wewe pull up to your house, an saa and a half after school let out, hoping your mother isn’t nyumbani to realize wewe didn’t come straight nyumbani after school. To be honest, wewe never actually went. wewe spent the siku in your lover’s arms, not moving from the kitanda except for that saa long kuoga wewe took. wewe close your eyes, relaxing against the leather seats, and a smile creeps across wewe face as wewe think of the way she touched you. wewe blush, thinking of the way she made wewe come, screaming her name and dragging your nails down her back. It was the first time wewe didn’t have to fake your ecstasy...the first time anyone could completely fulfill your desires. wewe can almost feel her hands on your skin again, making wewe all hot and bothered, your face flush and your skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat. No one has ever had quite the impact she’s had on you. Opening your eyes, wewe pick up the cell phone and dial her number.
Hearing her breathless ‘Hello,’ wewe can’t help but wonder if she was thinking of the same thing. “Hey you,” wewe reply, your tuned on state noticeable in your tone.
“Mmm...I was just thinking of you,” she tells you, confirming your beliefs.
“Really now,” wewe flirt. “Because I was just thinking of you, too. Any thoughts in particular?”
“Oh, not really” she lies, enticing you.
“Oh, okay,” wewe say, almost chuckling.
“Okay, maybe about that shower,” she says, her voice dropping to the low and husky tone she takes whenever she gets turned on.
“Maybe we’ll just have to reenact that scene later this weekend,” wewe tease, knowing that wewe probably will.
“Maybe we will,” she responds.
“I can’t wait to see wewe again,” wewe say, voice just a whisper.
“I can’t wait to see you, either,” she says, and after an understanding silence, wewe hang up your phone, knowing what the promise of seeing her brings.