Can't Wait To Get You Home

 P. J. and Jamie stood in line at the campus bookstore, waiting to pick up their books. The fall semester would be starting next week and they didn’t want to wait to the last minute. Books often sold out, especially for the general education classes that they were both taking this semester. 

 P. J.’s scholarship had run out at the end of last year so her parents and she were paying for this semester.  Jamie had tried talking P. J. into taking a full load this semester, promising that she could get her dad to help P. J. out, but P. J. turned her down.  Plus, she didn’t think she could handle going to school full-time and working too.

She had been working full-time at the printing shop during the summer and the manager had offered to keep her on full-time permanently if she wanted the job.  P. J. had jumped at the opportunity.  It didn’t pay as much as a factory job, but she would be doing something she liked. It did pay enough for her to keep her and Jamie’s apartment, which was the most important thing to her.  Now that they had lived together all summer, P. J. could not imagine waking up without Jamie next to her.

Thinking about waking up this morning with Jamie laying half on top of her, made her wish that had stayed in bed for a little while longer.  She was off today. Maybe they would go back to the apartment after they got their books and have another round of making love.  P. J. leaned into Jamie and Jamie turned around to look at her. When Jamie saw the mischievous grin on P. J.’s face, she nudged her gently, “Stop it. You’re going to make me blush.”

“So you were thinking about the same thing as me, huh?” P. J. said, gently poking Jamie in the ribs.

“Maybe,” Jamie said, grabbing P. J.’s fingers to keep her from poking her again.

Getting their books seemed to take forever. Especially, after they had established that they were both thinking about going home and getting back in bed. P. J. was trying not to get a ticket in her hurry to get home and get Jamie into the apartment before she ripped her clothes off.  Jamie was not helping matters by running her hand up and down the inside of P. J.’s thigh.

As soon as P. J. pulled into her parking spot, they practically jumped out of the car and ran to the apartment.  P. J opened the door, pulled Jamie inside, and pressed her against the door.  She started kissing her and running her hands over her body. 

Jamie grabbed her hands and pulled her towards the bedroom, “Come on.” 

In the bedroom, Jamie pulled P. J.’s shirt off and pushed her down on the bed. “I’m going to teach you a lesson about getting me turned on in public.”

P. J. rose up on her elbows. “Bring it on, little girl.”