My new life: Moving In - Sex Stories

My new life: Moving In

... probably would've been suspicious that Clara had deliberately ‘forgotten’’ her change of clothes back at her own apartment. She’d confronted me in just a towel on two occasions. First to tell me to go get clothes, and again while she was putting mine away. Needless to say, even if I’d been suspicious of her, I would've been nothing but grateful for the push. Abbie decided to be her sarcastic self, “What? You haven’t even gone on a date yet and you’re already spending the night together? I thought you were only supposed to kiss after the first date.” “Oh quit teasing them,” Sophie chided our friend. “They've been dating for years, they just didn't admit it to anyone.” “Even ourselves, I suppose.” I said looking into Clara’s bright green eyes. I gave her hand a squeeze and received a pair in return. “Get a room you two.” Abbie teased. “I agree,” Sophie chimed in. “Abbie and I will clean up the dishes.” “What?” Abbie whined, “That wasn't part of the deal.” “Abbie,” Sophie sighed, “he has a dishwasher. It’s not like we have to scrub them ourselves.” Abbie continued with her half-hearted complaints. Sophie, who was usually the laziest, was all for doing the clean up work. I can only speak for myself, but I barely noticed their banter. I had eyes only for the beautiful redhead beside me. I felt the urge to kiss her, but then I remembered the garlic sauce that was sure to have made my breath stink to high hell. I made a mental note to brush my teeth before we went to bed. “Damn! ...

... What are you two still doing here?” Sophie’s outburst broke through my thoughts. “We’ll lock the door before we leave! Don’t you know when the mood is set?” Clara laughed, “Alright we can take a hint.” She stood without releasing my hand, “Let's go, stud.” “Yes ma’am,” I teased. I hurriedly got out of my chair and let her lead me down the hall. We paused for a moment at the bathroom door. I was worried to ask if I could brush my teeth. Something like that could probably ruin the mood. More than garlic breath, who knows? But I didn’t want to break the spell of lust that hung over the two of us. Luckily Clara was the one who asked. “Do you have any mouth wash?” She looked so cute when she blushed, “I mean, the food was good, but I don’t want us to remember our first time being, well, garlicy…” “If that’s not a word, it should be.” I replied. “I need to take my meds anyway.” We entered the bathroom together. It wasn't too cramped with just two people, but it would've been hard to move around without getting in each other’s way. I got my medications out of the box while she got out the mouthwash. “Shit,” Clara mumbled, prompting me to raise an inquiring eyebrow. “There’s only enough mouthwash for one.” “You use it, I’ll just brush my teeth,” I said reasonably. “Or,” Clara said with her now familiar seductively sly smile, “We could share it.” Without waiting for a response, she knocked back the bottle and started swishing it around in her mouth. I suppose it could've been the ...