With my heart beating fast, I decided to grit my teeth and do it. So I stripped down to my underwear, contemplating whether this was enough. But then I decided to go the whole ten yards. So I took off my bra, pulled off my panties and lay down on his bed once again. Fifteen minutes later, I heard Phil’s key in the door and I jumped into a more enticing position, lying across his bed with my legs entwined together.
I heard him move through the apartment and a second later, he emerged at the door and stopped short, obviously not having expected I would already be in his apartment.
He stared at me for a moment and then I saw his eyes rake across my naked body. I looked down to his trousers and saw his erection pressed up against the material of his pants. That alone made me grateful I had done this. He didn’t say a word. He just dropped the bag he was carrying and got on top of me, kissing me frantically and passionately.
I laughed, but I gave myself over to him, and soon he was naked, too. I could tell that he was impatient today. He wanted to be inside me, and I wanted the same. When his cock slipped inside me, I moaned in pleasure and clung to his back, as my fingernails dug into his skin.
We had sex three times that night, with twenty-minute intervals between each toe-curling embrace. He took me from the front and the back, and once I was on top of him, riding him with the confidence I had always doubted I had. He made me feel more like a woman and more like myself in the same breath. I felt somehow as though I was getting to know myself better through Phil.
It was more than just the way his cock felt inside me. It was the way he made me feel when he looked at me. I came screaming, with his lips curled around my nipple.
“That was some welcome home,” Phil said, panting heavily.
“I was inspired.”
“By me?”
“By your declaration this morning,” I admitted.
“Even though I told you over text?” he asked teasingly.
“I’ve decided to forgive you for that,” I said.
“Why, thank you, ma’am,” he replied. “Now I feel like I need to do something for you.”
“You already have,” I said, giving him a little wink. “Although… you could try saying it to me again, now that we’re face to face.”
Phil smiled and leaned in to kiss me tenderly. When he broke apart, his beautiful eyes were only inches from mine. “I love you, Megan.”
I felt a thrill of happiness rush through me. “I love you, too.”
We made love and then sat together in his bed, entangled in the sheets and in each other and we discussed movies and movie stars and the world it had opened up to each of us. I had learned to dream by watching films and apparently, so had Phil; we had just come at it in different ways.
It was after our third heated love-making session that I remembered the strange text my brother had sent me as I had been leaving work.
“By the way, how’d it go with my brother this morning?” I asked.
“Oh.”
I raised my eyebrows and looked up at Phil. “That wasn’t the response I was expecting.”
He sighed and straightened up a little. “I tried to talk to him,” he said. “But…”
“But?” I pressed.
“I think he was just looking for a fight.”
“He does that with me, too,” I admitted. “So, did you give him the fight he was looking for?”
He bit his lip.
“Oh, Phil!” I said.
“I know, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” I sighed. “It’s Brent… Something’s been going on with him lately. And, I don’t think it’s good.”
“I’ve noticed that, too,” Phil nodded. “Do you think…”