"wear a skirt for me"

my cellphone rang, startling me out of a dissociative fugue. the high-pitched tones were tinny and jarring in the bare-walled emptiness of my new apartment. i stared at it, trembling, for just a little too long before picking up.

"wear a skirt for me," he said. he hung up.

i hurriedly put on my purple plaid skirt, tucking my t-shirt loosely into the waistband. i fixed my hair and brushed my teeth and then i stood, perfectly still in the exact center of the 3x3 square linoleum kitchenette and waited with anxiety knotting my heart.

i leapt the two feet to my door to answer his knock. he peered out from under the brim of his hat at me. as i let him in, he asked, "you don't say much, do you?"

he closed the door behind him and i melted as he put his hands on my hips and walked me to my bed.

"get down on your hands and knees," he told me. i obeyed, shaking, as he undid his belt. the sound of it filled me with anticipation.

"i brought a condom," he reassured me, and i began to relax as he flipped my skirt up. he groaned my name as he ran his fingertips over my satin panties.

"you poor thing," he said, when they became so soaked with my excitement that they were uncomfortable, and he slid them down around my thighs. i whimpered. the anticipation became unbearable, but he just laughed and soothed me while he put on the condom. i arched my back when he slid into me. the pleasure of him grinding into my g-spot made me yelp into my pillow. i reached forward and grasped my sheets, pulling them so hard they popped off the bed. i heard him moan, sounding barely on the edge of control.

"may i cum?" he gasped.

"yes, yes please," i answered, desperately.

he pressed his thumbs into the crease between my buttocks and my thighs, massaging me gently, and we orgasmed at the same time. i could hardly breathe. as he relaxed, he began rubbing my back with both hands, calming the spasms in the muscles there.

"you poor thing," he repeated. i cried into my pillow as he slowly withdrew from my body, wishing for more. 

"just relax," he told me, and i wiggled on the bed beneath him and he whispered, "go to sleep," and got up to do the dishes.

2003