Part two: Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
I woke up to the sound of Harvey turning the shower on. Judging by the light coming from the windows, it was still early in the morning. It felt a bit... surreal, waking up in his bed like this. His apartment was more or less the mirror image of mine, down to the color theme. Harvey sure liked to keep things simple and white. White... That reminds me.
I lifted myself up and looked over to the pile of white fabric on the floor next to the bed. I wasn't going to put it on, of course - my apartment was just a few steps away, no need to get dressed at all. But I think the dress itself earned its place in my wardrobe. I knew Harvey liked it - he came all over it - but I seem to remember him saying something about... everyone liking it? It might have been just dirty talk, but I'm going to keep the dress just in case.
I threw the sheets aside and got up. As if on cue, I felt a little sting between my legs. Oh that's right... my pussy took quite a pounding last night. I moved my hips to explore the sensation a bit more. It felt so... satisfying. In fact, my whole body felt invigorated. Still gently swaying my hips, I made my way to the bathroom.
I could tell Harvey was taking a cool shower. The mirror wasn't fogged up at all, so I stopped to catch a glimpse of myself before announcing my presence. My hair was a bit messy, but all in all, I looked... surprisingly refreshed.
- Good morning.
I turned to look at him. He barely dried himself off before stepping out of the shower and closing the distance between us.
- Wait... - I said, guessing his intentions. - Let me freshen up a bit too... It feels weird being all sweaty, when you're this... fresh...
- Be my guest. - he motioned to the shower.
- I could just use mine, you know.
- And miss out on trying out my mint shower gel? You're crazy.
He directed me towards the little shower stall and gave my ass a little smack of encouragement.
- Hop in. I want you to smell like me for the rest of the day!
I smiled broadly. It seemed a bit... territorial? Like he wanted to leave a mark on me before sending me back into the outside world. But his intuition was right - I do like to try out different shower products and rummage around people's bathrooms. Plus, Harvey really did smell nice sometimes... Not just minty, but...
My eyes focused in on a bottle with big black letters. Yep, that looks minty as all hell. And... kinda scary. Why do men's shower products have to look like bottles of engine fuel or poison? Sheesh. The green color was clearly artificial, but the sharp scent of mint seemed genuine enough. I lathered myself up and let the cool water rinse off my whole body. I expected to see some "3 in 1" type products, but the shampoo was waiting for me in a separate bottle. It didn't foam up quite as well as my own, but it smelled nice and... manly? I read the description on the label. "Active"? "Force"? Someone's a marketing genius. I rinsed off my hair and left the shower smelling like a prized athlete.
I wrapped myself tightly in a crispy white towel and approached Harvey in his little kitchenette.
- And...? - he raised his eyebrow in anticipation.
- I feel... ready for action, I guess! - I responded, chuckling.
That's what I thought. Come, have some juice. I have some fieldwork to do today, what about you?
I flipped through the imaginary diary in my mind. The real one was, of course, still by my bedside. Yesterday was Laurie's birthday... So I must have planned something nice and low-key today, knowing the whole group would be hungover and worn out...
- Oh that's right! I'm just going to review my notes, and...
I paused. I was planning to spend the afternoon letting off steam digging around in the garden, but Harvey kinda took care of my steam last night. In fact, I felt so clear-headed and content with myself... It's like this strange confidence came over me, and I became a whole new woman, all sexy and powerful...! And now, all I want to do is...
- ...Study!
Harvey's face lit up with a boyish smile. I did just say "study", right, not "fuck your brains out"? Before I could ask, his arms were around me and my cheek rested on his chest.
- That's my girl. I knew once you get some vitamin D, you'd be back on your A-game! - he laughed and planted a kiss somewhere in my wet hair. - Mmm, you really smell like me now... I kinda wish we've done that before...
His hand reached to briefly squeeze my ass through the towel.
- Well, I gotta go - he sighed, letting go of me. - It's pontoon day, and you know Levi won't set anything up until I get there. Have a great day, Lu.
- Thanks, you too!
And just like that, he smiled, picked up his backpack and left through the garden door, leaving it open. I envied him a little - I collected all of my samples on land, so it sounded really fun to spend the day in a pontoon in the middle of the lake. I finished my juice, set my glass in the tiny brass sink and left the same way, grabbing my clothes and shoes as I went. A few barefoot steps later, I was at the back door to my apartment. I'll return the towel later. Or... not.
Wow, my bedroom really was the mirror image of Harvey's. Not only was all the furniture arranged differently, but my blankets and various pieces of colorful clothing made the room feel much more personal and cozy. Well, "colorful" isn't the right word... I surrounded myself in deep, dark greens and purples, and most of my clothes were... autumnal, I guess. Still, I managed to pick out a long, flowing skirt and a tank top, perfect for a day of studying. I took out two croissants out of a paper bag in the kitchen cupboard and wolfed them down, washing the tasty crumbs down with a cup of coffee.
After a quick look into my real diary, I picked out some notebooks and headed to the office next to the library. It's not that I was against technology - it was just easier for me to remember stuff I wrote down by hand. It was on the stairs when I noticed I forgot to put on my shoes. Oh well, I'm not turning back now. I could spend all day barefoot, and judging by the rising temperature, I might as well. The hardwood floor felt good beneath my feet as I dance-walked into the office and set my stuff on one of the desks. Nope, fuck this. I gathered up the notebooks again and headed to the terrace connecting the office and the library. A few pushes and pulls later, a huge wicker chair was positioned perfectly beneath a large parasol. I surrounded myself with everything I might need - my notes, a pitcher full of icy water and some comfy cushions. I put my feet up against the other chair and sank deep into my studies.
An hour or two went by, when I heard someone rustling around the office. My back was against the door, so I listened intently to figure out who it might be. Suddenly, the steps intensified and I felt hands covering my eyes.
- Guess whooo...? - Charlie sing-songed into my ear.
- It's either Jackie, or the cold clammy hands of death!
- Iiiit's Jackie! - She laughed, letting go of my face and jumping in front of me. - Wow, That 70s show never gets old, does it?
