15
I wake smelling burnt toast and thinking my house is on fire. The low curse words I hear raining from Beau make me reassess quickly. I'm covered by only a sheet, and sunlight streams through my equally minimal covered windows, causing me to squint with sleep heavy eyes.
Beau is banging on the toast in order to free the bread. His hair is damp, making it look darker, and he's only wearing his jeans All these years of celibacy are catching up to me, after just two dips back into sex with Beau. I'm hoping he's already ran to the store for condoms. I want another go; I want him inside me.
My lips lift imagining how he would feel.
Beau looks over and seeing I am awake he abandons the toaster, while asking, "Are you laughing at me?” He stalks through the apartment shaking his head with a grin on his face, “That's not very nice Sammy."
"No, I was just thinking," my voice sounds thick and hoarse.
His grin turns to a smirk, "Well what thoughts put that beautiful smile on your face then?" He's prowling over to the bed, his head low, eyes hooded; he looks magnificent.
"Just being silly," I lick my lips nervously, realizing he'll be close enough soon to smell my morning breath.
I slap a hand over my mouth.
"What are you doing?" He cocks an eyebrow.
"I've got yuck mouth, I need to brush," I whisper making him chuckle. I grab the sheet and dart past him to the bathroom. The sheet jerks to a stop, but I keep going, falling face first into the doorframe. I use the momentum to propel myself into the bathroom and close the door. I am completely still, clasping my hands to my naked breasts. For the briefest moment I catch my breath. Then I lose it.
I laugh until I hear Beau inquire, “You alright?” I feel my face blush at his acknowledgement of my disastrous escape. I hum a reply, and he seems satisfied with it. Oh well, at least I can laugh at myself.
I decide to take a quick shower after getting a glimpse of myself in the mirror and what the tiny mole people have done to my head while I slept. I turn my speaker on low and shower, listening to Motown oldies.
After getting out, I find some cute undies. I brush out my long hair, add a tiny bit of frizz cream, and let it air dry. I dab on moisturizer and splash on a tiny bit of pink sugar perfume. I coat my lashes with mascara and smear on vanilla softlips.
I've decide the first place I go today is a place where I can get a robe. I have lived alone too long, and I am too used to being nude whenever I want. I flip off my speaker, immediately hearing Beau's quiet voice. If he’s on the phone, I'll be able to sneak out and grab some stuff then rush back in here to dress.
I mentally plan my outfit so I’ll be as fast as possible. Any bra, a pair of soft denim jeans, and the black and white polka dotted peplum. The peplum is still hanging out from when I was planning to wear it last week, I can grab it super quick.
Beau is still talking in low tones as I crack the door open. I can't see, he must be in the kitchen. The scent of burnt toast is still strong. I tiptoe to the wardrobe, and it creaks open.
I hear Beau say in a louder voice, "That's should be her now, that was fast."
What follows makes me freeze, "You're just used to those high maintenance types, she doesn't need hours to look good"
Oh shit, Brian is here. I don't say anything for fear they will come this way. Fucking shit.
"Don't move, okay guys? Just stay where you are, "I grab my sheet from the floor and wrap it around myself.
"What's wrong Sam?" I can hear Beau coming. He'll pass the cabinets and see my bare back.
That thought gets me moving and I fly back to the bathroom door and slam it.
"Beau?" I call through the door, he's right on the other side.
"Yeah Sammy, something wrong?"
"Um yes," I crack the door and let just my face show. "I need clothes," I whisper hoping Brain can't hear me
"You were just out here with no clothes on?" He doesn't try to lower his voice.
"Yes," I hiss. "I didn't know anyone was here. I thought you were on the phone, so I'd be able to grab some stuff quick and hurry back here to dress," I explain through clenched teeth.
"What if Brian had seen you?" He rants.
"Geez Beau it probably wouldn't have been his first set of tits. I’m embarrassed enough as is, I don’t need another dose of you shaming me.” I slam the door in his face and yell "piss off, I don't need you to get me clothes, the both of you can get the hell out!"
