It had been almost a month since I last fucked Alice. Even though I've thought about her all day, every day, I had convinced myself that I was. I had even gone out the night before and tried to get laid. Even though I had come home with nothing but a potential hangover, right then I was lying on the sofa in my boxer flipping channels and feeling stellar.
The doorbell rang and I figured it was my landlord Carroll looking for this month's rent.
I got up, put on my bathrobe and sauntered to the door. Carroll was an out of shape, homely and old enough to be my mom, but she was my landlord, of course I wanted to bone her.
I pushed my chest out and swung open the door. Standing there crossing her arms with a pitiful look on her face was Alice.
I frowned inside but my mood lightened quickly. She was wearing tall brown boots with a short skirt and a western blouse with a silk scarf around her neck. She looked to die for with her hair all curly and flowing over her shoulders.
Alice on my face, Alice in a bathroom stall, just plain fuckin Alice. It was the only word on my mind for the last couple months and all I could think about now.
"What's your name?" She asked shyly through a tiny smile.
This shocked me more than anything, but she didn't insist, she just pushed past me and headed inside.
"Your kitchen is small." she said. "But it could definitely work with a little attention."
"What the hell are you saying?" I asked. "My kitchen is perfect."
She grabbed my arm and pulled me close to her. This was a part of Alice I'd never seen, soft and affectionate.
"The living room could definitely use some work, and where's the laundry room?"
