It had been a few months since I’d last hooked up with my friend with benefits, Chloe. We lived quite a few hours from each other, and we weren’t compatible enough to date, so we resolved to keep things sexual; convenient and easy. It didn’t always work out that way, but for the most part things had settled into a reliable rhythm. We would dirty text, have phone sex when possible, and generally just treated each other like decent friends.
When I returned to the city, summer had slipped into fall, the evening air turning cooler, warm blankets of dusk coming earlier in the day, so that by the time I hit the city outskirts everything had a pleasing ambience to it, an inviting orange glow. Usually, I would meet up with Chloe for lunch or dinner and spend her free nights out, before retreating back to her apartment. However, a few days of texting had changed the routine.
*And what if you came in and I wasn’t wearing anything at all?*
*Just on your knees, ready?*
*Yes. I’d leave the door unlocked and be there, waiting for you.*