It’s 11:30 and Ell and I leave the bar to walk home. It was a good night out with some friends, several of whom were dressed in some outstandingly slutty dresses and I’m horny as fuck. So is Ell. These friends don’t know she loves pussy, but it’s fun that we both get to talk about what we’d do to them if we could have our way with those tight bodies.
It’s just a few minutes home to our loft downtown. It’s a second floor walk-up. We picked it up a few years ago and we love the place. It’s close to the nightlife but it’s not too loud because it’s tucked back off the street behind a little green space.
It’s not uncommon to see some partiers out who have had too much to drink. We dodge the sloppy ones. Ell gets the keys out as we approach the stoop and stop. There’s a freakin’ body right there in the shadows of our door. WTF? I kneel down. It’s a little brunette. She looks like she tied one on tonight and decided to “rest” on the way home. I think I might have seen her around the neighborhood actually.