“I haven’t talked about this before, but what will your lover think of you spending this time with me?”
“Lover?”
“You have one, don’t you? It had been days since I’d last even been down to the street, and my heart began racing as soon as I saw the cars rushing by. Mila’s strong hands then came down on my shoulders and began kneading. “I love you, Juliana,” she said. “She’s coming back,” she said. Finally, when Mila’s finger disappeared inside her vagina, I felt hot enough to take off the T-shirt. As we were finishing, Mila looked over my shoulder. “Coming”, I called, and – dragging on a pair of shorts over my naked lower body – I went to the door (I was still wearing the T shirt I’d slept in because why not?). “When did you ever learn to massage?”
“Remember that older man I was seeing a few years ago? A boyfriend or girlfriend? “I needed that,” she gasped. “I thought it was you. “When did you ever learn to massage?”
“Remember that older man I was seeing a few years ago?