Missed Connections

Chapter 12 - Coming Down

That was intense. Those seem to be the only words running through my head. And I don't know if I mean getting to meet Louis today, our amazing physical chemistry, or the intense orgasm I have just had from being rude to my clit. All my thoughts are jumbled. I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling, letting the cool breeze from the open window cascade over my body and bring me down from my high. I take a deep breath and release the last aches of tension from my shoulders.

I almost drift off to sleep but am roused by the sound of my phone buzzing nearby.  Where the hell did I put it?  I remember leaving Louis, climbing the stairs two at a time before getting to my bedroom. After that, all I could focus on was relieving the ache in lady parts. This man has had a profound effect in whetting my sexual appetite. I haven't felt the need to touch myself this much in years. And even then, it doesn't seem to compete with the amazing feelings that cascade through my body when Louis' touches me.

I toss items of clothing aside, searching for my messenger bag and slip on a tank top and some panties in the process. I don't want to accidentally flash the neighbours, seeing as my curtains are just a little thin. Kicking away the pile of clothes I wore today, I see my bag lying under the crumpled mess.   I feel within the bag and my fingers finally find purchase around my phone. I flip it over and see a text from Louis.

> My God woman, you're drive me crazy.

I blush. Part of me was worried that my risky moves when saying goodnight were going to make him lose interest. As clear as the signs were that he was interested in what I was putting out, some guys can be huge babies when they don't get their way sexually. The fact that Louis respected my choice and is still interested, it definitely gaining him some brownie points. I fire back:

> And I just can't help myself.

> Fine Young Cannibals, nice. It makes me picture eating parts of you.

> No sex tonight also meant no sexting.
> Are you ever on good behaviour?

> You can't even imagine how good I could possibly be.
> Besides, after your recent activities, how could I not imagine pleasuring you.

What the hell? There is no way he could possibly know, right?

Please God, tell me I didn't get myself involved with some weirdo claiming to have ESP or something. I am so not interested in a Stephen King, creepy ass romance deal.  This isn't the 80s, and I don't want to find out that he is planning to sacrifice me as a scarecrow after taking a ride in his possessed car only to bury me alive in a cemetery that will bring me back in all my zombie glory. Or that he's really a dream invading ghost clown. Because I am a scream queen and I will shoot that shit down!

> You mean practically slamming your ass in my door?

> No, the beautiful sounds that came after that.

> OMG. What? Should I be freaked out or turned on right now?

> Look out your window.

A slow sense of dread takes ahold of me, sending a slow cold feeling creeping down from my head to my heavy feeling stomach. He's still outside! My window is open! He heard me flicking the bean! Realization fully kicks in and I'm so embarrassed. I put my face in my hands, and nearly drop the phone like it's a hot potato. Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! I push my back up again the wall, as if distancing myself from the phone will change reality. The phone buzzes once more. I hesitate. It buzzes again, letting me know I can't keep ignoring the text.