No, she wasn’t coming

My phone vibrated. I looked at the text.

Meg: <Bad news. I told the married couple what I was going to do, and they won’t cover for me. They won’t let me out of the house. They were my ride>

Me: <Wow. That sucks. I really wanted to see you more tonight, even if it just to talk more>

Meg: <Come pick me up>

Me: <Are you sure? You might get in trouble>

Meg: <Yes. I’m so sure. I want you. In me.>

Me: <What’s the address>

Holy shit. I flew around the room, putting my clothes on, grabbing my wallet and keys. If Meg had these thoughts, completely sober and people urging against it, then I had no problem acting on my own urges. I was so attracted to Meg. Physically and emotionally. Shit it would probably hurt me more to fuck her, but I didn’t care. She wanted me and I wanted her.

I put the address in my GPS and found the apartment. I texted that I was there. I wanted the entrance to the building waiting for Meg to walk out.

Then I saw some movement in the corner of my eye. From one of the first floor apartments, a screen window flew out and fell onto the grass. A long leg reached out searching for the ground. It found it, and Meg’s lanky form climbed out the window.

Once out, she slid the window closed, then she leaned the screen up against the building. She turned and scanned the parking lot looking for me. I flashed my headlights, and she came sprinting over to me.

She opened my passenger down and jumped in. Her face was wild with excitement. She smiled and grabbed my hand. She placed it on her chest right above her perky tits. She said, “Feel my heart! I don’t think it’s ever beat this fast.”

As I felt her pounding heart, she leaned forward and kissed me. Not a little peck, but an open mouth tongue-filled kiss. A ‘I haven’t seen you in months and I want you to fuck me kiss’. It was such a turn on. My cock hardened in my pants as we kissed.

During the make out in the front seat, I couldn’t resist. My hand slipped from her heart to cupping her perky tit. I squeezed and she moaned in my mouth. She had only let me feel them occasionally. She must be really into this, if she is letting me massage them while we make out in a car.

She finally broke the kiss, and said, “Take me to your hotel. I don’t care if I get in trouble. I want to do this.”

“Are you sure?” I asked. “If you get reported you may get kicked out.”