Torn

chapter 3

I followed him out of the apartment and down to his car.  Neither of us speaking a word.  I looked at anything I could find to keep my eyes from him.  He politely opened the car door for me, I mumbled a thank you.  He walked around the car an slid into the driver's seat.  With us so close, in the small car I noticed his scent, for the first time.  It wasn't a perfumy kind of smell, not cologne.  It was just him, and it was incredibly sexy.

"Oh, shit," I suddenly exclaimed.  "I forgot to bring the laundry."  Why?  Because I had been busy fantasizing about him.

"Tell me where it is, and I'll go grab it for ya," he offered.  I told him and he immediately left to get the basket. 

He returned after only a couple of minutes, and tossed my laundry in the back of the car.  His laundry was apparently inside a pillow case.  I smiled when I noticed.  He slid into the car and flashed me the most beautiful smile. 

"You wanna shop first, or tackle the laundry?" he asked casually.

"Laundry," I answered.

"As you wish, Wynnie," he nodded  We rode in silence to the laundromat.  He parked the car and hopped out quickly.  He hurried to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for me.  I blushed, thinking how sweet that was.  He carried in the dirty laundry and placed it on a table in the back. 

I started sorting the clothes into different machines.  He watched for a minute then chuckled.

"You should just do what I do, just toss it all in together.  Much easier!" he smiled.

"Oh, lord, why don't you let me just toss your stuff in with mine and Brett's?" I suggested. 

He shrugged and emptied his pillowcase of dirty clothes into my basket.  As I sorted, I could smell a a tantalizing scent on his clothes.  God he smelled so good.  I blushed, and tried to keep my back to him so he wouldn't notice.  Once the washers were started, I went over and sat down beside him.

"So, Wynnie," he asked, "How'd you meet Brett?"

"We met in school," I answered.  "How did you and Brett become friends?"

"His folks lived next door to my grandma when we were just kids," he said.  "We used to hang out, ride bikes and cause trouble."

"I bet you did!" I laughed.

"Where did you wanna go to shop?" he asked.

"Ummm, turns out I don't need to go to the store after all."  I really did need to go to the store, but I was going to look for panties, and I could not do that with him there.

"I don't mind driving ya," he said.  "It'll give me a chance to get to know ya, Darlin."

"I was just gonna pick up some personal items, no big deal," I shrugged.

"Like female things?  you know..." he trailed off.

"No, no, not that kind of stuff.  If you must know, panties, I need new panties," I blurted out.

"Oh, and you don't want me to see?"  he smiled.

"I figured it might be uncomfortable," I looked away.

"You could just follow my lead," he began.  "I just don't wear any underwear."

Oh my god, he was sitting right there next to me, in those skin tight jeans, and no underwear!  I blushed a deep red, thinking of him naked under his jeans.