For showmelonely and cheesygirl
Lindsey wiped the sweat off his brow. The post office was hot and packed. Ahead, he noticed a slight girl at the counter. “Fred, honey…,” a worker cried, “It’s here.”
The girl tensed as she took the envelope, after opening it, a huge grin spread across her face. “I got in!”
The worker hugged her, “Now, darlin’, when you go to L.A., don’t you forget us.”
LA. Now, there’s a place Lindsey had always wanted to go. He would have to get to know this girl.
As she passed, he touched her arm, “I couldn’t help over-hearing. Congratulations. I’m Lindsey.”
This was awkward. He ran his hand through her hair, but she squealed as her hair tangled in his fingers. They fell on the bed, their kisses sloppy and wet. His hand drifted down, gingerly touching her. After a few minutes, he heard her sigh in what could only be interpreted as boredom. He froze for a moment in shock before flipping her over, his hands firm on her hips as his lips explored her breasts. He felt her writhe in pleasure underneath him. He eased himself inside her, his movements deep and hard. He lasted all of ten seconds.