"When do you think you'll come back?"
"I don't know. I've got a lot of shit to do for awhile, so it might not be until next month."
"Damn. Oh well, I've got to get some sleep, I'll talk to you sometimes tomorrow."
"Sure thing. Night, kid."
He clicked his cell phone shut, and rolled over, pulling his comforter close around his body. He hated when she called him "kid." Which was of course why she did it. She loved mocking him, teasing him. She'd laugh coyly, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and he'd only think about pushing her down and kissing her mouth deeply, until the laugh escaping her bubbled into his own throat. He wished she was here now. He wanted to feel her again, they way her body molded perfectly into his, their legs entangled.
But not for another month. One month to think about being with her. One month to imagine her naked body in the shower with him, water running over her breasts as she got on her knees before him. One month to jerk off to images of fucking her.
He had just drifted off to sleep when he heard the gentle knock against his window. Grabbing his gun instinctively, he rolled to the window ready to shoot. Pushing back the blinds off to the side, he saw her smiling face, laughing yet again. His heart started beating faster, wondering if perhaps he was dreaming again. He'd had this dream before. He opened the window quickly.
"Don't fucking shoot me, kid! God damn. I didn't want to wake your roommates, so I thought I'd scare the hell out of you." She pulled herself inside over the sill, using his hand as a help to her feet.
"I thought you had shit to do? Why are you here?"
"Can't I surprise you anymore? Everyone likes surprises. I was in the car about thirty minutes out when I told you goodnight. Is that the kind of greeting I..." He silenced her with a kiss, thrusting his tongue in her mouth and shoving her hard against the wall with a resounding thud. She laughed, putting the kiss on hold for a moment.
"I came in through the window so I wouldn't wake them up. Making noises like that is not staying very stealthy."
"Oh. Believe me. That is one of the quietest noises that they will be hearing tonight." She purred her happy agreement as the kiss continued. It was slow at first. They both just wanted to taste each other, explore each other tenderly. Her hips began to roll against his crotch as he pushed her harder against the wall. His hands trailed down her neck, lightly over her breasts and waist and closed over her wrists. With one smooth motion, her hands were pinned above her head, and he pulled back to stare into her eyes. With his other hand he touched her. She had worn a skirt with no underwear. She was always too provocative, too revealing. He loved it. She was already wet; her breathing growing raspier as he neared her clit. He stopped, his fingers wet with her arousal and brought them to his mouth. He licked his middle finger, her scent invading his nostrils. Her eyes grew wide as his index finger entered her mouth. Sucking voraciously, she stared at him, moaning her pleasure. Sharply pulling his hand back, he smacked her across the face.
