Leather Jackets are for slutty hotwives...

I hear the click of the lock and look up with a smile. Me and Kyla had been dating for a year now, at this point I was pretty sure that I had to be the luckiest man alive to manage to pull her - my girlfriend was so freaking hot! This must be what love is like I think to myself as she enters, she was one of those short, pretty girls - 21 years old now, with creamy pale white skin and shoulder length black hair which seemed to shine without the need for any proper lighting, yet her eyes were probably my favourite part about her, a doe, deep brown colouring I could easily lose myself in for hours, it was only recently that she had entered the workforce and so those windows to her vast oceanic soul had retained their youth. she was uncorruptible, pristine - perfect. She was perfect. And I havent even mentioned the body she was hiding under the black leather jacket she wore over that clean white dress shirt and gray pencil office skirt, because her ass HAD to be the softest most fucking incredible, amazing thing I've ever touched. fullstop.

"how was work honey?" I asked her with a smile before she caught me staring, watching as she slipped off her heels with practiced ease before replying to me "oh you know, the usual I suppose..." she paused for a moment, as if collecting her thoughts "nothing all that interesting..." Kyla seemed a bit distracted as she halfheartedly shrugged her leather jacket off her shoulders before hanging it up by the entrance. "how was your day sweetie?" she asked me with a smile, seemingly zoning back into reality. "not nearly as productive as yours clearly" I replied with a smirk, suddenly I noticed that, she seemed a little bedraggled compared to her usually composed and energetic self, "you seem tired" i note with a hint of concern "try not to work too hard..." Kyla pulls out a chair and sits down beside me, letting out a soft chuckle "awwww, your so cute when you worry!" she smiles, relaxing, the darkness suddenly chased from her eyes. "can your cute boyfriend get a kiss?" I ask with a grin, Kyla hesitates for a moment almost worried about something, before changing her mind and leaning in, her lips meeting mine - I could never get tired of the way she tasted... wait a minute... there was something about this kiss which tasted different to the usual, it was slightly bitter tasting, maybe... salty? Huh. Thats weird. I pull away before she can, wiping my mouth on my sleeve - suddenly a realisation strikes me - wait oh shit. My mistake haunts me as i look up only to be greeted by Kylas deadly pouty face. "I guess you didnt really miss me at all did you!" she says with a humph, fuck. damage control. "I'm sorry Kyla, its just your mouth tasted kind of weird today... did you have some kind of strange smoothie after work?" I ask hoping not to hurt her feelings, suddenly she goes all stiff, as a red flush appears on her cheeks, "yeah..." she pauses for a little too long, the silence becoming a bit awkward. "It was a smoothie... um..." she pauses again as if embarrased or feeling guilty of something... "sorry." she adds quickly, turning her face away from me so that I can't make out the strange expression which had started to form.