Kaya was sitting on the floor. Her back against the bed. I brought the seat cushion from the couch. She scooted forward. I carefully dropped the cushion behind her. Then dropped myself inbetween. She smelled nice. We had just showered. I circled her waist. Pulled her close and sucked on her neck. My fingers slipped down below. Soon we were in motion. I was twirling. But it wasnt enough. She started grinding. Within minutes she was gasping. I kept my hand down there. Cupping her pussy.

We gathered our breath. It was time. No more waiting. She dialed the number. The phone propped between us. Our hearts pounding. Ring. Ring.

"Hello?"

It wasnt her. The voice was too young. We asked for Stacy. There was no one there by that name. We hung up.

We should have told her about the card. Maybe described Stacy to her. Maybe she would have recognized her. We still have the number. Maybe we can call again.