Just over a week until Logan gets back. Now I’m almost dreading it. I’ve been leaving my phone off. Leila’s going to come over later today and we’ll make plans. I can’t wait to see her. My heart is hammering. I take a deep breath and try to calm myself. Everything will be fine. I’ve opened up phone camera gallery to the one of her standing in the bedroom doorway sipping a cup of coffee after hours of the sweetest sex.

I’d been reading an email from Logan. She’d put on a short slinky shift. She smiled that soft seductive smile at me. “Want some?” she’d asked. I couldn’t resist. I snapped a cell phone picture of her and set the phone down. I got up and went to her. I backed her into the bedroom. I took the coffee cup from her hand. I nudged her onto the bed. I handed her the coffee cup. She balanced it on her belly. “You’re going to make me spill,” she warned. “Yes,” I said, and I knelt between her legs and buried my tongue in her pussy. I can’t get enough of her pussy. Her scent is so beguiling. Like some kind of melon or maybe pear. Her juice tastes something of pear, too. Do all women taste the same? Do I taste of melon and pear? Dare I ask Logan? Maybe he’ll never go down on me again after he finds out about Leila. Only now does it occur to me I could ask Leila how I taste. Only now do I have a sort of memory of my taste on Leila’s tongue. I’m looking at her sexy beguiling smile. Her lips part. I can practically taste her cunt. Oh God I need her so bad! My heart is hammering again.