Friday

I lay in bed, blushing slightly as I woke up late in the morning. I made a quick call into the school to make sure that I was marked absent due to illness, and lay back in bed again. My hands clenched my sheets as the thoughts of last night ran through my head again. I could feel my body beginning to respond all over again as my dreams floated through my mind of the lucious Heather... with me... our naked bodies entwined in the soft sheets on my bed... I shuddered, as I felt my hand moving down my naked body to my wetness. I clenched my hand again and moaned.

Quickly, I rose from bed and ran into the bathroom. Maybe a cold shower would help. I sighed softly as the cold water eased the heat in my blood, my nipples pebbled under the cool spray, and I grinned at the thought of how both cold water and hot blood could make them do that.

Feeling much calmer, I turned the temperature up and ran the water over my stiff shoulders, seeking to ease the tension there and I felt myself slowly begin to relax.

With a soft sigh, I turned off the shower after an hour long session, alternating between cold and hot, as my lust flowed. I stepped out onto the bathmat, water droplets falling from my bare skin, and lifted a soft towel from the rack on the wall, drying myself off thoroughly. I looked over at the clock and smiled again. I'd managed to sleep and shower the whole day away. I was a little sad that I had played Heather the way that I had, but I couldn't help it... There was no way that I could possibly have spent the evening with my goddess.

All of a sudden, the doorbell rang. I frowned softly. I wasn't expecting anyone. I went down to the front entrance, not conscious of the fact that I was still only wearing a towel, and opened the door. I dropped my towel in shock...