Eventually, my cock begins to wilt and I ease back and relax.  She rolls over onto her back and stretches.  I can see every one of her ribs and the hollow lines of her belly as she goes through these motions.  Her flat chest appears even flatter in this pose.  One of her hands absently fondles her nipples, while she holds the other near her nose and seems to be enjoying the aroma.  A satisfied smile is clearly visible on her lips.

"The softball team has another practice on Friday..." she says in a husky voice, her eyes indicating the peephole we recently shared.

"I'll be here.  I'll definitely be here."  With that we both dress without saying another word.  I go down the ladder first.  She slides a box of uniforms over, hiding our secret place, and climbs down.  I want to kiss her, or something, but she just winks and heads off down the corridor.  I gather my mop bucket and head off in the opposite direction.

The rest of night goes by in a blur.  I finish up work, take the bus home and amble down my sidewalk.  I can still smell her on my finger.  I replay the scene in my head at least a hundred times.  I begin to doubt that it had even happened.  What I see next convinces me that I am, in fact, dreaming.

There, sitting on the steps of my building, is the girl I met in the porno room at my video store.  Un-fucking-believable.  She perks up when she spots me and flashes me the biggest, most cutest smile I have ever witnessed.