She’s got slick shiny dark hair. I ran my hands down her waist and then slid them up under the hem of the dress. The walk back to her house was fun as I kept slapping her butt. Once she had discarded the thin material she crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked at me in utter humiliation. I’m about average, maybe a little bulimic. I had to try her out. “Is that cooking show really more interesting than your beloved girlfriend?” she asked in an annoyed tone. She was breathing in through her nose and blowing bubbles of saliva from the back of her throat. He’s kinda muscular but it’s not like he’s made of muscles. She is mute. Is that how you dress in front of a guest?”
“I’m not a guest, I live here,” I reminded her. Don’t tell me you’re not back from the mall yet.”
Teddy threw her head back and bumped my nose.
