February 14, 2014
Valentine’s Day and I’m stuck working a 12-hour shift. I look at my watch and start counting down the hours until my break. I’m just dying to check my phone.
This is my first Valentine’s Day that I actually could have plans. If only I could check my damn phone.
I can’t wait any longer. I lie and tell my boss I have to pee. I practically run to the stall and don’t even bother locking the door before whipping my iPhone out of my pocket.
“Liam Robert Text Message” glows on the screen. I rush to put in my password screwing it up several times in my haste. Finally I read what he’s written.
“Got the place to myself for the night. Wanna come over for a cuddle?”
I frantically type my reply. “Don’t get off till 10. Will have to swing home and pick up some clothes for tomorrow. Be there at 11:30.” SEND
My heart is pounding restlessly. I try to regain control of my breathing before returning to work.
The rest of the day goes by pretty uneventful. The typical Subway drama. “Sorry ma’am we’ve run out of white bread.” “No sir we don’t have chicken salad.” Boring and not the people I really want to see. But it puts gas in the jeep.
Finally it’s 10. I make sure my stuff is cleaned and I nearly run to the time clock. I just can’t get out of there fast enough. I hop in my jeep and start driving home. It’s not until I’m about ten minutes from home that I realize just how much I smell like Subway. It’s in my hair, on my skin, covering my clothes.
I text Liam and let him know I need a shower and won’t be there until 12.
He says I can shower at his place. I remind him that none of my stuff is at his place. He says that I can just grab some stuff from my house and bring it over. We argue back and forth until I finally put my foot down and say I will be there at 12.
I get in the house and am assaulted by my lovely girl Sierra. The most lovable useless guard dog on the planet. She barks letting my mom know I’m home.
She asks from her room how my day was. I give her the usual “It was fine,” response.
I rush into my room and grab my Vera Bradly backpack. It’s my go to overnight bag. I rush around my room trying to find socks, a bra, and pjs. I then rifle through my bathroom to find my travel shower stuff.
As I’m getting in the shower I yell to my mom that I’m taking a shower then going to the gym with some girlfriends. She asks when I’ll be back. I mumble something about tomorrow night since I’m working another 10-hour shift.
I throw on the hot water and step under it after shedding my grungy work clothes. The warm water feels so good. I grab my Malibu Heat body wash and start to scrub away the layer of grime and grease that I can feel sinking into my pores. I shudder as I rinse the scented foam off my body. I quickly grab my 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner trying to make this a quick shower.
I can already feel my heart beating faster at the thought of what “cuddling” would mean tonight. My hands travel over my 38Cs and down to my usually shaved pussy. I feel just a little bit of stubble and decide to take the time to rid myself of all of it. After all it is Valentine’s Day and I want to look perfect.
As soon as I finish removing the last of my unwanted hair the water runs cold and I muffle a silent scream so as not to wake my mom. I quickly jump out of the shower wrapping my robe around me to get warm quicker. I grab a towel to wring the water out of my shoulder length purple and red highlighted brown hair.
I return to my room and shuffle through my panty drawer looking for my new VS thong. Not being able to find it, I settle for a pair of Lacie Cheekinis in black. I check my phone to see the temperature outside and decide to be lazy and put on my snowflake pj pants. I throw my bra in my bag and pull on my pj shirt. Remembering it’s supposed to be below freezing the next morning I grab a warm jacket. I make sure that my work clothes are in the bag along with some shower stuff.
I hop back in my jeep and text Liam that I’m on my way. I turn on my cd player to S&M and start singing along. By the time I arrive at his apartment the song has ended.
I take a moment to steady my breathing. Grabbing my bag, I lock the Jeep and head towards his apartment. Almost slipping on some ice I make it to his front door. I'm about to knock when he opens the door smiling at me in my jammies.
Standing at almost 5' 7", his head can rest atop my 5' 2" stature. I look up at him and into those brilliant blue eyes. And I just melt. I shiver a bit and he pulls me into the apartment shutting the door before quickly grabbing my face with both hands and giving me a passionate kiss.