The sound of the car, the brush of the wind sweeping your back, the thought's of guilt, the lust of pleasure, Dripping pussy. The engine switches off. The car door closing, the thud of his large feet drawing closer each second, the pert of my nipple.
The moment of panic, the words a muffle, A moment longed for, the time right, his touch on my hip. Thank god, he finishes early on Wednesday's.
Touch with him, thought's else where, re thinking the plan, My head hot.
Key turning, heart racing, creak of the hinge, my legs being parted.
One step, two step, three step, my twat being stretched, dick being inserted.
All Rhythm jolted, face of horror, last step reached, frozen in fear. the throb of my cunt.
Silence.
"Oh Good God, get off her. get your clothes on. and get out my house!"
I feel him limp, pulling out of me so brash, I barely remember him being inside me. Still the throb of my cunt grows stronger. staring at his hands. my mind, blank. filled with thoughts, that aren't in any order.
The slam of the front door.
I don't move. flat on my back, one lousy cushion underneath my right shoulder blade. Pussy is clear view.
Will he, won't he? plan/no plan?
His eyes still haven't lodged.
he sits on the end of my bed.
His mouth opening..
"I don't know what to say, i thought better of you."
"No you didn't, you knew i was a whore, you knew I opened my flower for anyone, your just jealous"
"JEALOUS? Grow up Kasey."
"I've seen the way you look at me, my legs, my tit's, you practically drool when I'm in my Pjs."