust and sex but she hoped he too was thinking about their last encounter. It very well had been a long time since she had seen or spoke to him. Their relationship was merely, well sex. There were no strings attached and they flatly agreed they could satisfy one another without the drama, and well that they did. "Yes it has," she responded, almost giddy in untamable excitement. She wanted to know so deeply where this conversation would go. NO STOP, she thought, and tried to push the reeling images of what she wanted him to be doing to her out of her head. She swore the last time they "met" would be the last. BING, as she read the next message her thighs tightened trying to hold off the throbbing she was beginning to feel low in her wetting crevice...."Come Over."
Callie's chest tightened and her breathing fastened at the order. "I can't," she responded playing hard to get because she knew damn well she where she would be by the end of the night. She slowed her breathing as she reprimanded herself for even contemplating the notion of seeing him again. "Why not?" his text read. BING another message, "I want you!" The heat ripped through her core like an inferno. Damn, how she craved to be wanted again.
She wasn't an ugly woman but the years of stress and loneliness took its toll on her. She knew she didn't have the vivacious curves of a supermodel, but then again she never had. The years of middle school torment had crushed her self-esteem. She never did get the big breast she so desperately wanted as a pubescent teenager and as the years passed she learned to accept her lack thereof. She had curvy hips, yes, but in her eyes they were torment.
BING, another message snapped her out of her episode of self-pity, "I want you now." A tingle zipped up the back of her neck making her body quiver just like it had the first time she felt his lips on her neck, teasing her insides into a wet mess of yearning ecstasy. Her mind told her no and for so many legit reasons, but her weeping crevice told her otherwise. BING "you know you want me too." The message read, and that she did. She tried so hard to convince herself to stay but not one reason was good enough to end the sexual torment that held her hostage. Another message rang out; it was an obnoxious smiley face winking at her. She had nothing left, no words could be sent to explain her sexual needs and desire for him. She swiped her screen and replied with a smile.
The air was cool out with a soft a breeze. Just the thought of him had already had Callie worked up that even the touch of the cool air on her skin made her nipples harden beneath the black lace that surrounded them. Callie started the car and slowly pulled away from the driveway. All she could think was "it's now or never." And by all means she wanted it now. It felt like the longest drive in the midst of the night before pulled up the drive. All the lights were off when she stepped out of her car. As she rounded the house she noticed the front door was cracked up open. Damn him, she thought, he knew I would be here. Callie walked into the door; her body tingled with nervousness and sexual tension. It was dark and warm and it all engulfed her completely. She jumped as the touch of Casey's rough hands startled her.
Casey's hands grasped her hips and pulled her close with no words spoken. She could feel the even rise and fall of his chest on her back. Callie had barely pulled herself when she felt his warm breath caressed the sensitive skin at the base of her ear. She quivered when his soft lips finally touched her skin, she moaned his luscious mouth traveled across the back of her neck making her legs go weak, not to mention making her crevice moist in need. As she stood their taking in Casey's manly aroma, his hands slowly traced the skin over her hips gathering her clothing in his grip. He raised her top up over her head and tossed the bundle of shirt aside. Her skin tingled from the cool air that brushed along her as her body became barer to his touch. Not a word was spoken but the expectations of the night were fully understood.
