I got home from work very late last night, and used my key to quietly
open the door to your apartment in L.A. When I entered the room, my heart
lightened as I was greeted by the fresh, clean scent of your perfume. I
pulled off my shoes and left them by the door so as not to disturb you.
I smiled when I heard the familiar clicking of the keyboard, and I knew
that you were still awake. I walked up behind you, admiring how you looked;
your silhouette aglow from the light of the computer screen. I stopped and
just stood there. I didn't want to startle you, but I wanted you to know
that I was home.
After my eyes got used to the dim light of the room, I understood. You
were wearing your little pink tee and panties, and sitting on the very edge
of your chair. You were typing with only one hand; your other was between
your legs. You stop typing, and made a little gasp. I could see the
movement of your hand between your legs and your hips were moving slightly
from side to side. Then, you stopped to read something on the screen and
giggled softly.
I touched your shoulder; you jumped and let out a little squeal. "It's
just me honey, didn't mean to scare you," I said in a sweet voice.
"God, Mallory, way to sneak up on a person!" you scolded. You scooted
back onto the chair, rested both your hands on your lap, and glared up at
me.
I wrapped my arms around you and started kissing you up, down, and
around your pretty neck and throat. "I'm sorry baby, I thought you were
sleeping," I said, gently kissing your lips.
"You about gave me a heart attack, Mal," you whispered softly. Then
you gasped as I ran my hand under your tee, fondling your breasts and
lightly pinching your nipples.
"What are you doing on the computer, honey?" I asked you. "Let me
see," I said resting my chin on your shoulder so I could read the screen.
"Actually it's a little embarrassing, maybe you don't want to read
that," you said, with a little worry in your voice.
"Who's Taylor?" I asked you after seeing her name on the computer.
"Please don't be mad, Mallory, it's just someone to chat with. She's
really a nice girl from Toledo, and she seems so lonely. We've been
chatting for hours, we just started fooling around, and she's really got me
going," you confessed.
"Oh my God, Jenna, this is so hot," I said, after reading everything
that was showing on the screen. "It looks like she's about to go down on
you," I giggled. "Don't let me interrupt you sweetie, type something back
to her," I coaxed.
I got down on my knees next to your chair so I could read the screen
with you.