Intelligent Designs
MICHELLE CAME OVER again today. She sat on the bed, telling me about her eye appointment, her new prescription. I sat at the computer, paying bills, feeling guilty for not giving her my full attention. The credit card bill was already overdue.
I’d been distracted too many times before.
When I’d finished with the online banking, I turned on some sensual music with a Celtic influence, then rose from my desk. I stood in the space between Michelle’s open legs.
She wore black slacks and a chunky knit grey turtleneck.
I wore a grey skirt and a black cami that tied at the back.
While she explained to me exactly how she was going to rearrange my bedroom, she reached into my top and pulled out my n*****s. I knew she’d do that if I didn’t wear a bra. It never took long
