Wednesday arrives.

Tuesday passed without anything worth mentioning. School, homework, dinner, and an occasional check of my phone. Before I knew it, Wednesday had arrived.

Kat was practically bouncing when I saw her at school.

“Tonight!” she announced, falling into step beside me.

“I'd almost forgotten.”

She stopped and gave me such a look. “Don't even joke about that.”

“I'm joking. Relax. Seven o'clock, right?” I said, holding my hands up in mock surrender.

“Seven o'clock. And I'm picking you up, so don't make me wait outside while you spend twenty minutes deciding which shirt to wear.”

“I don't take twenty minutes.”

“You absolutely do.”

“I have a very limited wardrobe. It makes the decision easier.”

“Yes, it’s so much easier for guys. Do I wear my Nirvana shirt or my Red Hot Chili Peppers shirt?” Kat teased me, and I felt personally targeted. She was right about my usual choice of clothes, though.

She laughed, slipping her arm through mine as we headed towards class. It felt good to be walking around school with Kat next to me like that. It was almost enough for Rebecca to look at me as we walked past her. She lifted a shoulder up and turned her frame so she was facing away from me with her back turned. Kat seemed genuinely excited about the evening, and I couldn't help smiling. It was nice to have someone looking forward to spending time with me without making me feel as though I had to guess what she was thinking.

We talked about the restaurant again, and Kat mentioned that she'd checked the menu online. She'd already decided what she was having, although she insisted she might change her mind when we got there. By lunchtime, she'd told me twice that she was looking forward to it.

“I'm glad you're excited,” I told her when we crossed paths after our last class together.

“Of course I'm excited. I'm going on a date.”

“With me, apparently.”

She gave me a playful shove. “Don't ruin it.”

“I'll do my best.”

The rest of the school day was fairly ordinary. Rebecca continued to keep her distance, and I made a point of not chasing after her. I had other things to think about tonight. By the time I got home, I was already considering what to wear when I noticed someone sitting on the front step. Trish.

For a moment, I thought I'd got the wrong house. Then she looked up, smiled, and stood. “Hey.”

“Hey. What are you doing here?” I asked, surprised but excited to see her.

“Waiting for you, obviously.” Trish smiled back at me just as enthusiastically.

I glanced towards the house, suddenly worried, and then back at her. “Is Heather inside?”

“No. She's still at college. I told her I'd come over later, but I thought I'd get here a little earlier.”

I couldn't stop the smile spreading across my face. “You could have told me.”

“And ruin the surprise?”

She was wearing jeans and a simple top, her dirty-blonde hair falling loosely around her shoulders. There was nothing particularly remarkable about what she had on, but seeing her standing there, waiting for me, made my afternoon considerably better.

“You’re the best, but I thought we were trying not to make Heather suspicious,” I said.

“We are. Which is why you should probably invite me inside before the neighbours start wondering why we're standing out here staring at each other like a couple of idiots.”

I laughed and opened the door. We'd barely made it into the family area when Trish glanced at the time on her phone.

“I told Heather I’d meet her at quarter past 5. I’ll say I made a mistake and thought I’d said quarter to 5,” Trish explained her plan to me.

I checked the clock. “It's only four thirty-five.”

“Exactly.” She looked at me with a small, almost mischievous smile. “Which means you have 40 minutes exactly to do whatever you want with me.”

“Trish.”

“What?”

“You're a terrible influence.”

Trish laughed “I'm beginning to think you like that about me.” She stepped closer, lowering her voice even though there was nobody else in the house. “I really wanted to see you. And I thought we could use half an hour without Heather watching us.”

I looked towards the hallway, then back at her.

“Forty minutes?”

“35 to make it safe. Now don't waste it asking questions.”

I took Trish in my arms, and she melted into me. We stayed like that for a moment; neither of us said anything. After the uncertainty of the last few days, it was a relief to be standing there with her, without having to worry about who might walk into the room.

Then Trish got that mischievous look again. “So,” she said, “what are you going to do with your half an hour?”

“I thought we weren't asking questions.”

“That was just you.”

“My room?”

Trish and I took off towards the back of the house. My bedroom door was knocked open, and we were grabbing at each other and kissing frantically. After just seeing Trish for a few minutes at Carla’s party and not being able to touch her, the anticipation was killing me. Almost as soon as we were inside the room, Trish started pulling her shirt off over her head. I stared down at the pink bra she was wearing before she pushed me backwards onto my bed. She dove on after me and came up straddling me.

“Timer!” Trish said, and she reached down into her jeans pocket and pulled out her phone that was sticking into her. She set an alarm and then was chest to chest with me, her tongue invading my mouth as I grabbed handfuls of her arse.

Trish helped me out and unhooked her bra as I got a perfect pair of breasts stuck into my face. I wrapped my lips around the first nipple I saw and began feeding. Trish clutched the back of my head and gasped as I worshipped her sensitive mounds. My dick was at the straining point as Trish ground her hips down on top of me. The effect was intoxicating.

In a surge, I flipped and rolled us over with Trish now on her back. I pinned her hands up above her head and thrust my hips into her parted legs. She moaned like I’d just slammed my cock inside her.

“Fuck! I wish we could…” I didn’t say it, but she knew what I meant.

“Me too! But Heather would smell it on us, and you’re not getting your cum all over me again.”

“Imagine that. You coming out of the shower just as Heather got home.”

In what felt like only a couple of minutes, the alarm on Trish’s phone started to go off. She had to push my head away from her neck as I hadn’t even heard it.

“Shit! Timer!” I said as we both quickly stood up and started straightening ourselves back out.

I tried to tuck my rampant erection down one pant leg as Trish got back into her shirt. I saw the pink lace of her bra and bent down to give it to Trish. She had to put it on under her shirt as we began moving back to the front of the house.

The front door was just unlocking as we made it to the living room. Trish jumped for the couch as I turned tail and sprinted the other way and back into my room.

I was already in my first game of Call of Duty when Heather poked her head through the door and into my room.

“You let Trish in?” Heather asked as I pulled the headset off my ears to hear her. Her eyes were narrowed as if she was reading me like a lie detector.

“What else was I meant to do? Leave her outside. She’s your friend.”

Heather didn’t say until I gave her another ‘what?’ and threw one of my pillows at her, missing her and hitting the door as she left me alone.

That was too fucking close! I gave myself three rounds of COD to calm my nerves before I started to get ready for my date with Kat.