Above our heads

Part 7

Her mom called in the morning. I was already tense, expecting another quarrel, but it worked out. We were expected to visit.

When She first moved in with me, my mom called Her every single day and sawed for 1.5 hours. At first She sat listening, then she got upset. A little later, she just left the phone on the table and went about her business. Usually all conversations ended with Mom screaming if she had forgotten to bring a toothbrush and at least one more pair of underpants.

After I got to the hospital, the calls stopped. I'd go crazy if my mom would take out my brain like that every day.

She insisted that I wear torn blue jeans and a black sweater. I agreed to a sweater, but absolutely not to jeans!

- Damn, well, they're torn at the knees! Your mom will eat me! Let me put the black ones on.

But she was adamant. I was still arguing with Her for a while:

- Why do you like them so much, I don't understand?

She kissed me, putting her hand on my ass, slightly bit my ear with an earring:

- You have a heart-shaped ass in them.

I laughed:

- what? A heart?! Especially not dressed!

- Please, please...

She folded her arms pleadingly across her chest:

- Damn it! Okay...

I quickly pulled on my jeans. She ran her hand over her chest and tried to shove it into my jeans, but I took my palm away, kissed Her:

- No, no, dear... We're late.

She sighed, kissed me on the cheek:

- Can you shave?

I pushed my jaw forward and scratched my chin:

- Do you think we should?

I went to the bathroom. Squeezed the gel out of the tube and carefully smeared cheeks and chin. She looked in and looked at me curiously. I nodded to her:

- What are you doing?

She laughed:

- You look like a cat!

- why?

I've already shaved. She watched my hands, periodically showing me where I missed. I washed my face. He got up, put his hands behind his head, moved his shoulders:

- Is that better?

She went in, quickly closing the door. She hugged me from behind. I pressed my head against Her, putting my hands on top of Her. Two pairs of eyes looked into the mirror: gray and brown. I winked at Her:

- Come on, it's time!

She hugged me tighter:

- You're so beautiful... And put your hands behind your head again!

I was laughing:

- Why?

Her hands went down to my hips, she was already unbuttoning her jeans. Her breathing became rapid.

- OK.

I put my hands behind my head again:

"Good enough?" Now let's go.

She was looking at me, licking her lower lip:

- No, no...

She sat on the edge of the bathroom. She was no longer wearing panties. She pulled off my jeans.