My door opens slowly. I can see his form moving in, wearing a robe. He stops and closes the door. He has to be able to hear my heart pounding. I move on my bed. His feet shuffle along the floor, and the bed moves as he hits it with his leg.
I feel his fingers touch my leg.
"This is a bad idea."
"She's got the pill and the wine. She wouldn't wake up if we were next to her."
We're actually talking about our forbidden relationship. That's new. His fingers are trailing up and down my leg. My p***y is juicing. I can hear him breathing, deep and hard. His fingers stop.
"Pixie, this is wrong. We've done too much already."
Until that night in the kitchen, he never used my name. I like it. I get up and reach out, feeling the terrycloth robe. He's facing me. I slide my hands in the front and o
