It takes several minutes to calm down enough to actually shower and wash up. I’m back to giggling, especially when Erik insists on washing every bit of me, making me shudder as his fingers play with my still very sensitive pussy.
We get out, finally, and get dressed. And watching Erik get ready for work, I feel my heart fill up and then empty. Then, I get a brilliant idea. “Hey, I’ve never seen where you work and you’ve seen my workplace all the time.”
“You work at a bar, Rylee. Even if I weren’t hanging out with you, I’d know your workplace.”
“I know, yes, but what if I followed you into town today and got to see the firehouse.”
Erik stands and gives me a kiss. “If you want to waste your afternoon tailing me to the firehouse, that’s fine with me.”
I get so excited that I bounce around like a kid just told she’s going to Disneyland. “Okay! Let me go get dressed.”
“You are dressed.”
“I’m stay all day at the hotel room dressed, not go see my boyfriend’s place of work dressed.”
There’s a brief pause as we both compute what I just said.
Boyfriend.
Wow.
I’m afraid to look at him and his reaction so I hurry off to dress.
We get into Erik’s car and the drive is somewhat quiet, but it doesn’t feel strained. It just feels comfortable. I turn to look at him. He’s the most incredible person, and I just feel so amazed every time I look over and see him still there.
I reach over and place a hand on his thigh. He gives me a brief smile. “Better keep things PG. I have to keep my head in the game today.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be on my best behavior when I meet all your firehouse buddies.”
His smile wavers a bit, but he covers my hand with his and I shrug off any misgivings.
This is my guy. My boyfriend. Of course, he wants me to know all about his life.
Right?