The two days between when Jack dropped her off and the weekend dragged on forever, Hanna barely able to concentrate at school. Of course, the flirty and dirty texts Jack kept sending didn’t help. The tenderness between her legs from their wild night together forced Hanna to wear skirts, and even then she couldn’t take a single step without remembering how she got that way. Come Friday afternoon, Hanna couldn’t get home fast enough.
She showered and changed quickly, eager to get out of the house before her Mom got home. Despite the fact she was an adult now, her mother could still be annoyingly over-protective. Hanna didn’t want to face a barrage of questions.
Her pleated, pale purple mini-skirt hung to just above mid-thigh, swinging with every step Hanna took as she hurried to the bus stop, her high-heeled sandals tapping loudly on the sidewalk. Under a loose, sheer blouse, Hanna’s breasts threatened to bounce over the neckline of her fitted camisole. She’d opted to go without a bra to surprise Jack, her nipples already clearly visible through the fabric at the thought of the night ahead. Arriving at his apartment right on time, Hanna took a deep breath and knocked.