I wanted it for so long and you just gave it to me, didn't you. In an alley. Not even an alley, a walkway. Anybody could have come along, but they didn't. Anybody could have heard us, but they didn't. What do you want, you asked. You know, I said. Ok, you said. And down you went.

I looked up into the night sky and spread my legs and you moved aside my panties and tasted what you hadn't tasted in so long. God you went so slow with my hands in your hair just like I thought you would. You were talking it in, I could tell, as my hips rose into your face. Your tongue was so gentle and tentative on my clit, so soft and...I hate to say loving, but that's what it was. Just licking me like you could disappear into my pussy. You just did it. Like there was no game, no decision anymore, like it was the only outcome. The only answer. My skirt up, my legs spread, you face down on the concrete. Not how I thought it would happen. But how else?

You opened me up while you tongued my pussy with a finger right in my ass too, didn't ask, didn't check, just pushed and I spread farther apart and you worked me with this impossible rhythmn until I went crazy against your mouth.

So many times I've washed and dressed for you and nothing has happened. And then like that, with the energy of it all still on us. Oh, I know it's more than you thought you wanted. But I have no regrets. I just wish you didn't.