“That was… impressive.” Michelle whispered in awe. “And this happens every time?” She asked softly as she kissed my arm yet again.
“Yeah… well… anytime I’m with someone anyway. It never happens if I… um… well… you know.” I trailed off my explanation. “Hey! You weren’t scared?” I asked in curious wonder.
“Yeah… no. If you hadn’t given me that little warning before hand I might have freaked the hell out though… so yeah, thanks for that.” She giggled into my arm. Call it nerves or just the massively giddy feelings I had as a result of what we had just experienced together but Michelle’s giggle was infectious. I chuckled, which caused her to snort and giggle some more, that got me laughing and I rolled over on my back. Michelle rolled with me giggling and snorting to lay across my chest, her sweaty bare breasts mashing flat and pressing into my sweaty hairy chest. Panting again we lay there grinning at each other.
“Chelle…” I began, having to pause to swallow. “I was always taught growing up that I should thank anyone who did something nice for me or gave me a gift of any kind… So… I want to thank you.” I choked out as I stroked the back of her head and neck with my right hand. “That was more than I dreamed of…” I paused again, this time in embarrassment as I had just put my foot in my mouth big time. Michelle didn’t miss it either, the expression on her face went from mild confusion to wide eyed surprise.
“You dreamed of this?” She sputtered with glee. “You dreamed about me?” She edged on bringing her left hand to lay flat on my chest and she rested her chin on the back of it as her eye brows shot up questioningly and a big goofy grin spread on her face. Those eyes… oh those eyes… sparkled with mischief as she waited for me to elaborate further.
“Well I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t. It may have been more like a fantasy from my perspective though… but I already told you why that would have been.” I reddened as I smiled sheepishly again. “But what guy in his right mind wouldn’t fantasize about you… or dream about you? You are… awesome! You’re gorgeous, you’re smart, you’re funny, and you’re a walking talking wet dream Michelle.” I babbled effusively. Michelle turned red and that crazy pouting smile spread on those luscious lips as she tried to look demure.
“Oh stop it!” She giggled. “No… don’t stop… tell me more!” She giggled more. That’s when we heard the automatic garage door opening upstairs. Michelle’s eyes got huge with surprise. I’m sure my own were pretty much a mirror image though. We looked at one another in a moment of panic and then all hell broke loose as we both started scrambling to get up and find our clothes and get dressed. I found a tee shirt and pulled it on over my head but that was as far as it got… it wasn’t my tee shirt… it was Michelle’s. Michelle was hopping around on one foot as she tried to pull her jeans back on with only one leg in them. I pulled Michelle’s tee shirt back off of my head and tossed it to her as I scrambled around looking for my own jeans. I nearly fell over as suddenly I couldn’t see anything as Michelle had tossed my tee shirt at me effectively covering my head like a sack. I stopped and pulled it over my head and pushed my arms through the arm holes. I found my jeans and stepped into them. I turned as I was pulling them up and I heard Michelle bark out a stifled laugh. I stopped and looked up at her puzzled. Shaking with silent laughter she stepped over to me and reached down and pinched the used condom that was somehow still hanging on my deflated penis. Closing her thumb and index finger over the rolled edge she milked it down squeezing my shrinking member out and trapping the gooey deposit still in the latex tube. It came free with a wet pop. I looked up at her and blushed and stifled a groan. I tucked in my guy and zipped up and buckled my belt. We both slipped our shoes back on and froze for a second. The bed was a wreck and we were both sweaty and flushed. Looking at one another we both grinned and giggled.
Thinking fast I pulled the top two drawers out of the dresser and set them on the bed. Then I repeated with the second set of drawers down, and the third. We now had all the drawers lying atop the bed effectively covering it. The bottom drawers were empty so I started gathering the pipes and tobacco and other nick knacks off the top of the dresser and placing them in the empty drawers. With everything off the top and the drawers removed the dresser was fairly easy to drag away from the wall and push up against the bed. We drug the bed out away from the wall a couple of feet and then moved the nightstands and the trunk from the corner. We were dragging the drafting table towards the bed when we heard Penny clear her throat and knock on the doorway from the galley kitchen. Looking around the room seeing all that had been moved she smiled.
“My, you two have been busy haven’t you?” Penny said with a straight face, or trying to keep a straight face anyway. The sparkle in her light blue eyes was unmistakable and the corners of her lips were struggling massively to keep from smiling. “I was wondering if you two might be hungry, working so hard and working up an appetite…” She smiled after saying that. “I stopped and got some lunch for us all on my way home. Join me upstairs when you get to a good… stopping point.” She turned to go back through the galley kitchen but stopped. Penny bent down and picked up something off the floor. Standing back up she examined it, it was an opened condom rapper. She smiled wickedly and closed her hand over it and said in a sing song voice over her shoulder as she left. “Yes I think you two worked up an appetite indeed.” We could hear her giggling softly to herself as she left the apartment. Michelle and I looked at one another and shared goofy grins and blushing faces. She rolled her eyes and I ducked my head and grimaced sheepishly. Neither one of us had thought to look for the empty wrappers in our haste to get dressed. We both started giggling silently again as we linked arms and followed in Penny’s wake to go upstairs.
As we climbed the stairs from the beaded curtain to the front door landing we heard voices coming from the kitchen upstairs. Maggie had returned home as well, and Jules too from the sound of it. Pausing on the landing Michelle and I traded looks, both grimacing slightly knowing we were probably going to get called out. Both of us blew an exasperated breath and started up the second set of stairs. Stepping into the kitchen we found Maggie sitting opposite from Penny and Jules at the far end of the table near the door to the garage. The table was spread with a bucket of chicken, and all the fixings, mashed potatoes and gravy, biscuits and coleslaw. Maggie had set out plates and silverware. Penny was pouring glasses of iced tea for everyone. Maggie pulled the chair on the near end of the table out and around to her side of the table for Michelle. I offered to get a chair from the patio for myself to sit in and everyone agreed that was a good idea. Penny offered to hold the door for me on my return. As I stepped out the door to the patio Penny leaned in and whispered in my ear.