MICAH: I think that’s common knowledge, sweetheart.
SIENNA: You’ve just put yourself in a lot of danger. I can only give you an hour’s head start before I have to call the Sisterhood of Traveling Pants.
MICAH: The fuckin’ what?
SIENNA: LOL.
SIENNA: Yeah, you wouldn’t have watched that movie. Let it go over your head.
MICAH: Sounds pretty intense.
SIENNA: Oh, for sure.
MICAH: Is this your way of telling me not to text you later?
SIENNA: This is me making good on my deal and telling you that I’m not ghosting you.
MICAH: I shouldn’t have allowed you to fuck me that hard on Saturday then.
Oh, yes, I should’ve.
Because I’ve been going through such major withdrawals from her tight pussy that I’ve been stroking myself to her every night since we met.
I think of her when I’m awake and alone in my bed, and she’s become my new morning routine. Someone I met when I told my buddy, Graham, multiple times to fuck off me with the whole dating thing.
Yet, Sienna makes me want to try and hope and fuck and…be around her.
I haven’t been this attracted to someone in a long time, to where I thought about them after the first night.
Then the second.
And into the third.
Side effects couldn’t lastthislong with how much bottled-up desire I still have for thisonewoman. I’ve had my random one-night stands, but I didn’t even remember their names, and I made sure to keep the wholelet’s exchange numbersconversation from ever existing.
Yet, Sienna is my rule breaker.
I couldn’t resistnotspeaking to her after she rode my dick in the backseat of my truck because it was too goddamn good. It’s like fate decided to show up and dispense me of some damn sexual tension, but it hasn’t subsided.
SIENNA: You sure about that?
I inhale deeply, shifting in my seat to keep my growing cock at bay because walking into my kid’s school with it will definitely be frowned upon.
But, in spite of that, I can’t help but appreciate Sienna’s confidence and that she remembers.
That may be, I’m not the only crazy one here.
MICAH: Pick you up tomorrow night? Or right now?
SIENNA: LOL. I have work, goofball.
MICAH: I can work with that.
SIENNA: I can’t. I have a feeling you won’t go easy on me.
MICAH: I can. Nice and slow while you do whatever it is you do.
SIENNA: That’s worse.
