Peppermint Omega

3

My cheeks were flaming hot when I went to the front desk. 'Excuse me?'

'Hello, guest. Are you ready to check out?'

I shook my head. 'I did see you offer laundry services, correct?'

'Yes, sir. We do.'

'This is 3011's laundry,' I announced looking at the bundle in my arms. 'I do apologize for not bringing it in a bag. There wasn't one handing in the closet.'

'That is no problem, sir,' she said kindly and produced a bag from behind her counter. 'This is an extra service. Do I charge the card on file?'

I shake my head again. 'Can I take care of the laundry service in cash?'

'Of course. When do you want this back to the room, sir?'

'Maybe a couple hours?' I answered uncertain. 'Could you hang it on the door? I have left him a note, explaining that it would be waiting on the door.'

'Yes, sir. We can fulfill this request.'

After leaving the lobby, I went out into the wee-early morning air. It was too chilly for just a sweater. I was stupid for not bringing a jacket along, too. The city never sleeps but slows way down at this time of night.

His deep filling still hadn't left me. It made the trek back home uncomfortable. A pain was rising in my back, but I ignored it. Research prepared me. So, I wasn't surprised by it. But I think the pre-pain killers were wearing off. That also made me wonder if that was the main reason as to why I was nauseous from the get go. I had tried to sit on the train back home, but my ass started to pulsate ready to take him back inside. The memories made me blush and get hard again; so, I stood.

Back in my comfort zone, I slid off my clothes off at the door as soon as the deadbolt slid into place. They were bunched in my arms as I carried them to the laundry hamper. The shower was hot and short. We weren't in there to get lost in thought or cry. In, wash, and out.

He tired me out, to the point of barely able to think of anything else but him. I chuckled into a dragon pillow, nuzzling my face into the softness of the fabric while I lulled into a deep sleep.

*--*

Harsh sounds of normal people getting on with their Saturday mornings cruelly reminded me that I didn't have any such plans as well the lack of sleep from last night's activities. A lazy smile crept over my face. I wasn't a virgin anymore.

I was bold and completed that task off my list.. anonymously, too. Grumpily, I shifted in bed, turning on my side facing the closet. My back roared in an odd pain. The fullness that I expected to not feel was still there. Why though..

I didn't get to dwell on the thought much longer as I was pulled back into slumberland.

Several hours later, I woke up with the light of the apartment changing, from morning to later evening. The rays of the golden sun still poured in through the cracks of the blinds on the other side of the light curtains.

Slowly, getting up from the bed, I groaned out in discomfort, but it wasn't as bad as I thought. Maybe all that prep work? Don't dwell. You'll get greedy.

I nodded in agreement and shifted toward the living room. My living room and kitchen shared space. The only division was as sliver of a breakfast bar. I sat at the bar, thinking of what I wanted to put inside the gnawing bear inside my belly.

There was nothing that I really wanted. Shopping had not been done. And it had become a habit to eat alone. We have no friends. 'I know,' I answered aloud, getting up from the bar stool.

'Ramen, it is,' I announced, getting out my second hand sauce pan.

Filling the pot to the line where the nonstick coating had been wearing off, I placed it on the gas stove and searched for the ramen. I knew there were a couple packs left. Once the water boiled, I put an egg inside and set a timer.

Making a mental list of what there still was: a stick of butter, handful of condiments, jar of random picked carrot spears, old milk, three eggs, and two bottles of half drank water.

'This is a poor state of affairs,' I announced to the nearly empty fridge. 'Not your fault though. I shouldn't be so neglectful.'

14 minutes later, I was eating eggy ramen from the pot while watching something on my phone. I was curious though. Really I wanted to log back in and see if he sent me any messages, but I immediately deleted the BigDAB account. Well, not really deleted.. deactivated the account. I knew myself. I knew I would want to look at his account messages.

The really cool thing about this hookup site was it tracked your connections. If you did say you hooked up with another user, it showed a web. There was some pride in that. Some people liked to do display their "sex rings." Other's like to have them on display with ratings of their fucking in the notes.

When I had decided to message bigPLunger, he had no connections like myself. It wasn't from lack of trying. No one, I had met, wanted me. Not that they didn't think I was cute. I met a couple for coffee first. They just didn't like my body type - I couldn't be bitter about it either. People liked who they liked, and that was fine. I just was looking for a chance to find out what I liked.

The ramen pot was empty and sitting on the counter. Maybe I should take a peek? No. You did want you wanted. You said.. "I wouldn't let the sex get my hopes up." I knew.

'I know something else, too,' I said after a couple seconds of thought. What? 'I gotta stop talking to myself and answering. People are going to think I am really crazy.'