Noticing the dishes he used this morning already clean and sitting in a drying rack, I decide to put them away. I open a few of the kitchen cabinets only to find myself rummaging through them curiously. He doesn’t own many dishes as most of the cabinets are empty. I consider where Kevin might keep more of his personal stuff and I find myself searching around his apartment to see what else I can rummage through until a light bulb goes off. I head to his bedroom.
Quietly, I pull open the top drawer of Kevin’s dresser. I don’t know why I find the need to be in stealth mode. There’s nobody here and he can’t hear me—he’s gone. But for whatever reason, I’m still doing my best to be cautiously quiet as I snoop through his things.
He’s very neat. His socks are paired and folded flat. They are stacked appearing exactly as they would if they were new. And they smell good but better than any fabric softener I can recall. I dip my head down to take a whiff and notice a paper baggie of some sort along the side of the drawer. I pick it up and it’s a scented packet with the label, Fresh Linen, written across the front. I take a whiff.
Mmm, it smells good. I recall this smell on Kevin. It filled and invigorated my senses as he pulled me through the club. But this was only a portion of what I remember. He had another smell mixed with this one.
Closing the drawer, I scan the top of the dresser in search of cologne. There isn’t much here but a few scattered receipts plus a small black frame with a picture of an older smiling couple. His parents? He looks like both of them. And there’s also a plain wooden box about the size of a small shoe box. I pull it towards me.
Peeping through the small crack, I see many trinkets. Rings, bracelets, earrings. I flip the box open completely, letting the top rest back on its hinges. I run my fingertips through what looks like a treasure box and I become giddy with the sight of miscellaneous silver, gold, and brass—many of which are decorated with gems. False gems. The bottom of the box is littered with a rainbow of sparkling, glimmering things and I get ill, realizing these are items that have probably been left by all the women who have come to Kevin’s apartment. I shut the box and stare at it for a moment before I push it back.
Walking over to the bathroom, I see both of my false eyelashes stowed in the little plastic bag but left on the counter. My mind fumbles with how I ought to feel about it. I’m sure Kevin will eventually move the bag into his treasure box once I’m gone.
As I pick up the bag, I find I’m a little sad. Do I really want to be another trinket in a box?
I remind myself that this was only supposed to be for one night. I was just supposed to let someone love on me, love my body for an evening. Kevin gave me a little of what I wanted and if he comes through to give me more, I guess I could let him have the lashes.
I’m fumbling with the little plastic bag when I see bottles of cologne. I grip and push my thumb up against the top of the first bottle filled with clear aquamarine liquid and the instant the top comes free, I’m in ecstasy. The smell of seduction surrounds me...
But its missing something.
Grabbing the bottle, I march it into Kevin’s room. Resting the bottle on the dresser, I pull out the second drawer this time. His underwear, mostly stretchy boxer briefs, is folded as neatly as his socks, each stacked in three-quarter folds. Of course, there is another linen-scented packet lining the drawer.
I pull the packet out and put it to my nose. It smells so clean. Like home—a welcoming home. It smells trustworthy.
Grabbing the cologne bottle with my other hand, I put that to my nose as well. I sniff on the cologne next to the packet at my nose and I realize this is a part of Kevin’s appeal. He smells like trust and seduction both at the same time. It’s so damn sexy, I believe my slit is about to drip...
But there’s one small element missing. It’s not quite Kevin’s scent exactly. I look at the underwear in his drawer and realize perhaps the missing scent is in his clothes—his detergent. I put the cologne to one nostril and the packet to the other. Lowering my head to press my face firm against Kevin’s soft stacked briefs and boxers, I inhale deeply, taking a big whiff. “Mmmmm.”
“What are you doing?”
My mind snaps and I jolt up with the sound of Kevin’s voice to see him staring querulously at me, his mouth agape, his brows crooked. I realize the cologne and packet are still against my nose and I freak! Dropping them.
He laughs, picking up the smelly packet that has fallen to the floor. “Are you sniffing my drawers?”
I blink. My tongue hangs, my mouth is open, and I’m so embarrassed, nothing is coming out except a few airy cackles.
Kevin stuffs the smelly pack back into the drawer and grabs the cologne. His eyes wander between me and the glass bottle and he pulls off his shirt. He sprays himself, plants the bottle on top of the dresser, and wraps his hand around the back of my head, pulling me to him.
My face is planted flush against his skin in the crook of his neck and I find the true missing smell. It’s him.
“Smell good?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I nod, trying hard not to seem so obvious in inhaling him so deeply or enjoying the fact my cheek is pressed warmly against him.
“Good.” He steps back. “I’ll wear that one for you tonight.” He points at his boxers in the drawer. “Is there something specific you’d like me to wear from that drawer as well?”
“Uh, no.” I shut the drawer, shaking my head. “You’re more than welcome to wear whatever you want.”
“You sure?” He smiles with a cock of one brow. “And what if I want to go commando?”
My breath hitches. The thought of Kevin in a pair of jeans without boxers and easily accessible with his V-lines completely exposed turns me on. “You can do whatever you want,” I say nonchalantly as I realize that I have no underwear on under his tee at this very moment. “Were you able to get me some clothes?” I ask.
