Playing Parts

Tonight was the night. I checked the clock. 9:28. Almost time. I checked my reflection for the fifth time, and took a deep breath. Ashley and I had been friends for a relatively short time. Well, maybe friends wasn’t the right word. Acquaintances? Interested parties? Whatever.

We were going to fuck.

Shortly after meeting, Ashley and I realized we shared a number of interests, had decent chemistry, and had a number of… unexplored ambitions, shall we say? Sexually, I mean. Scenarios, games, and fantasies we were never able to try with other people. After that, it was simply a matter of logistics.

I checked the clock again. 9:30. Showtime. I turned the handle, and opened the door.