Walk of Shame

(EMI)

"See you later, beautiful." He kisses my forehead and quietly dresses up to leave. I pretend to be asleep. Yes, I'm dreamy, but not asleep. I don't want him to leave, but I don't want to seem clingy either, so I let him.

I hear my front door open as he quickly dashes to his apartment, most definitely trying to dodge the prying eyes of nosy neighbors. I chuckle—we laughed about this moment last night. Today, it's him. Tomorrow, it'll be me sneaking out of his apartment. The walk of shame.

The things we do for love.

I think I may be in love—but I send that thought to the bin real quick. Love is for the birds… or are we lovebirds now? I recognize this as a dangerous train of thought and hop off immediately, picturing myself exiting a moving bullet train in my mind's eye.

I can hear him singing along to a OneRepublic tune through the wall… and then the music stops.

My curiosity peaks, so I lean closer to the wall. I want to hear him. I want him. I cusp a cup to the wall to hear better.

Is that…moaning?

Wait. Is he touching himself—beating his meat?

Oh yes, he is.

I moan along and slowly inch my fingers toward my already-wet pussy, feeling for my clit, trying to time my climax with his.

Oh yes. My heart rate picks up. I'm dripping wet, my right hand buried in my flower, my left clasping a cup against the wall.

This feels taboo. Pervasive. Hot.

"Aaahhh…" He comes—followed quickly by the sound of the shower running.

He must have been thinking of me while masturbating, I tell myself, how could he not?

I'm going to fuck the daylights out of that boy. I just hope he's good in bed. I can tell that he is. His cock is just big enough, my size. And the way he handled me last night?Like a pro... I can bet I came from just that dry hump...just imagine what the real deal would make me do.

The mere thought sends a shiver through my spine, I let out a quiet moan even.

It's been a long while since I had some good sex. Its been a while since I felt this horny, this horny for somebody's son.