Personal Narrative Fiction

The rest of the day had passed by in a blur, between packing and getting everything ready to go, she was exhausted when she finally crawled into bed around one in the morning. She had barely heard the pounding on her door. Penny grabbed her bathroom and opened the door. The sight of Cole standing there, looking devilishly handsome startled her. What time was it? Penny wondered. She knew she had over slept, vaguely remembering him saying he would pick her up at six A.M.
“I’m sorry Cole, I overslept I’m not ready to leave.” Penny stood back allowing him into her miniscule apartment. Somehow having Cole standing in the five hundred square space, made it seem even smaller.
“How long will it take you to get ready?” He asked eyeing the slit in her bathrobe. His fingers itched to reach out and undo the belt at her waist. …show more content…
The memories of every place they made love had him hotter than hell. No matter how many times he had tried to relieve himself, the memory of her haunted him. Seeing Penny just woke up, her hair a mess, was the sexiest damn thing he had ever seen. He wanted to take her right there on her run down couch. The thought of her straddling his lap while he sat there watching her ride him, had his blood rushing through his veins and the front of his jeans getting tighter.
“I can be ready in about a half an hour.” Penny replied trying to shake the cobwebs from her