A longtime fuckbuddy.

It's been one hell of a dry spell these past couple weeks. Absolute freedom to fuck any bad bitch you want any time, anywhere doesn't do much good when you just don't seem to run into any. Not that you've really been going out of your way to look, but usually you'd have crossed paths with at least one or two suitable women.

Alone in your apartment on Friday night, you silently mull on your frustration. Your roommate got called into work late to deal with some emergency, so you have the place to yourself for the next few hours. You consider going out somewhere, grabbing a drink or two, maybe looking a little more actively for someone to end this drought. But going out like that by yourself always feels lame. And most of your friends are too busy to join you with no advance planning these days. Sometimes being an adult sucks....

As you scroll mindlessly on your phone, though, a lightbulb winks on, bringing a smile to your face. You do have one friend who you know will be free, and with how long it feels like it's been since you've seen her, it'll be great to catch up. Even better, she'll put an end to your dry spell and then some.

Layla's an old college classmate. You met at freshman orientation and hung out a couple times on your own, but while you had a fair bit in common, it didn't really go anywhere. Then, two years later, you happened to have a class together, and you were amazed to see the formerly shy, reserved young woman strut into the room wearing little more than panties and a smile. You soon learned that she'd joined a sorority, hoping to get out of her old shell more, and her sisters had helped her realize and embrace her true bad bitch status. Her newfound confidence made her far easier to get close to, and of course you didn't ignore the new opportunity to enjoy her body. From then on, the two of you became fast friends with plenty of benefits. After graduation, your paths diverged, as they do, but you both still live in the same town, and you've stayed in touch when you can in the couple of years since then.

Pulling up your messages, you shoot off a new one. Hey! How's it going?

It's a short few minutes before she replies. Hey, not too bad! What r u up to?

Just chillin at home. You busy?

Her reply comes promptly this time. Not now but I actually have a date soon! My parents r watching Marcus. Marcus is your son. After you and Layla crossed paths again, you wasted little time breeding her. It's nice to know her family are still being supportive.

Cancel the date and come over here, you type back. I'm fucking you tonight.

Again, it's only a moment for her response. Aw come on man really? Meanie :P Then a second message: I'll be right over lol.