catch me...

prologue

         Hearing the sounds of her own moans awakes her from a dead sleep as she feels around to only now have the moisture of her own sweat placed upon her fingertips. Out of curiosity, she reaches down, gently rubbing the tips of her fingers against her drowning clit. And now she cant stop. Sounds of panting and moaning and weeps. She's high off the touch of her own skin. But who's skin does she really wish to feel caressing her thighs and groping her breasts? Moments go by and the process of her climax is intensified. the sound of the television is now audible and she begins to realize where she is.

??: Le'ah, What the hell?! You couldn't do that in the privacy of your own home?!

Le'Ah: I-im... Where am I?

??: You're about to be on the curb. Guys, get her out of here.

      Now being dragged out of the building, her drunk, limped body is scrapped against the concrete. But the blood escaping from her legs and now staining the sidewalk is irrelevant to her at this point. Still being incoherent to her surroundings, she is more concerned with the throbbing of her lips and the tingling feeling that her clit is still experiencing.

Le'Ah: where am I..?

??: you were really fucked, Leah. Khari is so embarrassed. No one is ever that horny. You could've at least went to the bathroom or something

Le'Ah: Jessie?...

Jessie: Yes, Leah. its Jessie. What did you take?

Le'Ah: I-I didn't.. I... Please take me home.

??: I got it from here, you guys.

Jessie: Are you sure, Ri?

Khari: Yeah, I got her.

    The sounds and shadows of postures begins to lesson as Khari takes Le'Ah by the waist and walks her to the car. The vibe of it all is intense though both are blindsided by their own thoughts. But yet, in the mist of all the nonsense and confusion, the sexual frustrations between the two did not go unnoticed. Khari starts the car, but doesn't rush to pull off. They stare... deep into the souls of one another and its only seconds later before their tongues begin to slow dance. Eyes are closed and their bodies in heat for the need to touch each other. This is just lust. In lust with comfort of their skin and the chills exploring their spines. This is not love.