Olivia's semester ended that week and then, the following Friday night, she sent me a text just before midnight. It said simply, "On my way." Like it was a normal thing. And in a way, I suppose it almost was by that point. But I couldn't help the thrill of arousal that surged through my body the second her text came through. And for the next twenty minutes, I could barely think about anything except the things that had happened over the past month.
I jumped when the now familiar soft knock echoed through my apartment. Quickly getting up from the couch, I walked to the door and opened it, letting her in. Olivia was wearing the skimpiest outfit I had ever seen on her. Her t-shirt was cropped and loose, hanging a few inches away from her body as it rested on her jutting breasts. There couldn
