Erin didn't know what she was doing. She famously had a one track mind, and he had been on her mind all week. But even she had to admit that this was crazy. She had only spoken to this guy once on the phone. And yet, here she was. Outside his door. At 10 o'clock at night. Crazy. Bat shit crazy. This is how you're gonna die Erin. She said to herself. And your obituary is gonna say that you deserved it for being so stupid. She took a deep breath in, and held it, feeling a slight burn in her lungs from the cold night air. She knocked on the door.
She kept her eyes down, trying to work out what her opening line was gonna be. How do you flirt again?! What can I say that isn't gonna make me sound like a crazy person?! The door opened, Erin looked up. Rich stood there for a couple of moments, and then shock and recognition swept across his face. His mouth hung open, eyes wide, speechless.
'Hey' Erin said sheepishly. 'I know this is weird, and I'm sorry to drop by so unexpectedly, but I...' she looked deep into his eyes, 'I just wanted to see you.'
'Err...yeah! Of course! Come in!' he stepped back and invited her in.
They stood in slight awkwardness for a minute, both of them unsure what to do next. He just looked at her up and down, seemingly still lost for words. Her mind raced as to what was going to happen. He finally found some words.
'So what do you wanna do? We can just hang out and watch some TV, or talk, or -'
Erin cut him off by pressing her lips against his. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in deeper into the kiss. He felt her soft lips open and the tip of her tongue touch his lips. He reciprocated and the passion rose in both of them. They breathed each other in, taking huge gulps of air, as their tongues caressed each other. Erin felt the electricity tingle all through her body, as his hands stroked her back and started to reach beneath her top. He just wanted to feel her skin. So soft, so smooth, so incredible. She was more than he ever imagined, and things had only just started.
Rich thought about everything that he had been fantasizing about her. It was all gonna happen. It was all gonna happen now. He could feel heat rushing through his body, as his mind was being flooded with sensations from just stroking her gorgeous back. He couldn't wait to have more. His hands moved up to her blouse and he started to fumble at her buttons. He reluctantly had to break the kiss so he could concentrate on unwrapping her.
Erin took in his face as he peeled off her shirt, and he gets to finally see her breasts, in person. They were heaving with her heavy breaths and practically spilling from the cups of her bra. She wasted no time and uncoupled the clasp on her back to set them free.
'Wow. You're so incredible,' Rich marvelled at the shape and form of her naked torso. He had seen it so many times in all of the photos that she sent him, but even now, his breath was taken away seeing them. Erin could see that his brain had basically stopped, just stunned by her bust. So she lifted his chin, and kissed him gently, while taking his other hand and placing it on her left breast, squeezing it with him. Something stirred deep in him. He grabbed the small of her back and pressed her against his stiffening erection. They paused. Nothing was said, he just took her hand and lead her upstairs, into his bedroom.
Erin pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling him. And as the kiss continued, she rubbed against his crotch, her skirt pooling to hide the indecent display. He grabbed her thighs that are wrapped around his hips and he could feel the goosebumps rise beneath his fingertips. He ventured further up her skirt, looking for her knickers. Expecting soft cotton, or even maybe a sultry silk. Further and further his hand went up; skin, skin, more skin, and then... Soft hair. Hair?