I tried to leave, tried to keep my hands off of her, tried to keep my lips off of her. I tried to tell her, "I need to go." "Fine, go" she said, as she kissed me, her leg draped over mine, my hand on her backside, tracing little circles, fingers exploring, moving closer and closer to where her legs met.

I thought, "One more, get her off one more time, with my fingers, then I'm going home."

My fingers found her, stroked the length of her, parted her, found her wetness, found their way inside as she pulled me close. Her favorite finger searched for the "spot," probing in and out, pulling wetness with it to massage her clit, building up the excitement before plunging back in, finding the "spot", rubbing it.

Her hips began to move as she whispered in my ear, "that's the spot, right there." Her legs came together as she rode the orgasm, squealing that little squeal that reminds me of that Zappa song.

Then, just as I rolled onto my back, preparing to leave, she grabbed me and said the words she knew I couldn't resist; "I want you inside me."

Left arm wrapped around her, I groped for the box with my right hand, found it, ripped open the packet and slipped on the protection, rolled over onto to her as seamlessly as possible, entered her in one motion.

No slow beginning this time; furious pumping from the start, angling myself to fit her, to find the "spot" again. And I found it, and found it, and found it, and she came.

No prolonged, slow, cool down while she recovered, right back to furious pumping, finding the spot again as she found mine, both frantic for another release.

The release came, for both of us, her's first, mine seconds later. An intense, desparate, needed release, needed more than the releases that came before.

I cleaned up, kissed her goodbye and drove home.

I ate, showered, fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, just on the Wednesday side of midnight.

I awoke, hard, erect, throbbing, ready to go again, the night before very fresh in my mind. I touched myself, wanting another release, but it wasn't the same, wasn't as good as when she touched me. I backed off, jumped into a cold shower, thinking, "I can wait, I can be patient, I can wait for next time."