INFECTION 2.0

~ TWENTY ~

“Hey sweetie!” the man in the door said as he entered the apartment uninvited, “Where’s Tandy?”

“What are you doing here, Randy?” the tone in Carly’s voice was a bit on the icy side.

“Tandy said I could come over, that she wants to work it out.”

Sure she did, thought the other as she watched him sit down without being asked. He's tall, lean frame slouched slightly as he relaxed. Muscular tanned legs showed from where the shorts ended to where the ankle socks and tennis shoes covered his feet. His arms and neck were just as tan. The skin stretched tight over muscles that he worked five times a week to build. Though he had only been to the apartment three or four times before, each time was like this. He came in and immediately made himself at home as if it was the place he grew up in.

“Tandy is at work, you know?”

“What? She can’t be. She was working this morning when I called her so her shift should be over by now.”

“She told me she worked until ten tonight.”

“No, that’s not right. Why would she tell me I could come over if it was going to be that late?” Randy was sounding agitated, “She knows I have an early Monday class.”

Carly stood by the door watching the man.

He let out a long, exasperated sigh and stood up, “Not until ten, you say?”

She nodded.

“Well, let her know I came by. I’m trying here, Carly, I really am, but it’s not right for her to jerk me around like this, you know?” He stepped toward the door with the woman still standing next to it. “Talk to her for me, would you? Let her know that it's killing me that’s she’s being like this?”

Carly reached out and grabbed his arm. She felt a little surge of excitement as her fingers grasped the firm, strength that slept beneath his skin. “You don’t have to go,” she suggested, “I’m sure we could find something to do until she gets home.”

Her free hand pulled at the edge of her robe to expose one of her double Ds. As he stared at her chest she let her hand slide down his arm then jump to his shorts. His excitement was already growing.

“You don’t have to be shy, baby,” she purred, “I’ll never tell.”

As he leaned in she let her hand go from the robe to the back of his neck. She pulled him to her as his lips went to her n****e. She moaned, “Oh, yes,” as he began to suck.

Randy, who probably never knew shyness, showed no signs of being timid now. As he felt her n****e grow hard against his tongue he pulled her robe all the way open, revealing the rest of her caramel body. His hand sliding down her tummy until his fingers were firmly in place over her smooth-shaven mound. She made low, drawn-out ‘oh’ sounds that encouraged the man as he rubbed against her.