A Slice of Life - Ch. 1

Aren gets up, smiling to me. “Wanna take a shower together?” I ask. He chuckles lightly. The tenseness of his voice from before is gone. I knew this is what he needed, especially after a hard day at work.
Scratching the back of his head, he stretches and looks down at me, grinning. “No baby, you go and wash up. I’ll take a shower after I get home.”

He looks so sexy in this light. I can see the shadows jutting off the centerline from his abs. He wasn’t very muscularly built, but toned and thin, with great muscle definition. Years of working graveyard shift had given him a sallow, pale tone to his skin, almost as pearlescent as mine. Hard to believe he was 13 years older than me. “You don’t want to stay the night?” I pout, giving him my cutest puppy-dog eyes.
He leans down and kisses me softly on the lips, his tongue gently probing my mouth. Drawing back, he smiles and says, “Maybe some other time. It’s getting late for you, and I don’t want to freak your roommates out like last time.”

I sigh and reluctantly agree, getting up and grabbing a tissue to wipe the cum off my chest. He proceeds to put on his pants, black, form-fitting jeans with a studded leather belt and wallet chain. Pretty sure he has a butterfly knife in his pockets too, but I decide not to ask. Pulling his hair into a ponytail and adjusting his necklace, he throws his shirt on. I smile at him. So sexy, and mine.
After I clean myself up, I put on a nightie and my panties. Reaching up to him, I kiss his neck, nibbling gently. “Drive carefully,” I whisper. He wraps his arms around me and I inhale his scent. Kissing me on the lips, he grabs his jacket and heads toward the door. I decide to follow him and see him off.

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The bath water was steaming. After cleaning myself out from our play session, I pop a Premarin and swallow. Rummaging through my medicine cabinet, I find the anti-androgen bottle and take 2. Sighing in relief, I close the door and look at myself in the full-body mirror attached to the inside of the door.