Friday Night

**Friday Night Affair**

“I can’t be arsed walking home,” she said, stood at the top of the stairs.

“Well, you can stay,” I responded. “I don’t know if the spare room is done up. You can stay in my bed.”

I walked up the stairs and she turned. Her loose dress showed off her perfect figure. She had the most incredible curves and gorgeous thighs. She reached for the door handle to my bedroom and let herself in, and I followed her. I stepped around her and shut the door. The room spun in my drunkenness as I took my shirt off and threw it down.

“I’ll need a T-shirt to sleep in,” she said. I picked up the first T-shirt I saw, medium length and black, and handed it to her. She dropped it on the bed and dropped her dress. She adjusted her hair and the image stuck with me. I had the perfect view. She wore lacy underwear and a red bra. Her huge ass was alluring, and the visible crack between the cheeks made my heart race. It was happening.

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Coming home from work [Part 1]

Nate lounged in his chair with one hand in his pocket. His eyes glanced over the document he held, scanning for keywords and numbers. Most of it was meaningless to him. He had returned from lunch not long before and was just beginning to focus again. His figures were down this month, so he was concerned about putting some more effort in. He leaned forward and put the page down. He pulled his keyboard towards him and felt for the keys with his fingers. He typed quickly.

A buzz from his pocket caught Nate’s attention but he kept typing. Probably just Ellen checking up on him. He kept typing for a few more minutes. He pulled his sleeve over his watch and checked the time. It was 13:42. He moved his hands back to the keyboard but hesitated. Leaning back, he reached into his pocket and took out his phone. He swiped away a meaningless notification and read the preview of the text Ellen had sent him.

*Hey, you busy? Xx*, it said.

*Not really, but there’s enough to do.* He typed. *Can’t wait to get home*.

He slid his phone back into his pocket and resumed his work. A moment later, there was another buzz.