“Oh yeah,” he cheers excitedly. “Come see.”
Kevin grabs my hand and pulls me out of his room towards the dining table where I see there are several packages spread and laid about in a well-designed display as if its Christmas. “One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight.” I count eight packages.
What did he do? Buy the whole store?
“Kevin, why so many bags? Did you buy some stuff for yourself?” I peep through the top of each bag topped with glittering tissue paper.
“No,” he scratches the back of his head then leans against the kitchen island to observe me.
I turn the bags around, lining them up, to see all the bags have come from the same store.
“I wasn’t sure what to get and two ladies—employees—turned out to be very resourceful in helping me.” He blushes. “I may have gone a little overboard, but honestly, Lee, it was a lot of fun. I feel guilty that I had to leave you here, but the employees were able to model a few dresses for me. I hope you’re happy with what we picked out. Those women had no problem arguing with me or with each other about what they thought was hot versus what I thought was sexy. At one point, I had to intervene because they were arguing so badly with one another.” He blushes again, a deep red this time. “I must say, things got rather heated in the dressing room. But it was a lot of fun despite the tug-o-war between the three of us.”
“You had a heated tug-of-war in the dressing room?” I ask, pulling my hand back with embarrassment. I’m a little infuriated as well.
Is it possible Kevin had sex in the dressing room with two women, while they wore some of these clothes?
It’s very possible and it’s very gross. It dawns on me that I just met Kevin. I have no idea who he is or where he’s been and I’m questioning why I’m even still here.
Blood drains from my head and I retract, stepping back from the bags.
“Ah, fuck. Lee!” Kevin walks towards me grabbing my elbows, pulling them apart. I hadn’t realized I’d crossed my arms. “Hey, I’m sorry,” he tilts his head, trying to get me to look at him. “I know how I sounded, but that’s not what
I meant. I just bought the clothes, I swear. Nothing else happened in that store while I was there.”
“It’s fine,” I shrug my shoulders imperturbably, pretending I don’t care. “Kevin, I just met you. You don’t owe me anything.”
“But I do. I said I would...” he pauses to clear his throat. “I said I would give you a good lay and I plan to do it properly. You came looking for something special last night, and I’m going to set you right.”
I bow my head, rubbing my temples. “Kevin, I’m not really feeling this anymore. I think we should just—”
“Lee! I swear to God, I did not have sex in that store. I know that’s what you’re thinking. I swear the whole time I was in there all I did was worry if you’d be happy with what I brought back.”
I squint at him. Is he serious?
“Here. Look,” he pulls his phone out of his back pocket, slides his finger across the screen a few times, and shows me a picture.
Puppies?
He flashes me a few of his own white canines behind a hopeful smile. “You like?”
My heart leaps!
It’s a small leap.
“They’re cute right?” he asks and scrolls to another picture of more puppies.
“Why are you showing me these images?” I ask.
Kevin turns his phone off and slips it back into his pocket. “I thought you like puppies. They were right next door to the shop I bought the clothes from. If you want, I’ll take you back there after dinner tonight, so you can play with them.”
My heart leaps again!
It’s a bigger leap this time.
But reality sets in and my mouth falls into a flat line. “I don’t want to see the puppies.” I already have puppies I need to get back to after tonight.
“No? Are you sure?”
“No, but let me try on some of these clothes.”
“That’s a good idea.” He opens his stance, letting me go, and scratches his head. “Can I watch?”
I collect the handles to all the bags in two palms. “No.”
“Ah, c’mon.” It’s irritating how he begs.
Irritatingly sexy.
“No,” I stress with a roll of my eyes at him, making my way to the bathroom, all eight bags in my hands.
“Awh, Lee. At least model the underwear for me,” he whines, which sparks my insides, although I shut the door, locking it behind me.
10
Kevin
Within a few minutes, Lee pops out but she’s still in my tee. “These are all a size ten.”
“Are they too small? They said the average women’s size is a size twelve.”
“No,” she laughs. “These are all too big. I’m a size four to six.”
“Ugh,” I groan. I feel stupid. Again. “What about the underwear?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
I look at Lee’s naked legs and my prick hardens knowing she’s wearing nothing under my shirt.
“And there’s another problem.” She crosses one foot over the other, clamping her standing legs tight.
I recognize I’m losing my cool. She’s beginning to learn how to read what’s going on in my mind and right now she knows that I’m a little glad she has to hang out in only my shirt.
“Oh yeah? What problem is that?” I ask.
“Some of the tags say two and three hundred dollars.”
“And?”
“These clothes are expensive. From what I’ve figured, you spent over two thousand dollars in that shop.”
Again, “And?” I shrug.
“You need to take all of this back right now.”
Lee turns, marching into the bathroom and I follow behind. I’m about to tell her not to worry about the expenditure. I have money. Not an extreme amount of money, but I don’t have anyone to take care except for myself. I rarely take chicks on dates. I like to bring ‘em home from the club and by the next morning, be done with ‘em. Unless they end up on my booty call list in which case I definitely never spend any money on ‘em or else they’ll get attached. Chicks have a tendency to confuse booty calls with relationships. And I don’t do relationships, which probably costs a lot. I refuse to spend my hard earned paychecks—except on my car and occasional trip and groceries.
