I barely remember her name most days. Let me finish my cigarette and I’ll be right behind you.”
Shelly looked around again before walking into my apartment. She didn’t look that much older than me. Shelly walked out the door and shut it behind her. I grasped her breasts and massaged them. She let out one final scream and exhaled deeply. “I was starting to think you weren’t really that interested,” she said. Maybe four. Her chest felt slick against mine. I bit gently and she moaned. Three years ago, I noticed a teenager in a coffee shop. I sat up beside her and reached between her legs. Maybe they were supposed to be capris. Darker, firmer. I sipped my coffee. If he asks, I’ll just tell him he and I fucked. I wouldn’t judge.”
The rest of the conversation faded from my memory but I know after a few minutes of awkwardness, I stood up and took my leave.
