Chapter 2
Its been over an hour since Monica said goodbye and drove to her home in Sacramento California. There is now an emptiness in the house and in my heart.
I busied myself with straightening up the bedroom after the round of sex last night and this morning. As I moved the pillow that Monica used and pulled it to my face my balls tingled and cock began to stiffen at the wonderful scent of my new lover. I can't wait to talk to her.
I was still so excited about the past 24 hours that I could hardly eat my 3 day old take-out that has been waiting in the fridge. I headed to the weight room to work out until I get the expected call from Monica. A half an hour into by treadmill and the phone rings.
Out of breath I answered with "Hello".
Monica answers "It's me" with a short pause and she continued with "I made it home safe and sound".
I actually hesitate for a second wondering just what I want to say. Finally I said "That's great. I've been anxious to get your call. Spending the hours with you last night was wonderful".
That got a small chuckle from Monica along with "Me too. I really had a hard time leaving this afternoon. On the drive I could not stop thinking about our night and especially you Tim".
Monica continues "Just past Modesto I realized I had left a pair of panties. If you find them, I hope you can put them to good use".
Oh how I love this girl. I laughed and said "When I find them, I'll give you a call so you can provide me with instructions as to their use! I Love You".
Monica gave a small gasp then "Tim, I Love you too". She continued "I hope you have unlimited data cause I think we will be doing this a bunch".
I let her know that was not going to be a problem. Our goodbye was quick and we both set out to prepare for some much needed sleep.
Monday morning came and it was back to the shop. It is a hot humid day today and Lorrie was dressed in an almost there top under her bib overalls. Lots of side boob today. Glen had crawled up into the engine bay of a Peterbuilt installing the Turbo he had rebuilt on Saturday.
Without lifting his head he asked "How was the reunion".
In my best imitation of depression I responded "It was no big deal".