So, I always have cash handy for food, cash I realize wasn’t just easy to spend on Lee but I find almost eager to let go of for her sake. I would not ordinarily do something like that...
Actually, I’ve never done something like that and I’ve heard it’s good for the soul to help out another human every now and then.
Because that’s all I’m doing.
Helping out a fellow human.
For one night.
Right?
Lee’s shaking her head as she walks into the bathroom like she’s upset I’ve done something irresponsible. I figure she’s probably right. I did spend over two grand in that store on clothes that don’t even fit her. I should probably take it all back and get her something cheap to choose from.
Lee bends over to strap her fingers through the handles of the shopping bags and dear God! Her crease pokes out from under my shirt. The shaved smooth folds to the sides of her slit and the peeping round bottom of her ass is reeling me in.
I come up right behind her. “Do you like any of them? If you like them all, I can swap them out for your size.”
She stands up, turning to hand me the bags. “No, I want you to take them back. They’re too expensive. Honestly, I could probably make a dress for a lot less. A sewing machine would be cheaper than some of these clothes.”
I flick the bags out of my way, causing a few of them to drop from Lee’s hands and I grip her waist leaning against her. “A sewing machine. Is that what you want me to buy you?”
I swear at this very moment, I’d be happy to buy Lee whatever the fuck she wants.
Lee’s head tilts down to see my hard prick poking in her belly. “Nn...no,” she stutters. “That’s not what I meant.”
Leaning in, I whisper, “Tell me what you want, Lee. I’ll go get it for you.”
“Kevin, you don’t have to buy me anything. Really. That’s not what I meant.”
“So, do you want to stay in tonight then?” I wrap my arms around her waist and bend to kiss her neck.
Her back arches. “Stay in?” she mutters softly.
“Mhm, I’ll cook for you.” I lift my shirt she’s wearing up over the back of her bottom and plant one hand over her bare ass, massaging.
“Cook for me?” she repeats, mumbling.
“Mmm, I’ll cook for you and I’ll even make you dessert.” I tilt my head to kiss the opposite side of her neck and reach behind her head to rake my fingers through her hair.
“Dessert. Fuh...for me?” she pants as I snake my hand under her shirt to grip her full breast and knead.
“Uh-huh. Dessert for you.” Lee’s so hot right now. I want to laugh at the unintelligible words attempting to flow out of her open, gaping, steaming hot mouth. “Do you want me to make you some dinner and dessert tonight, Lee?” I lick up the full length of her neck.
Her chest is heaving against me. “Ye-yeah.” She swallows as I nip at her jaw. “Yes!”
“Cool.” I withdraw, snatching the bags out of Lee’s hand and leaving her hot.
Lee’s jaw drops as I also pick up the bags that fell to the ground and hastily head out of the bathroom. I hear Lee stomp her feet behind me, which thrills me. For a while there, I thought maybe I was genuinely falling for this girl, but I realize I’m simply feeling sorry for her.
She’s cute. Young. Okay, she’s more than cute and she’s not that young but she does seem innocent, which I had no clue could be such a turn on. Look how easy it was for me to get her to stay another night at no cost to me (once I return the clothes). And I don’t even have to pay for a fancy dinner!
I could easily seduce Lee right now. I’m sure she’s super slick between her legs, but I still want to give her exactly what she showed up at the club for.
; And then some.
I need to prepare and feed Lee well. For some reason, I feel the need to be Lee’s teacher. I don’t want this woman to end up on any asshole’s contact list that might confuse her with a booty call and use her, which means we’ll be pulling an all-nighter. I need to exhaust her. I want her to feel used. She needs to be sore both mentally and physically. I need to give it to Lee so hard she won’t think twice about going back to that club again.
11
Lee
He keeps eyeballing me from across the couch. He’s trying to hide the fact that he’s upset. I found a pair of faded blue sweatpants in the bottom drawer of Kevin’s dresser where he keeps some old clothes. The pants hang low, but the waistline manages to stay above my hips. The second I came out of the bedroom wearing Kevin’s oversized shirt and sweatpants, he frowned.
Clearly, he thinks the pants look bad on me.
I know I’m hardly pretty in this outfit and I wrestled with the idea that I should go back to Delaney’s. When I mentioned it, however, Kevin insisted that I stay. He had already made another trip out to return the clothes he’d bought and bring back groceries. He also brought back a movie. He seemed so cheery when he returned. I figure he had come to his senses about getting back his two thousand dollars but seeing me in his sweats has crushed his mood.
And, so remains a permanent pout on Kevin’s bottom lip. He wore that pout while he cooked, while we ate, and he’s still wearing it right now as we watch the movie.
It makes me uncomfortable—the way Kevin seems to be odds with me and what I’m wearing. I’m aware of how unsexy I look and I remember when he approached me in the club. He’s so beautiful, he could’ve easily taken anyone home of his choosing.
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