“hike up your skirt a little more”

I went over to Jamie’s for dinner last night.

Around midnight – how it got to be midnight so fast i certainly don’t know – we decided we probably ought to let the dogs out, so we pulled our clothes back on and went out to the back yard with them. Of course, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Me, leaning against the patio railings, right in the corner. Her, pressing me in, pushing me back a little too far, making me gasp and grab onto her. And laugh because, of course, i wasn’t going to fall. The railing was up to right above my ass (right there, where those bruises are), high enough that i would pretty much have to be trying to tip over it, but i couldn’t help that reaction to being unbalanced, not even after so many times, when she was just teasing me.

Pressed together, kissing, touching. She slid her hand up my thigh, under my skirt, over my ass – and that mmm cause there was nothing under the skirt – fingers inside me, just like that. Oh god, i’ve been waiting for that moment since i made that skirt.

I stayed the night. We even slept some. I can still smell her on my fingers, despite this morning’s shower.

Lady Brett
“Crash Into Me” – Debbie Comer