As you know from my post on Friday, Mandy was supposed to come visit me on Saturday night, and we were supposed to talk about her moving back with me.

That didn't go as planned.

Around 8PM, she sent me a short text, apologizing because she wasn't going to make it. I immediately called her up. She picked up the phone, her voice sounding a bit breathless, like she'd been running.

"You're not coming! Is everything all right?"

She was breathing faster, now.

"No... *mmm* I... I can't go out... *aaah* ...like this. I'm coming... *NGH* ...every five minutes!"

Oh, come on! Another faerie trick!

"Wait, where are you? I'll come get you."

Bad timing: just as I said this, my apartment's buzzer rang. Someone downstairs was there to visit me.

"Hang in there, I'll be right back!"

I ran to the buzzer, hit the button, raced back to the phone.

"Oh God, feels... so GOOD! Ah! Ah! Aaaaaah!"

"Mandy?"

"I... can't stop touching myself! AaaAaAAAH!"

"Mandy, where are you? I'll come get you."

"Come! Come! Come!"

Knock knock! Someone was at my door already.

"Hold on."

I dropped the phone on the table and rushed to the door. I opened the door without even looking through the magic eye...

...and saw Morgan, just standing there, dressed in an outfit that could only be described as provocative. She was displaying more cleavage than she was hiding, and she seemed to be mostly made of legs and bare skin. As I stood there, looking dumbfounded, she just strode forward, her intimidating breasts causing me to back away slowly.

"Thanks for seeing me," she said, her voice sultry. "I've been waiting for this for a long time..."

[To be continued]

--Jaycee