Their bodies still merged into one. I pulled him in closer, clasped my hands around his neck and climaxed. “He’s 18 now,” I whispered, out-of-breath, coming down off the orgasm. I thought you were older!” I laughed it off. I’m sorry, we can’t,” Denise walked away. Denise couldn’t stop smiling. “Call me later today, alright?”
“Yeah, yeah I’ll do that,” he stuffed the piece of paper into his pocket. You wouldn’t be cheating on me or making me no longer love you. I caught my breath and practically ripped his shirt off. “Hey.”
I turned around, my eyes to his. He leaned down, taking a breast to his mouth, tongue licking the nipple while he squeezed it. I straddled him once more. “Tell them all about getting some pussy from that married woman at the gym.”
“Yeah, they might not believe me.”
“Well I’m sure we’ll be doing this again, and again, and again. I could feel him getting tense. “Hi Tyrell.”
I glanced back to his friends, they quickly looked away. This is Denise. “Yeah,” he winced. He didn’t care, he kept slowly slamming into me. Text him back!”
“Really? Tyrell was with his friends the following week. Say yes.”
“Are you crazy? My husband never looks over here and won’t know.”
We got into the pool, Tyrell looking around, hoping I was right. “I better go,” he nervously
