As we drove to the mall, the car filled with a mix of anticipation and lingering desire from our earlier encounter. I sat in the passenger seat, stealing glances at Julie, whose dress clung to her body, the damp fabric outlining her curves in a way that made it impossible to look away. Haruna and Hannah chatted in the back seat, their voices a soft hum that barely registered over the pounding of my heart.
Julie's phone was mounted on the dashboard, and the screen was visible to her as she drove. I decided to send her a series of dirty text messages, my fingers moving quickly over the screen as I typed.
Me: "I can't stop looking at you, Julie. Your dress is clinging to your body, and it's driving me crazy. I wish I could slide my hand up your thigh right now and feel how wet you are for me. I bet you're already soaking wet, aren't you?"
