I wake to the feeling of warm linens, kisses on my shoulder. I stretch into wakefulness on currents of erotic thrill. “Hmm. Morning, Hottie.” I murmur through layers of sleep, content.

“Happy birthday,” she murmurs into my skin. I can feel her speech as a vibration on the surface of my skin, and a sound both. The fine hairs on the back of my neck stand up, as eager for her as I am.

I open my eyes. Yes, it is my birthday. She kisses me again. “Oh, god, that thing you’re doing right there, it feels heavenly.”

“This?” She nips my flesh just a bit, then soothes it with a kiss.

“Oh yeah. Hmm, do that forever.”

“Okay.”

Yeah. *****’ A. Bliss. “Hmm.”

“Wake up, D.”

“Time is it?” I yawn and stretch like a cat, leaning back into her hot kisses.

“It’s eight already,” she laughs, and presses her lips back to my shoulder. “I’ve gotta go in an hour.”

“Hmm. Where you working today?”

“Lather.”

“Hmm.”

I roll over toward her and my hips and thighs spasm in protest. “Oh my god.”

“What?” I smile to see her rumpled and dishevelled, the curve of her shoulder nearly as pale as the sheet covering her body. Her hair is sticking up in a million directions. I wonder what she looked like as a kid.

“*****. I’m sore. Are you sore?”

“Nope,” she grins.

“Next time you’re the top. Holy *****, I’ve sprained muscles I didn’t know I had.”

She smiles and runs her fingertips up my thighs. “Hmm.” I yawn. “You’re awfully bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.”

She shrugs cutely, hands up, and I am certain of what she must have looked like as a little girl. So ***** cute.

“What are you doing for your birthday?”

“You mean other than working?”

“Yeah.”

“Nothing.”

“You get off at eleven?”

“Yep. I should be. Why, are you taking me out?”

“Maybe,” she grins, and in that moment I feel like there is no distance between us at all, no walls. I feel like she’s my girlfriend. It’s a dangerous fantasy. “Don’t make plans, okay?”

“But what if some really hot girl asks me out?” I whine. I can’t resist being silly.