She just scared the life out of me, and yet I’m somehow still horny and wild for her. I have no idea what the best next move is, though, but I suspect I should go find us some towels. I hand her the baggy of fish crackers and kiss her knuckles. She smiles.
“I’m going to grab us something to dry off a bit,” I tell her. “Don’t move.”
She laughs. “Yeah, not likely.” I take off at a fast walk toward the laundry room, worried that I’ll slip and fall if I run. She yells after me. “Please don’t put clothes on, Yum.”
There’s a load of clean towels in a basket on the counter, and I grab the whole thing. I notice the condom, feeling sticky and weird, so I pull that off and toss it in the trash before hurrying back to the couch. “You like the look of all this fur,” I joke, rubbing her dry and t
