She had been right. Her roommate, Chloe, didn't believe a word of her story, but continued to insist that she clean the kitchen counter with bleach. While she scrubbed the counter, she babbled on and on about her experience to Chloe until Chloe finally rolled her eyes and headed back to bed.
"I wish my jerk off dreams were that vivid," Chloe muttered jealously over her shoulder. "Make sure you scrub that counter twice and, from now on, please keep your skanky bare pussy off of the countertop."
The door to Chloe's bedroom clicked shut leaving her alone with her racing thoughts. She was giddy and terrified all at the same time.
What if he didn't call? That caused her heart to drop into her stomach. No, he had to call her. He simply had to call! She couldn't deal with it if he didn't call!
But then what if he did call? That question caused her heart to skip a beat. My God, he might actually call her! What could she possibly say to him? She didn't know a blessed thing about him except he had the most serene set of green eyes and a shock of black hair and a square chin and a strong jaw. He had big, strong soft hands and a voice of oozing baritone that made her tingle.
And those teeth! So white and straight like piano keys. She'd certainly know him if she saw him again. But would she ever see him again? Her heart plunged into her stomach.
"No," she thought soothingly. "He'll call. He said he'd call and unlike the guy who is lying to Blondie right now, he didn't cum tonight."
That thought braced her and her heart skipped another beat. A man who ate pussy fully clothed and then excused himself without even using the bathroom was the type of man who would call when he said he'd call. Right? It must be.
A thrill shot through her and while her heart skipped another beat, she danced a little skip and a hop across the kitchen floor and carelessly spilled the bleach mixture out of the bucket she was carrying. Prudently she went to her hands and knees and wiped up the spilled liquid off the kitchen floor. No use in Cinderella giving her wicked step sister Chloe another reason to bitch at her when Cinderella was on the verge of putting on the glass slipper. It didn't matter though. Nothing could spoil her mood.
Unless he didn't call.
Her heart plunged again. God, was she going to ride this roller-coaster all night?
What time was it?
Oh, who cared anyway?
She put the bucket and sponge under the sink after flushing the bleach mixture down the toilet. She knew she should go to bed, but she knew she'd never sleep. Automatically, she scooped up her clothes from the kitchen chair and went into her bedroom. There she put on her bathrobe and lay down across her bed. She felt like a teenager and had a wild urge to start writing a diary. Her body positively buzzed with the memory of what he had done to her. It made her feel like singing, but she knew she couldn't sing and it might wake up the neighbors and that was a whole thing she didn't want to deal with either. She contented herself with rolling on her back and holding her feet up in the air so she could look at her toes.
"He said everything about me was tiny and cute and he said he enjoyed getting me off WITH me! Wow, what kind of man says that kind of thing?"
"Shut up!" called Chloe through the wall. "Your stupid assed story has me all hot and bothered and the sound of your Mini Mouse voice is fucking up my jerk off! Now stop being selfish and gimme some peace and quiet so I can bang one out and get to work on time!"
Given her giddy mood, Chloe, as she always did with her bawdy humor, had stuck her funny bone just the right way and she had to put her fist in her mouth to stifle the sound of her snickers. After a few seconds her laugher died away and she went back to inspecting her toes by the light of the street light that snuck around the corners of the shade over her window.
"He thinks I'm cute!" she whispered up to her pointed toes.
Her smile came back so big it made her cheeks hurt. She couldn't wait for tomorrow!
In the room next door, she heard the muffled squeaks of Chloe's masturbation. She marveled at Chloe sometimes because Chloe surely was not shy when it came to sexual matters. She probably couldn't count the number of times she had come home and, through the opened bedroom door, seen Chloe sprawled face down on her bed, naked ass wiggling furiously while she wanked and squeaked one out into her pillow.
And if Chloe was in there with a guy, the few times that Chloe bothered to shut the door she knew what was going on because she would hear the bed scoot across the floor to the rhythm of Chloe's guttural cries of pleasure and shouts of encouragement to her partner. As a result, she knew Chloe's preferred a sexual rhythm of two/four time, which meant she preferred force over speed. It was like a coxswain setting the stroke for the crew of a racing shell. Chloe was not only shameless, but also the best sexual cheerleader she had ever met and, because of her exuberant enthusiasm, everyone finished the race with a smile on their face. Again, she chuckled into her fist.
