I was so tired when I got home from work, I undressed and fell into bed. I wanted to catch up with my girlfriend Stephanie, but figured it would have to wait until tomorrow when I’d have fresh coffee and all cylinders firing.
Hours later, our door opened, and slammed shut. The tinkling of keys and the loud thud of Steph’s purse landing on the kitchen table followed. Our home is a studio and my sweet love has yet to figure out that her thunderous energy can be off-putting despite the many ways I communicate this.
I drifted back to sleep until sometime later when she crawled in bed, pressing her bare breasts to my back. My eyes opened and I smiled even though she couldn’t see me in the dark. I felt her hand glide over the curve of my waist, hip and thigh. I debated whether or not to let her know I was awake. I decided to see what she would do.
She slipped her fingers along my exposed pussy lips. Warmth lit up my skin as I struggled to keep my breath steady while she opened me with her index and ring finger, her middle one finding the base of my clit.
Stephanie giggled against my shoulder blade when she slid her fingertip to my opening, finding me wet.
I laughed my response, giving myself away as I reached around and pushed her finger inside of me. Sleep would have to wait.