Chapter 1

I pulled the headphones from my ears, tossing them onto the kitchen table along with my keys. I swept my arm against my forehead, wiping away the sweat.

Opening the fridge, I grabbed an apple and took a bite out of it, savoring the taste. The juices threatened to spill over my lips.

As I continued eating, my breathing stabilized and I came down from my running high. Glancing at the clock on the microwave, I noticed that it was still early. Most of my friends would still be asleep. Nevertheless, I grabbed my phone and looked through social media, liking some of my friends’ pictures and commenting on others.

Just as I was about to put my phone away, I noticed the unread text message I had been ignoring for a couple of days now. I was tempted to open it, but I wasn’t going to give Cody that satisfaction. He was good, but definitely not the best I’ve ever had in bed. I would make him wait a little longer. Play hard to get and see where that got me.

Finally, I left the phone on the counter and headed for the shower. I took off my clothes piece by piece. My tank top was soaked with sweat and I quickly tossed it into the hamper, wrinkling my nose with disgust. My running shorts quickly followed suit.

Clad in nothing but my panties and sports bra, I stopped to look at myself in the mirror. I frowned slightly. My fingertips ran over my hips where a bit of flab hung over the waistband of my panties ever so slightly. I had spent countless hours at the gym, trying to work on this problem area of mine, but my body was always stubborn, desperately clinging onto that one bit of fat.

I turned my back to the mirror and pulled off my sports bra. It felt like it was glued to my skin with the sweat, making it difficult to yank off my body. Eventually, I managed, breathing hard with the effort. My perky breasts bounced to life as my nipples started to harden with the chilly air inside the room.

My fingers grazed those sensitive nubs. I shivered at the sensation as they got even harder. Carefully, I rolled them between my thumb and forefinger, my motions smooth. I rocked on my feet, enjoying the feeling, a moan threatening to escape my lips.

Not wanting to get carried away, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and rolled them down my hips. I picked up the black lace thong off the ground and it quickly joined the pile forming in the hamper.

Finally, I stepped into the shower, turning on the water. The stream came rushing out of the spout and crashing into my body. I flinched, cursing under my breath. The water pressure was always too high in this apartment.

I quickly adjusted to it, however, as I closed my eyes and imagined my night with Cody. We had gone on a date at the local club. He had bought me a few drinks before I noticed some of my friends at a nearby table. We joined them and soon enough, Cody and I were grinding on the dancefloor. The way he had touched me that night, his hands seductively roaming my hips, his fingers digging into my ass and his lips on my neck, all made me think he would be amazing in bed.

I was wrong.

He just went right to work, pounding in and out of me without even so much of a romantic whisper, a sweet caress, or even a few lingering kisses on my breasts. To say the least, I was out of his bedroom the first chance I got. Maybe I shouldn’t even waste my time playing hard to get with him. I doubted it would get me anything better.

I grabbed the soap and ran it along my arms until they were nice and soapy. I’d probably have more fun by playing with myself. As the thought crossed my mind, my fingers found my pussy, flicking across my clit. I bit my lip to keep from moaning, but my fingers continued their exploration. They lingered on my slit before slowly slipping inside. My tight hole squeezed around my middle finger, restricting its movements.

My thoughts started to wander to one of my nights in the bedroom. His name was Steven and he had completely blown me away. Threw me on the bed and immediately went down on me, his tongue flicking across my clit as his fingers ran up and down my wet slit. His other hand found my breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingers until I was arching my back and begging him to fuck me, but he just kept teasing me.

His lips found my thighs, planting kisses along my milky flesh before he traveled up to my breasts, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. He knew exactly how to touch me, how to kiss me, to spike my hormones and make me lose control.

By the end of the night, I had my legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him close, asking him to fuck me till the break of dawn.

And he did just that.

Countless memories of that night flooded my mind. I could perfectly picture Steven’s body. From his golden hair and bright blue eyes to the cute dimples on his butt.

It had been amazing.

At the thought of him, my fingers began pumping into me harder and faster. I was dripping wet at this point, my pussy quivering with excitement. I pushed in a third finger, twisting them all around. Feeling my legs losing their strength, I leaned against the shower wall.

I picked up the pace, going faster and faster until all I could hear was the sloshing of my own juices.

Arching my back, I felt the sweet bliss of orgasm washing over my body. A fire erupted in my belly, spreading through my every inch. I shook in ecstasy, my fingers soaked with my own juices. Unable to keep myself standing, I slid down the shower wall, trying to recuperate after my mind-numbing orgasm.

Too bad Steven had moved to Arizona.