I woke up with a pounding headache and a dry mouth. The remnants of last night's party still lingered in the air, a mix of stale beer and cheap wine. I groaned and rolled over, burying my face in the pillow.
But even through the haze of my hangover, I couldn't shake the thought of Verena. Her bright green eyes, her sharp wit, the way she moved with such grace and confidence. I needed to see her.
I grabbed my phone and sent her a quick message. She responded almost immediately, her words lighting up the screen.
"I'm actually out right now, checking on a neighbor's house. But you're welcome to let yourself in. The address is 123 Maple Street. I'll be there soon."
I jumped out of bed and threw on some clothes. The blue gate of Verena's neighbor's house came into view, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. I let myself in and was immediately struck by the cleanliness and scent of Verena's perfume in the air.
I found her in the kitchen, wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans. She looked up as I entered, a warm smile on her face.
"Hey there," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I'm glad you could make it."
I crossed the room and pulled her into a tight embrace. I could feel the heat radiating off her body, and I knew I wanted her. I started to remove her clothes, my fingers brushing against her soft skin.
"I've been thinking about you all day," I whispered in her ear.
She responded by pressing herself closer to me, her curves fitting perfectly against my body. We made our way to the bedroom, our hands exploring each other's bodies.
I took off her pants, revealing her curves. She was even more beautiful than I remembered. I whispered in her ear how much I desired her, and she responded by pulling me closer.
We made love, our bodies moving together in a dance as old as time. Verena responded passionately, her moans filling the room. I slowed down, not wanting to rush the experience. I wanted to savor every moment with her.
I turned her over and continued to pleasure her. She arched her back, her body trembling with pleasure. We both reached climax and lay together, exhausted and content.
"I don't ever want to be without you," I said, my head resting on her chest.
"Me neither," she replied, her fingers tracing patterns on my back.
We lay there for a long time, our bodies entwined. I knew that I had found something special with Verena. And I couldn't wait to see what the future held for us.
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