Graduation week hit like a countdown we both felt in our bones. Elena texted me late Wednesday night.
Elena: Come to my house tomorrow. One last time. My bedroom. 8pm. Don’t be late, baby.
I showed up right on time, heart pounding, c**k already heavy in my jeans. She opened the door wearing a short silk slip, dark green like her eyes. The house was quiet. Soft lamp light glowed from her bedroom down the hall.
No rush this time. She took my hand and led me straight to her bed. We stood beside it, kissing slow and deep. Her tongue moved with mine like we had all the time in the world. I slid the straps of her slip down her shoulders. It pooled at her feet, leaving her completely naked. I ran my hands over every curve — her full breasts, the dip of her waist, the soft swell of her ass.
El
