Thinking of her breasts encased in silk arouses the fuck out of me. But for some reason the fact that she had on simple black boy short panties just hits that kink inside me. I like lace but a girl who makes simple panties like that arousing is just too fucking hot. I wish I would have gotten her bra off, so I had just a few moments to suck on her beautiful nipples.
I explode on the wall with a loud grunt as I stroke myself through the orgasm and into the slow sedation that follows.
Shaking my head, I rinse my body off and shake the last of the arousal out of my body. I feel like I barely let any pressure off. If anything my body is even antsier, anxiously waiting to see her again.
Chapter Seven
Chase
I send Avery a quick text as soon as it hits 8:15. I can't wait any longer, I want to see my raven-haired beauty. I don't know if the evening will end with me letting out all the pressure that has been building inside me but I sure hope so.
Me: Where are you at? Do you need a ride home from work?
Shit, I need to make sure I am not sounding like a desperate ass.
Avery: I'm at home, what's up?
Me: I'll be there in fifteen minutes.
Avery: What do you mean you will be here in fifteen minutes? Did you ask me out for a date?
Shit. Shit. Shit. Is she fucking with me? I run my hand through my hair and take a long moment to breathe out. Inhale and exhale. I need to relax here. She could feel absolutely nothing like I feel.
But fuck that, she's mine.
Me: Nope. Ten minutes.
I know I shouldn't be texting and driving so I set my phone down on the seat beside me.
The buzz and loud chime sound lets me know she has responded. I pick it up and look at her response.
Avery: What if I won't be ready? Are you driving and texting?!?
I grin and set the phone back on the seat. Let her figure it out.
Avery
Wow. So Chase is totally coming over and I’m not ready at all. When I told him he could call me I thought he would do just that, call me. I figured we’d talk for a bit, maybe get to know each other and then set up a date for later.
I had no clue he’d decide to rush right over!
Crazy thing is instead of being pissed off about being pushed into a date he didn’t ask for, I’m excited. Like super excited. So excited that I’m racing around my bedroom like a chicken with its head cut off trying to figure out what to wear.
I’m standing in my bra and underwear, trying to choose between jeans and a tight blouse or my favorite purple dress when he knocks on my door.
I poke my head out of my bedroom door and call out, “Chase?”
Through the door I hear his deep, “Yeah.”
“Come in!” I yell.
The f
ront door opens, and I shut my bedroom door, hoping he didn’t get a flash of my ass.
“I’m sorry! Just a minute!” I call out and stare at the two outfits I left spread out on my bed.
Shit. He got here even quicker than I expected. I still have no clue what to wear.