Your cock is beautiful – 44

I buckled her up and got into the driver’s seat.

It was a fairly short drive back to her place, but she woke up along the way.

“Where are we going?” she asked sleepily.

“I’m taking you home.” I assured her.

I don’t know if she heard me, but she didn’t answer.

When we got to her place, I managed to get her conscious enough to show her where she was, and where she needed to go. I couldn’t very well carry her into her house and up to her bedroom, now could I?

We kissed on the doorstep before she went inside, just once, but deeply.

“Goodnight Sir.” she whispered, quietly sneaking inside.

When she shut the door, I turned to look at her car, then sighed.

I was five minutes away from my house, but my own car was still at the park. There was no possible way of driving back to it without leaving one stranded.

I sighed again, slung my bag over my shoulder, and started walking.

It took about 40 minutes to get back to the park, and that wasn’t helped by the fact that I got lost twice despite just having driven the exact route.

By the time I got back home with my own car parked outside, and into my own bed, the February sky was tinged with the light blue of a coming sunrise. I briefly considered staying up to watch it, since I’d been awake this long, but I passed out seconds after having the thought.

But not before I thought of Mia one last time, her arms and legs wrapped around me, her tongue pressing playfully against mine, her bright green eyes…

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There was a knock at the door, and I woke up.

It was Friday night, the day after Valentine’s Day.

I was lying in my bed, still dressed, with my laptop open in front of me, the screen blank. There was another knock, and I turned to look at the door.

“Shit.” I mumbled, sitting up.

I’d fallen asleep watching a movie on my now drained laptop, waiting for Mia.

“Yeah.” I said, then cleared my throat.

She opened the door and stepped in. She was wearing a black bra and panties, patterned but not overtly sexy. My cock twitched at the sight of her.

“Hey.” I said, running my fingers through my hair.

“Uh, hi…” she said, “Are we not… are we doing something tonight?”