Page 29 of Swept Away

“I’ll pound that sweet pussy of yours tonight,” he says, like he’s making a mental note. “Now, go get something to wear. They’re waiting for us.”

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GEMMA

He goesinto the bathroom and cleans himself first, while I throw on a robe, unload the rest of the groceries, and fill up the refrigerator and my pantry.

Moments later, he exits the bathroom as well put together as he was half an hour ago when he walked in.

He points to the door.

“I’ll wait for you outside,” he says, and I tilt my head in agreement, although I would’ve liked for him to stay.

But, it’s probably better to go outside and talk to whoever knocked on the door, ease their concerns, whether there may have been any or not.

My cheeks burn when I close the door behind him, thinking that his friends know exactly why he’s been late and the door has been locked, and he hasn’t answered.

Sighing, I head to the shower and let the water run before checking my face in the mirror while lifting my hair and pulling it into a bun.

I don’t have time to wash it again, but it still looks good as it’s naturally curled at the tips from the moisture.

The afterglow is more than telling, and I feel naughty about it, although I’m not ready to meet his friends looking like this.

I've had a love-hate relationship with going out since my first year of college, when I started seeing men.

Going out with my girlfriends before that was different as we had so much fun, just us, the girls.

We laughed a lot and did stupid things together.

Once I started dating, going out became dull and boring. Something I never looked forward to.

Meeting new people hasn’t been my jam lately either.

I’m too busy and don’t want to offend anyone by saying no to them when they want to meet with me and socialize, but tonight, things are different. And not so different at the same time.

I’m not looking forward to spending time with new people, but I want to spend time with him, so I’ll have to compromise.

I drape my robe over the sink and enter the shower.

My hands move over the trails of cum, removing them from my skin while asmile curls my lips.

I slide my fingers to my sex, forgetting for a moment that I’m late, still don’t know much about him, can’t call him by his name because I don’t trust it’s his real name, and I’m not good at spending time with a group of new people.

When I’m done showering, I grab a towel, wrap it around my chest, and head straight to the walk-in closet.

I end up opting for a green sleeveless dress.

A stretchy little piece that molds to my body, has a scoop neckline, and a hemline that hits way above the knee.

In fact, I need to pull at the skirt a few times to make it cover my ass.

I ditch the bra since it shows through the fabric, and it doesn’t look good all bunched up beneath my dress.

And I generously slather shimmering lotion on my legs, arms, shoulders, neck, and chest.

From my makeup case, I pull out a lip gloss and dab my lips. Smooth dark mascara goes on my lashes, and my eyeliner helps me make my eyes stand out.

I look… interesting without much makeup.