Since Saturday morning, I have had a long running text conversation with Cindy. She ranges between feeling guilty to talking about how it was the best night of her life. Honestly, it was starting to get a little annoying, especially seeing I was looking to chill for the long weekend. By Tuesday, I was ready to get back to work and hit the ground running, so I pretty much ghosted her from Monday evening through Tuesday. Around noon, I get a knock on the door. Not expecting anyone, I thought about ignoring it, but the knocking intensified.
As I opened the door, Cindy walked in, not even waiting for an invite. She looked a little flustered and I wondered if this was the “oh shit” moment I have been dreading the last few weeks. Turning to me, hands on her side, lips slightly pouty, she starts: “Jake, I can’t stop thinking about the other night. I am constantly wet and horny. I need you to fuck me. Please Jake?” I let out the breath I had not even realized I was holding in. Not responding immediately, I walked over to the kitchen counter, where I had my laptop earlier, getting ready to find something for lunch.