Dylan
It was raining buckets. The kind of rain that made it seem like you just emerged from a pool, rather than walked from your car parked at the curb to your girlfriend’s front door.
“Oh my God, get in! You’re drenched!”
Holly pulled me up the stairs to her third-floor apartment, her tiny hand unreasonably strong. I lagged intentionally behind, just enough to catch a glimpse of her smooth thighs sliding beneath her bouncing skirt. Thighs that had been recently developing some very nice definition… thanks to me.
She pushed me inside and slammed the door closed, stripping me out of my coat. As an afterthought she stripped off my shirt too, then crossed to the little laundry area at the back of her kitchen to shove it into the dryer.
“This is the fastest you’ve ever gotten me naked,” I
