No way, Calvin might find out, besides my legs too wobbly to walk
My phone beeped a second later.
Get your ass to the bar
I shot one straight back.
Can’t, I’ve been used up and getting ready for more
The last thing I needed was for them to show up at my doorstep, demanding a tell all. I had to find myself a thong for tomorrow.
I sat for a moment, tapping my finger to my teeth. Contemplating. I texted Jay.
I want you to fill me with your cum
After I hit send I threw myself onto my bed, burying my face in my pillow. I can’t believe I did that. A nanosecond later my phone beeped, and my heart raced. I was almost too scared to read the text. Almost.
Is this supposed to mean no more condoms? J
I released my breath. Yes Jay, that is exactly what it means. Jenny would kill me. I didn’t care, I was on the pill. I trusted he was clean, and I wanted to feel the silkiness of his cock against my pussy walls as he exploded into me.
Absolutely
I dug deep. Any hint of sexy panties had sunk to the bottom of my drawer. I piled utilitarian underwear onto the top of my dresser until I reached the long forgotten layer.
What would Jay like? He’d said a couple of things to make me think he’s a lingerie man. Matt never much cared, and I’d long ago abandoned any attempt at looking sexy in favor of comfy wear.
But I managed to find a cheap black thong I’d forgotten all about and held it up to my hips to see if it would fit me. Surprisingly, it would. And I had a lacy pink balcony bra to pair it with. Happy I had a solution, I crammed everything else back in the drawer.
Giddy, I plunked myself on the couch and flicked on another old romance movie.
20
I showered, put on my thong and bra then looked at myself in the dreaded bathroom mirror. The memory of Jay fucking me in front of it sent heat coursing through my veins all over again.
I blushed at the memory and worked up the nerve to survey myself. The bra is okay. A pretty thing, but not necessarily a sexy one. The thong. Yeah. I'll have to do a bit of trimming down there, as it is it’s a black triangle sitting on a bed of curly straw. As long as Jay approves. I’d run out right this minute and buy something nicer, but I don’t have the cash to spare.
I showered, shaved, brushed my teeth. Brushed my teeth again then dug out a bottle of long-forgotten mouthwash. I stood in front of my closet, debating what to wear. Jeans seemed boring. Plus they limited his access to down there. But every dress I pulled out seemed either too formal, too work-like, or too dowdy.
My eyes glanced around the room and landed on the bathrobe draped over the chair. Could I? What would he think? I guess I’ll find out. I put on the thong and bra, pulled on the robe and plunked myself in front of the television to wait for his arrival. He didn’t give me an exact time; the afternoon was a big range, and I hoped he meant sooner rather than later.
Just past two, I buzzed Jay in.
I stood beside the intercom, took my robe off, put my robe back on. Took it off again. When I’d come up with the idea, I’d envisioned myself greeting him like Marlene Dietrich but now it became apparent I could never be so sultry. Through the condo door, I heard the elevator open. Jay would be here in seconds. I whipped my robe back on and was in the process of tying it when he knocked.
I opened the door, and my heart stopped. Jay stood in the frame, smiling and holding a large bouquet of white lilies up in front of him. He was wearing fitted jeans and navy dress shirt that clung to his muscles. How did he get better looking each time I saw him? “Abbie, whoa,” he said, a smile sprang across his face, “What have we here?”
Beginning at my neck, he ran his hand along the edge of the robe. My heart pounded, and I swallowed as he moved it lower. I fiddled with the robe, holding it shut over my hips. This was a stupid idea, what must he think of me?
“Sorry, I wasn’t sure what time you’d get here and was just getting dressed.” He pulled opened the top of the robe, revealing my bra.
“And here I thought you’d intentionally given me the best welcome.”
I laughed. “Maybe that’s exactly what I was doing.”
“Whichever it is, I like it.” He leaned over and kissed me, careful not to crush the flowers between us.
I took the flowers and reached over to set them on the kitchen counter. The action caused my robe to fall all the way open. His hands went across my skin, around my waist until they reached my back and pulled me tight against him. Jay pushed me a couple of steps into the condo and shut the door.
We kissed, our tongues darting around each other's. His hands moved down, onto my ass, caressed and squeezed my cheeks before finding the fabric of my thong and traced his fingers over it, running them between my ass cheeks.