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She walked towards the door.
"Haha" she said "I think
you've given me a bit of a limp! Who'd have thought you were such a gun!"
She walked out and Menelaus found the tissues again. Such a weird last 24
hours, he thought to himself. After cleaning himself up, his thoughts went to
Peter again. After he had had a shower he was going to ring the hospital,
definitely. He couldn't leave it any longer. She came back and he asked to use
her shower. She said of course it was fine and he went past her and she stopped
him and gave him a kiss on the lips. He was scared about his breath so he
didn't open his mouth. She looked a little confused, he pointed to his mouth,
"Scared it's disgusting" he said and shrugged.
"Ohhh!" she said, "don't be
silly"
He went on to the bathroom, giving a last
backwards look at her butt as she walked back to the bed and once he got in
there, he felt the cold tiles under his feet and realised he hadn't asked for a
towel. He was about to go back out when he noticed a small pile of them stacked
up in a little compartment shelf in the bathroom. He unfolded what looked like
a decent sized white one and hung it on a hook then started the shower
going. It felt invigorating, the water
passing over his body, washing away the dirtiness of the night before. Not that
he felt the act itself was dirty, if anything the night seemed purifying to
him. He wondered if it was the start of a new life for him, a life with Tina?
He finished cleaning himself in the shower, rinsed off, and then used the towel
he had picked out to dry himself. He tied it around his waist and walked back
to the bedroom. Hmm.. he should've brought a change of underwear with him. Not
that it really mattered, he could always drive back home pretty easily. Plus it
would have been pretty presumptuous to have turned up with it. Now he
understood girls and their handbags though, he knew more than a couple who
would carry a change of underwear in there, though they had a plethora of
reasons to compared to his.
He walked back to the bedroom where Tina
had already put on some light summer clothes and was brushing her hair.
"Umm.. have you seen my boxers anywhere?" he said.
"I think I saw them right there
against my wardrobe door" she said and gestured towards a sad looking
little pile of fabric. Sure enough, it was his boxers. He pulled them on
followed by his other clothes. "I was thinking about calling the
hospital" he said, "See how Peter is doing."
"Oh yeah," she said, "I
should do that too." She kept prettying herself up. Menelaus just watched
for a few seconds.
"Umm.. so what are your plans for
today?"
"I hadn't really thought about
it!" Tina said, "Maybe just hang around, ring Peter, whatever?"
"Yeah, whatever. Exactly. I might go
home and get changed out of these clothes."
"Sounds like a good idea" Tina
said, "Give me a ring later tonight, OK? Let me know how you're
going."
"alright, no problem." So that's
what was going to happen. He was a little relieved, he really didn't want to be
stuck in an awkward conversation not sure whether to offer to hang around for
the day or if she would just look at him like he was crazy. Yes, this seemed
like a much better idea, to go home, destress, have a shower, ring the
hospital... he watched Tina brushing her hair, saw the tip of her breast
brushing her tshirt. She wasn't wearing a bra. He could feel his erection
starting to arc up again. Argh. OK, he had to get out of there before he went
crazy. He'll go home, do his chores and probably masturbate like mad. It was
like he was a kid again.
"I'll see you later then, I mean, I
'll give you a call."
"Yes no problem" said Tina and
gave him a warm smile, "wait a second" she stood up and gave him a
long kiss on the lips, and pushed her hips against him. He felt his erection
shift, harden and press into her. She giggled and put her hand on it.
"Something to remember me by? Talk to you later, lover." and she sat
back down and resumed brushing her hair with a smile on her face. Menelaus
staggered out the door and drove home.
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