One Night Stand.

She opened her window, and let the cold night air brush against her near naked skin. She took in a deep breath, and let it all out, slowly, almost as if it were calculated. She walked over to her couch, and sat down, looking through her phone book, wondering who she could call, on a night like this. On a night where everyone would probably be out in clubs that had so much sexual activity throughout.

She stopped scrolling when she saw his name. She looked at it for sometime, wondering if she had enough courage to call him over, to finally get what she has been wanting for so long, but never felt the courage to do it.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's me. Are you free?" she was hoping he wouldn't hear her trembling voice, the fear, the excitement of it all.

"No, not at all, what's wrong?"

"Well, i'm all alone at home, I was wondering if you'd like to come over, so that we could...talk..." she didn't know how to put it in nicer terms. She bit her fingers nervously, waiting for his reply, hearing his breath over the phone was enough to make her -

"Yes, i'd love to. I'll see you in 10 minutes, yeah?" the slight tremor in his voice let her know that he felt it too, that it wasn't only her.

He knocked on her door, though it was only 10 minutes of her waiting, it felt like forever. She had gone to the toilet to wash up, and to put on more...appealing clothes. She felt like it was her first time all over again.

He was leaning against the door frame, wearing a basic black V-neck tee, and a pair of straight-cut Levis jeans that framed his butt so beautifully. He came in, and closed the door behind him, and stared at her. He found her eyes so beautiful, so full of lust for him. He took his time to ravage her body with his eyes, how he loved that she wasn't so skinny, but she wasn't that big either. She had perfect curves, and legs he could go on kissing forever.

Both of them could feel the sexual tension heavy in the air. She took one step forward, and was so close to him. She looked up, and stared at his eyes, waiting for him to make the next move. He leaned his head down, and took her lips with his with a fiery passion.

They broke off, him leaning his forehead against her, both breathing heavily.

"Just one night. Only tonight, and we'll forget this ever happened." she whispered.

All he did in response was to grab her dress and toss it over her head. She took his shirt off, and unzipped his jeans. They couldn't make it to the bedroom, all they had was her living room floor, whispering and moaning not really taking their time, but not rushing either.

And then it was all over, and he left her, walking out the door. He wanted to stay, to stroke her hair, till she fell asleep, but after it was all over, she rolled away from him, and told him he needed to leave.