Love Lost _(0)

She lay in bed with the warm evening breeze blowing in through her open window. The setting
sun streaked through her blinds, leaving lines of lights lying across her bare skin. She lie there, lips
parted, pulling in the hot air in before sighing softly and wiping the sweat from her brow.

It had been a long, hard day; her boyfriend of eight years had just been buried and in this heat
that black dress left her body glistening with sweat. She lifted her leg and looked down at her thigh high
lace stocking and six inch stiletto pumps. It was the only thing she had on.

“Sarah?” a voice called as a light knock tapped on her window.

She sat up and looked around, holding her ample breasts with her hands, barely able to contain
her mountainous jugs. It was her good friend Tony; he’d been the person she could count on for
anything. She smiled as she saw him in the window before kicking her legs over the edge of the bed and
stood up. She walked over to the window and let him in before going to the closet and grabbing her
robe.

“I’m glad you’re here, Tony.” She said kindly, holding the robe closed as she sat beside him and
crossed one leg over the other. “But it would have been better if you knocked on the door instead.”

“If I knocked on the door, I wouldn’t have gotten to see the sights I’ve seen.” He said as he
placed his and on her thigh. “How are you holding up?” He asked. “I know it had to be hard to lose Ryan.
You two were so happy together.” His palm slowly slid up and down her thigh. If only he knew how
badly she had missed the touch of a man.

“I’ll be fine.” She lied, following his hand with her eyes.