Clean up

After a fair amount of making out and other aftercare, Ethan finds himself in Layla's shower. She insisted he take one, and made it very clear 'no' was not a viable answer. Washing up, trying very hard to be through, Ethan reflects on what just happened.

Obviously, this turn of events was something he had thought could happen, but the fact it did still had him in moderate disbelief. Frankly, he'd been dealing with a lot of that the past few weeks, but banging your forty-something-year-old neighbor a few days after finding out she has a massive cock might just top the list. Might. He really wasn't sure. He had been through a lot.

Finishing up, he got dressed and returned downstairs, looking around for his older lover. She was seated on the couch wearing a bathrobe, her hair pulled up and back into a lazy bun. Despite being so dressed down, she was still cock twitchingly hot. Glancing over at Ethan, she gives him a soft smile, then pulls herself up.

"Did you use the pink soap?" She asks, closing the distance.

Ethan specifically did, as she stressed that he use it. It seemed like expensive stuff, and it had a complex but pleasant smell to it. "I did yeah."

Layla leans in closer and sniffs Ethan, then draws back and smiles. "Excellent. Well, not to give you the boot, but I'm going to go shower." She shrugs awkwardly. "I take very long showers."

"Ah," Ethan shifts slightly towards the door. "I guess I shoul-"

"Yeah..." Layla chuckles, "Maybe next time you coul-" she hesitates, then shifts gears. "If, I guess."

The two stand in silence for a moment.

Layla breaks the silence, once again changing topics. "Are you going to the fair?"

It takes Ethan a moment to clue into what she's talking about. "Ah, um..." he really doesn't think he's got anything better to do. "Yeah, I am."

"Hm," Layla tilts her head, giving Ethan a knowing look. "I see. Maybe we'll run into each other..."

While Ethan doesn't always catch the hint, this one lands right in his glove. He gives a knowing look of his own, barely holding in the urge to wink. "Maybe."

After a final not-so-awkward goodbye, Ethan walks out the door and starts making his way home, reflecting again. Things with Layla were going somewhere, and he wasn't exactly sure where. The ride so far was fun, great even, but would the final destination be just as interesting?

He thought about that until well after he got home, mulling it over more from the comfort of his couch.