The more I thought about her the hornier I got, and the less I felt like getting drunk. I got out of the bar and started walking to clear my head. I found a coffee shop and decided that was what I needed to counteract the booze.

The coffe helped my head, but it wasn't doing anything for the fat rod I had in my pants. Or for the thoughts about Cindy that were swirling through my head. I could hear her voice echoing in there:

"God, how I wish we had an hour, but we don't, so fuck me, FUCK me, as hard as you can."
"Oh, my god, you're so BIG inside me."
"I've never wanted anything so muuu ... muuuu .. muuuu ... MUUUUUUUUUUCH!!!!"
I was going crazy. I had to see her again. I didn't know Bob and Cindy's number, but I tried the phone book in the coffee shop phone booth and, yes, it was listed.

"Hello?"

"Oh, hi, Cindy, it's Dick."

"Ohh ... oh my ... uh ... Bob isn't here right now, he ... oh, isn't he with you? ... Oh no! Is something wrong?"

"No, Cindy, there's no problem with Bob, at least not that I know of. But, ... uh ... I'm having a problem." I dropped my voice to little more than a whisper. "A very personal problem."

"Dick, we ... we shouldn't be talking like this."

"I can't help it, Cindy. I keep thinking about ... last week ... and I'm going crazy. Admit it, Cindy, you've been thinking about last week, too, haven't you?"

"Please, Dick, I can't, ... we mustn't ... I don't dare ... Oh Dick!"

"I need to see you."

"NOOOOOOOOO! I beg you! Don't come! Don't come! PLEASE! Don't come."

"Why not, Cindy? You're alone tonight, Cindy. And you're very horny, aren't you, Cindy? Why don't you want me to come?"

"Please don't make me say it!"

"Say what, Cindy? Say you're so horny you can't stand it? 'Cause that's what I am, Cindy. I remember what you said last week, Cindy. You said 'Fuck me, fuck me'. You said you wanted to fuck me for an hour."

All I heard on the other end of the phone line was a moan.

"I'm coming over, Cindy. I'll be there in ten minutes."

The only response was another moan, so I hung up.

When I got there I decided it would be more discrete to park down the block, so I walked the last hundred yards to Cindy's house. I looked around casually to make sure I wasn't being observed before I turned and walked up to their door.

I hadn't even located the doorbell yet when the door opened and Cindy said, "Come in, quickly!" I rang the doorbell, then waited, and finally rang it again. The door finally opened just a crack.