Quarantine and Chill - AMBW Standalone Romance
Smirking, I pulled out my softening cock and pissed. When I was finished, I flushed, made sure the seat was down and went to the sink to wash my hands. I studied my reflection in the mirror.
You look exhausted as fuck. What are we going to do about that?
I dried my hands and decided to hit the shower. Hopefully, the cool water would calm me down. I turned it on. As soon as I stripped naked and stepped under the warm spray of water, I tried not to think of Jade’s warm body against mine. My cock swung heavy between my thighs. I really wanted to jack off, but I didn’t need Jade hearing. I looked down at him.
Sorry. I already pointed my cock in her face. One deviant thing at a time.
My hands yearned to rub soap all over my length and slip them up and down. And I knew what vision would play out in my head. Jade in those damn red long johns. I saw myself, unsnapping the back and revealing her fat ass.
Okay. We’re good. Wash up and get out of here.
“Fuck.” I picked up the purple bottle, sniffed the top, and poured some in my hands. “Here’s a bonus of staying with a woman. You always get the best hair products. They just know the right things to buy.”
I washed my hair with Jade’s shampoo and then used her body wash. “Yeah. This is why she smells so good. I thought that was blueberries and roses.”
For one second, I considered rubbing the bodywash all over my cock.
Enough. Let’s go.
Since the shower had been a spur of the moment choice, all I had was the towel to wear out the bathroom. I dried up and left.
“Wow!” She held her hands in front of her.
“Sorry. I forgot my clothes.”
“Oh no. This is fine. I’m just. It’s all nice. I mean. You know? Everything. . .whatever. I’m getting some orange juice.”
“You like how I look in a towel.” I winked at her and walked over to my clothes. “Jade, you’re also right about something you said earlier. That couch won’t do. I may need to camp out on the floor.”
Her gaze hit my abs. Blinking, she turned away. “The floor is going to be horrible.”
“Not as bad as the couch.” Standing next to my new bags of clothes, I stretched my back and then worked out the kinks on my neck.
“You’re going to sleep on the floor?” She headed to the kitchen.
“Maybe. The only question is, will you also join me on the floor this evening?”
She tripped a little and caught herself. “What?”
“Since you clearly like being my blanket, I figured you would be fine with moving it to the floor.”
Sarcasm coated her next word. “Hilarious.”
“Is it?”
“Yes.”
“So, that idea is funny?” I leaned my head to the side and stretched my arms. “But not as funny as my cock?”
“Would you stop saying that?”
“Why? It’s inappropriate?”
“Yes.”
“It’s not.” I extended the other arm and massaged the aching bicep. “Say it.”
She gazed at me. “Say what?”
“Cock.”
“Why?”
“It’s going to be freeing for you, and I get a kick out of hearing you say it.”
“And why is that?” She went over to the fridge, opened it, and bent over, looking for something.
That damn Love Me Not Long Johns should have been illegal in the state. I couldn’t help it. I paused from stretching, arched my head, and drank in that full, round ass.
Damn. Had I been Jason, you would have been complaining about too much fucking.
The buttoned flap teased and enticed my hungry fingers.
“Do you want some breakfast?” She glanced over her shoulder and caught me looking at her ass.
Fuck.
“Umm. . .” She rose. That cute blush covered her face again as she carried eggs over to the counter. “Do you. . .umm. . .Do you want breakfast?”
Should I apologize for staring?
She blinked and looked away. “What?”
“Put the eggs away. We’ll order something. You shouldn’t cook.”
“But we have food right here and there is a virus happening around us. We shouldn’t have other people cooking our food.”
I nodded. “Good point, but at least let me cook.”
“You’re going to make breakfast?”
I leaned my head to the side and cracked my neck. “I can make an awesome omelet.”
A skeptical expression hit her face. “I’ve got breakfast this morning. You can do it tomorrow.”
It sounded odd. For a moment, I forgot that she would be the sight of my mornings for the rest of this week. It would be weird to get used to, but a complete pleasure to experience.
Yesterday, I had left my condo wondering how I would ever forget about Amber. This morning, I woke up holding Jade. Even this short exchange had been more cheerful than any morning in my condo with Amber for this entire year. I never knew what Amber I would meet in the morning. Half the time, I hoped she stayed asleep.