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I stand outside the house and look at it.

I picture the day Chad pretended to be lost looking for a place to take me out on a date. And how he nervously pulled into the driveway. He was going to ask the owner for directions.

What?! Nobody asks for directions! We have phones!

Chad got out of the car and made me get out alongside him.

After knocking on the door and waiting a few minutes he backed up and then said,‘Nice house, isn’t it? Can you see yourself living in a house like this?’.

When I saidyesI didn’t realize it was me saying yes to living here.

In Chad’s sweet mind it was the biggest surprise he could offer. A super, amazing romantic gesture. And, fuck, there are so many women out there who deserve that from a guy like Chad.

I hate that it was me he did it to. I hate that I was put on the spot. I hate that I had to jump for joy and jump into his arms.

And even then…

We kissed.

I told him to take me inside right now and we need to christen the house.

He didn’t.

His response?

There’s no furniture to fuck on.

I could think of a million places to fuck in an empty house.

I sigh and open the front door and walk inside.

I shut the door, lock it, and go upstairs right to the bathroom to take a shower.

Yes, Corbin had properly washed me the night before but I now needed to wash him and his bed from me.

Not to mention the dried cum stuck to my pussy and my inner thighs.

I strip myself of my black dress, ball it up and stuff it into the laundry.

It felt better when Corbin took the dress off for me.

My bra is next and I have no panties on.

I step into the shower and look around.

My shower here athomeis huge. Probably big enough for four of five people to comfortably stand in. We don’t have one shower head either. There’s an entire system of shower heads and sprayers and all kinds of stuff. The floor is smooth and perfectly clean with a center drain. The walls are beautifully tiled, but it feels so fake. I feel like I’m in a catalog or some home improvement television show.

I reach for my soap and lather myself up with the soft, sweet smell of honey and lavender. A far cry from the rough hands of the criminal mechanic who had his monster cock up my ass.

I swallow hard and curl my toes against the floor.

My right hand begins to move down my body and around. Fingertips flirting with my right ass cheek, but that’s not enough for me. I keep going. Reaching back some more. Touching…there.

I press with my middle finger and softly groan.

My fingertip breaks my forbidden threshold and then I quickly stop.

I shiver.