*** Warning *** Mature content ahead *** My “sort of” erotic piece ***
I’ll be posting this short story in a few installments, weekly. Woukd love to have your feedback on it, pretty please?
In fact, two years since her last relationship. Four, since her first kiss. The girl felt so lame, so inexperienced, so stupidly like a near-depression teenager. She laughed slightly bitterly and turned around once more, ready to give in to her laziness.
And there he was. Standing… well, leaning against her desk, arms casually crossed over his chest. The guy her mind had been going on about ever since she had laid her head to sleep. Surprise, confusion and embarrassment framed her facial features. He looked pleased with that. A bit eager, too.
– How… how did you get in here? – She asked, almost losing her voice. The girl had never been alone with him.
– Door was open. – He stated simply, pointing with his head and slightly looking towards the veranda’s glass door in explanation. – So, technically, you let me in.
– Not so, actually. Unless you go on the habit of walking into every open window or door you happen to pass by, like a sneaky cat burglar. – The girl retorted, with a smirk.
Her voice was back in control, but her mind was racing. So was her heart. The man chuckled.
– Always a snappy retort at hand, heh? I like that.