My new life: Moving In - Sex Stories

My new life: Moving In

... “Oh thank God, I was worried I’d have to change back in to my sweaty ass clothes. There’s a bag on my counter that has a change of clothes in it.” Now it was my turn to thank an omnipotent deity. “Thank God, I don’t have to try to pick out an outfit for you.” She laughed at that. “Any other guy would have cursed God since they couldn't bring back the skimpiest outfit they could find.” I simply shrugged. “That’s not my style. If a lady wants to wear something like that, she should go right ahead. But taking advantage of a situation like that is-” I searched for words. “It’s just wrong to force her hand.” She put a hand up to my face as our eyes locked for seemed like an eternity. “Someday you’re going to make a lucky girl very happy, you know that?” She reached up on her tip-toes and gently kissed me on the cheek. It felt like my heart was going to pop out of my chest. . “Thank you,” was all I could whisper back. My mouth felt dry like sandpaper and my voice certainly sounded as rough. If I hadn't been aroused before, I was now lusting after Clara. As she stood near me, I could smell her shampoo. I suppose it was actually my shampoo, but I smelled it from her hair. The smell seemed totally different from when I used it. She pushed her keys into my pocket, startling me. She had to have felt my hard on, which was uncomfortably restrained in my jeans. “See you when you get back,” she smirked. She pushed me out into the hallway and closed the door behind me. “Oh my God,” I ...

... breathed. I had to find the courage to ask her out. Tonight, before she left, I had to ask Clara to go out with me. As I drove the van to the rental center, I tried to plan out how I would do it. Should I wait until they were about to leave? But what if she left first? That wouldn't end up so well. How about ask her after supper? Were you supposed to ask a girl out just after she’d eaten? Damn. I needed an expert’s help. If only David was here. I knew he was in the isolation unit, but maybe he would be able to get a text back to me. While I waited in line to return the keys for the van, I called David’s Cell phone, his home phone, his parents, and his girlfriend. All that I had to ask David something very important and that he needed to call me ASAP. I hoped he wouldn't be too upset by the vague message, but I was also worried that he wouldn't call if I didn't make it obvious how urgent it was. Then I took my car, which I had parked at the rental place in advance, and drove to Clara’s. Before I went inside, I checked my phone, hoping for a message. Nothing yet. I entered her apartment and took the bag from her counter. I didn't want to stay there any longer than I had too, but I also needed to hear from David. I left her apartment after a few minutes delay and drove back to my new apartment. All in all the drive should have taken about twenty minutes. I managed to stretch that out into over half an hour. Finally, I was in the parking lot to my new home when my phone finally rang. ...