Frankie took my hand. I led her into the bathroom before turning on the faucet. She removed all of my clothes then took hers off until we were both stark naked.
She sat across from me in the small bathtub that was filled to the rim with suds and gently shaved my beard. I closed my eyes, so thankful to have her with me. When she finished, she softly kissed my face.
Wrapping my arms around her, I lifted her onto my cock as she straddled me. We fucked under the water until we both came. If last night was hell, this was my light after darkness.
I realized that this wasn’t the naïve girl I first fell in love with. This was my woman taking care of me, taking control of my life when I’d completely lost it. I’d asked God for help, and He sent my angel.
Looking up toward the bathroom ceiling, I silently thanked him.
You did good.
Frankie and I stayed holed up inside my apartment for a few days. I was slowly coming out of my funk with a renewed determination to get my life—our lives—in order.
We finally ended up venturing out to go shopping for the apartment. Cleaning out HomeGoods, we purchased lamps, pillows, candles, artwork and other household items.
After spending the entire afternoon sprucing up the place, my cold apartment was finally looking like a home. I realized it had never really been terrible; it had only seemed that way because it was empty, a reflection of how I was feeling. Suddenly, it was a warm, inviting place. I also wanted to christen every room with her in the worst way.
That night, we took our dirty clothing to the laundromat just down the road. It was situated on the first floor of a small housing complex.
We were both standing side by side with our arms crossed, watching the clothes flying around the dryer. It was dark out, and we were lucky to have the entire joint to ourselves.
“After all these years…how did we end up in this place, doing laundry together again?” I asked.
“It’s pretty amazing, isn’t it? So much time can go by, so much has changed, and yet here we are. The exact same situation.”
“Except back then, we’d go upstairs to our separate rooms, and I would have to jerk away all of my sexual frustration. Tonight, I get to take you home and have my way with you. I much prefer Laundry 2.0.”
“I wanted you so badly back then,” she said.
“That thought makes me crazy. I’m getting horny just thinking about how it used to feel wanting you and feeling as though I would never have you. It was unbearable sometimes. You seemed so inexperienced and innocent back then. I remember just wanting to lift you up against the washer, wrap your legs around me, and fuck you until you couldn’t talk.”
“Or walk.” She winked.
“That, too.” I moved in to suck on her bottom lip, slowly releasing it. “But we were too good. We never gave in to our feelings.”
“I had it so badly for you that I used to get off from just being near you, talking to you, listening to your voice. Any contact at all would make me wet. We would just be hanging out down in that basement, and my panties would be soaked.”
Damn.
“I’m glad I didn’t know that at the time.” Pressing my erection into her, I said, “Tell me more though.”
“Actually, I have a confession. I think you’ll appreciate it,” she said.
“Is this gonna require us having to abandon our shit to head to my car?”
“Maybe.”
“I can only hope so.” I kissed her then spoke low over her mouth, “Say what you were gonna say.”
She bit her lip. “One time…I stole a pair of your boxers and put them on. I masturbated in them until I came.”
“Are you screwing with me?”
“No.”
“That’s fucking hot. What else did you do, you little deviant?”
“I’d touch myself in your bed when you’d go away to D.C.”
“No shit? I could’ve sworn I smelled you on my sheets sometimes.”
“Yup. That was me. I would get off just from your scent. I’d pretend you were with me, and I’d come, sometimes multiple times rolling around in your sheets.”
“You’re killing me right now. Tell me more.”
“One time, we were watching TV, and you fell asleep next to me. Your shoulder was only barely touching mine. But I started to rub my clit right next to you while you were sleeping.”
“Holy shit. And I had no clue. Damn girl, you were like a chronic masturbator back then.”
Her cheeks were turning pink. “I was.”
“I missed all of that. We need to rectify it. I want to live out that boxer fantasy.”
“Maybe later we will.”
Looking around before placing my hands on her ass and squeezing it hard, I said, “No. I don’t think it can wait.”