It’d been long years, but now Annika was giving me signals.

Out of practice, stammering, I invited her over Friday.

But my intentions were clear.

Her sultry look accompanying her “YES!” was unmistakable.

Finally, this was gonna work! I drove home, elated.

Amber was on the couch, texting. Who? No idea.

I told her everything, carrying on like a teenager on the brink of my first feel.

Amber frowned, saying, “Bad idea.”

Fuck, woman! You’ve made me watch more cocks rail and cream your cunt than I have pennies in the jar by the laundry!

I’m out!