"He thinks I'm cute and he's going to call me!" she exulted to herself.
Next door Chloe's bed jangled and Chloe gave a muffled, high-pitched squeal into her pillow followed by an exhausted sigh of relief. She checked the clock. Two minutes. Chloe never wasted time when it came to orgasms.
"He got two women off in one night without unzipping his fly!" she tittered into the darkness.
"I ... said ... SHUT ... UP!"
"Ok, ok."
She pulled covers over herself and tried to close her eyes. However, every time she did, she would see his green eyes staring at her from out of the darkness. She guessed she wouldn't sleep, but it didn't matter.
He was going to call.
After a few sleepless hours pink light began to peek around the shade over her window. Dawn was coming so she mechanically got up and got ready for work. After her ablutions she and Chloe stood around the kitchen and drank coffee and tried not to look at each other too much because they both knew that a debilitating girly giggle fit was bound to erupt if they looked at each other. She and Chloe had become good friends in their time as roommates. Chloe's uninhibited sexuality and humor made her an easy hang and they treated each other like sisters for the most part. It was hard to have secrets in an apartment anyway, so Chloe's open approach to life kept the atmosphere around their apartment comfortable and girlish.
On mornings like this when they had both been sexually satisfied in one way or another and the other knew it, that made for stilted conversation about the weather and the location of the umbrellas in case it might rain. That didn't kill all their snickering, but it kept it from interfering with the business of getting to work on time. That and the fact that she was on edge about receiving a phone call.
She tried not to look at her phone because intellectually she knew it was too early for him to call, but she couldn't help it. Chloe caught her in one of her hopeful glances at the phone and smiled like the Cheshire Cat over the rim of her coffee cup.
"That must have been some dream."
She responded by mimicking Chloe's orgasm squeal from last night and Chloe tsked at her and rolled her eyes.
"You're just jealous that I'm an uninhibited sexual goddess."
"Whatever."
"Yeah, whatever."
Chloe picked up her purse and headed for the door, and she followed along. It was time for work and she didn't want to be late in case she needed to leave early. Once they hit the sidewalk outside their apartment building, Chloe turned and looked at her with a mirthful smirk, which she returned. It was time for their morning ritual. It was Chloe's idea to get them both a little ego pop to start their day off right and it was also fun. Chloe purposefully and boldly looked directly at her chest.
"Nice tits, whore!" Chloe teased happily and purposefully a bit too loud. Several heads turned to look at them. Satisfied she had plenty of attention, Chloe did a runway turn while she teased out a strand of her long auburn hair. Mid-turn she caught the doorman looking at her and shot him a wink, causing him to blush and hurriedly turn away.
"Great ass, slut!" she yelled at Chloe's retreating form. Watching her friend go reminded her that Chloe had an absolutely magical ass to go with that striking mane of auburn hair. Today that ass looked particularly amazing in the form-fitting knit gray sweater dress she had selected. She was a little jealous of Chloe's ass because she knew her own ass wasn't up to that standard. But that didn't bother her too much because Chloe, who was a B cup, was just a little jealous of her breasts as well.
For her part, Chloe knew her ass was magical and wasn't above taking advantage of it. For example, Chloe had not paid for a cup of coffee in years. All Chloe had to do was strut in that way that caused her magic ass to tick tock back and forth like a seductive metronome and every guy within sight of it would try to take a discrete second look. The bolder ones would turn and hurry after her to buy her some small token in hopes of winning her affections. Hence all the free coffee. It was all harmless flirting though and what those guys didn't know was all they had to do was simply stare. Chloe didn't not feel at all self-conscious about her body and, in fact, loved it when men stared at her. Chloe didn't care if she got a cup of coffee out of the deal or not. The looks she received were what she really wanted.
She shook her head as she turned to go to work. If lesbianism had been in the cards, Chloe would have been her first choice. They would have made one hot couple for sure, but fortunately or unfortunately depending upon how you looked at it, both of them were only attracted to guys. That was pretty lucky for the guys, come to think of it. And speaking of guys, the thought of his green eyes came back to her and the secret smile tugged at her cheeks.
