First thing I’ve written in a long time, and first ever erotica. Was planning to get a few more chapters written before posting, but figured any feedback could be helpful.
Cynthia sat uncomfortably in the passenger seat of the Uhaul looking for anything familiar. It had been at least 12 years since she had last visited the house on Bloom Hill. A large, old and beautiful home, it belonged to her father’s oldest friend, Roger. At least once a year throughout Cynthia’s childhood, she and her family would stay for a week or so at the house with Roger and his family. Born just two months before Cynthia, Julie was Roger’s oldest daughter, and Cynthia’s best friend growing up. Despite long stretches between visits the two girls would immediately pick up their friendship and become inseparable for the whole visit.
When Cynthia learned that her husband Henry had gotten the assistant professor position at UNC Asheville she had hoped to see Julie upon arriving in town, but Julie was living in Spain teaching English to primary school kids. She called up her father to ask for Roger’s number, planning to set up a time to visit or eat somewhere. Roger himself was preparing to leave town, and head south for the winter.