Two nights later my phone buzzed on the nightstand while I was trying to watch TV. It was a text from Samantha.
“Back door’s unlocked. Come over. Now.”
My c**k got hard instantly. Emily was still gone until Sunday, but even if she wasn’t, I don’t think I could have stayed away. I waited ten minutes, heart pounding, then slipped out the back door and crossed the dark yard between our houses. The night air felt cool on my skin, but my blood was on fire.
Samantha’s back door creaked open when I pushed it. The house was dim, only a small lamp glowing in the living room. She was waiting for me right there, leaning against the wall in nothing but a short silk robe that barely reached the top of her thighs. Her dark hair was loose and wild, falling over one shoulder.
The second I stepped insi
