Phone rings

*heavy breathing*

“Call her…. (ass slapping, hips grabbing – I toss her HER phone)”

“Tell her come get some… (strokes with passion, breathing on the back of her neck – I nibble on her shoulder)”

“She’s gonna be mad,” she says…. (while smirking as she glances back at me)

Her friend answers the call to sounds of love-makin. I grabbed hold onto her hoodie that she kept on for round two. Musical notes filled with her moans and groans drift through the air, searching for ear drums to finesse. Bodies glistening with sweat. I confess, it felt like an eternity before her friend…