The Good Life

Chapter 10

**This one is a little explicit**

I’m not sure what that means…she thought to herself as they drove to her house.

“Come with me….” she demanded as they arrived at her apartment.

It wasn’t too late, but late enough for her to know better. She didn’t care.

He followed her toward the door. He didn’t care either.

She rummaged through her enormous purse. “Really? Now? Where is my key?” She mumbled to herself.

“It’s in your hand, Marla…” he looked at her.

“Oh…” she grabbed the key…opened the door and grabbed his hands.

“I need to feed the cat and go to the bathroom. Give me two seconds.” Marla told him. “Sit down, pleaseee.” She pleaded.

Marla went into the restroom grateful she had taken her boss’s advice, as she already had on the pinky lacy undies. She popped a Yaz, her Topamax, vitamins and put a condom in her pocket for later. She flipped her hair a little, put on some Burt’s Bees lip balm (she didn’t want to overdo anything…he said overdoing it killed it for him) and went out the door. She added a handful of Fancy Feast to a small cat bowl watching her fuzzy black cat eagerly eat the food she presented.

He turned around from his position on the couch watching her feed the cat, took off his hat, which uncovered the curliest Puerto Rican hair she had ever seen (wow!) and gave her a serious seductive face. He took her hand and led her towards his warm body. He pushed her long hair toward one shoulder and started kissing her neck gently. “Oh please, don’t stop…” she told him.

“Never…” he replied moving his hand under her shirt to unhook her bra gently. “Is this okay? We aren’t moving too fast?” he asked in between his kisses.

“Just don’t stop…” she continued. By the time her pink lingerie was the only thing he saw her in she decided it was time for them to go into her bedroom. She led him into her bedroom by a belt loop forgetting that she had textbooks all over her bed. She pushed them off her bed.

“Don’t lose your spot, you’ll hate yourself in the morning.” he smirked.

“Not if you’re laying next to me.”

“Well played…” he laughed.

She started to unbuttoned his blue and green shirt, unzipped his pants and felt him with every inch and space of her body.

**

Marla rolled over and they finished and covered herself with the blanket that had fallen off the bed. “I don’t….do this….ever…never…”

“You don’t do what?” he asked.

“I don’t hook up. Like for real. I’m that girl that doesn’t put out until the 5th date….never…..” she stood up with the blanket covering herself headed toward the bathroom.

She put on her first place shirt from earlier in the morning and sweatpants.

“Bruno….I think you need to go.”