The bell rang and I rushed to open the door. It was Louise, as I'd hoped, wearing her spectacular smile.
She had called an hour ago, the first I had heard from her since our encounter at the gym a month ago. I had been desperate to repeat the experience, to taste her again, to fuck her.
As time had passed, I had begun to fear that perhaps I had failed the test after all.
She had offered no explanation for her silence on the phone, and she offered none now. Instead, she placed a palm on my chest and gently pushed me back into the room, kicking the door shut.
She placed a finger against my lips as I started to speak, motioning that I should say nothing. Instead of speaking herself, she dropped to her knees and began to unbuckle my jeans.
I started to ask what she was doing, as if it wasn't obvious, but she shot me the same fierce glance as she had when we had first met. I took the hint this time, keeping quiet and letting her do what she wanted.
She undid my trousers and pulled them down, leaving me standing in my boxer shorts. She extended one finger and traced the shaft of my now erect member from the tip down to my balls. Her lithe fingers wrapped around my penis and caressed my sensitive balls. I shuddered as soft, long fingers explored, feeling the silky skin of my shaft and the coarse hair that surrounded it.
She pulled down my boxer shorts, freeing my dick. Her eyes lingered on the sight. I'm pretty well endowed, even if I do say so myself, a good eight inches.
With her finger, she gathered a drop of precum from the tip of my cock and brought it to her lips. Her eyes met mine as she tasted, and a dirty grin appeared on her face.