Coffee Stories

​PART 2 We descended the stairs side by side, our bare feet padding softly against the wood. The late afternoon light slanted through the windows, painting golden stripes across Toyah's skin. She moved with a new looseness in her limbs, a woman who seemed at ease with her nakedness, and no sign of embarrassment at being naked, or at what we had just done. IT had been a warm afternoon, and we had had some welcome exercise,...

The knock came just as I was pouring my second cup of coffee. I set the pot down and crossed the kitchen, pulling open the front door to find Toyah Vasquez standing on the porch, her long dark hair spilling over her shoulders in soft waves. She was one of my neighbours, though our houses were not close. I was about 400 metres from any house. "Hey, Andy." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "This is going to sound...