It’d been long years, but now Annika was giving me signals.
Out of practice, stammering, I invited her over Friday.
But my intentions were clear.
Her sultry look accompanying her “YES!” was unmistakable.
Finally, this was gonna work! I drove home, elated.
Amber was on the couch, texting. Who? No idea.
I told her everything, carrying on like a teenager on the brink of my first feel.
Amber frowned, saying, “Bad idea.”
Fuck, woman! You’ve made me watch more cocks rail and cream your cunt than I have pennies in the jar by the laundry!
I’m out!
