Steamy Dreams
We had a pleasant dinner, all chatting about my school and classes before my mom had to get her scrubs on and head off for her 12 hour shift.
I was a bit nervous being left home with Steve, who I barely knew, so I went up to bed soon after my mom left. I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, sleep eluding me for a while. I decided to go downstairs to get a glass of water. As I went down the stairs, I heard a sound toward the living room of women cheering drunkenly. I peeked around the door frame curiously, finding Steve sitting on the couch, nude, watching a video of young girls flashing the camera drunkenly. Steve's large hand that so recently cradled my own was wrapped tightly around his co