The next morning, I woke up on a high. I couldn’t remove the memory of Shawn's mouth on me, his c**k buried deep inside me, the way he had made me squirt for the first time.
I needed to see him again, surprise him! I threw on a loose yellow sundress with no bra, a thin pair of yellow panties to match and crept upstairs, my heart pounding with excitement. I knocked softly on his door, already smiling as I imagined the face he'd make when he saw me. But when the door opened, it wasn’t Shawn.
A woman stood there. Tall, blonde, young, wearing a loose t-shirt that seemed like Shawn's with some yoga pants and looking way too at home. What the hell?
“Hi,” she said, smiling like she lived there. “Can I help you?”
My stomach sank into my belly. “Uh… is Shawn around?”
“He’s in the shower,” sh
