We were next door neighbors, Sarah and I, so after I fucked her the first time I just figured it would probably become a regular thing. I guess I just imagined she'd end up bringing over a toothbrush and spending more time at my house then she did at her own. But it had been almost a week and she hadn't even tried to contact me since then.
I knew that there were plenty of other girls out there. As a matter of fact, I had actually seen a moving truck out front and a new girl moving in downstairs. But I've got to admit it was sweet to find someone right next door, especially one that gave a killer blow job like Sarah did. I didn't get to stick it in her butt like I'd hoped to, she got freaked out when I busted out the lube, but hey, nobody's perfect. I wasn't sure why she was ignoring me though, maybe she doesn't like repeat business or it's possible that she found, or already had, someone else.
I had laundry in the washer and I went down and switched it out. When I came back upstairs I couldn't stop thinking about Sarah. I think the other part that was pissing me off was that she had taken all of her panties with her when she left last time and now I didn't have anything left to remind me of her while I was jerking off.
I knew she had been home lately because I could hear here moving around in her apartment and early in the week it sounded like she was pounding a nail in the wall. I wasn't sure what side her bedroom was on so I couldn't say exactly if she'd had any other guys over in the meantime but I knew I hadn't seen or heard anyone.
I wanted to pour myself a drink or just sit in a big comfy chair and watch television but it seemed like a horrible idea since my mind wouldn't focus on anything but Sarah. I decided instead to go to the bathroom and take a cold shower. I couldn't stop thinking about how confident she was. You would have to be very brave and even a little bit crazy to pull off something like that and Sarah had done it with style.
When I was done showering, I went down and grabbed the laundry. I was thinking how excited I was to go down there the last five weeks since I was growing more and more certain that there would be a surprise waiting for me every time. I was almost positive Sarah wouldn't waste her energy now since the secret was already out.
I was so prepared for disappointment that I decided I wasn't even going to look inside until later. But I did need a clean change of sox and after twenty minutes of pacing back and forth and changing the channel a dozen or so times, I finally gave in and dumped the basket out on the floor.
I didn't have to look very hard to find them. Laying right on top of the pile were a red, white and blue pair with stars on them. My heart started racing, she hadn't forgotten about me. All of this time I was running around wondering if Sarah even remembered I existed and apparently she was just waiting around for laundry day again.
I didn't waste any time this time around. I grabbed the panties, went next door and knocked. There was no response at first and the windows looked dark but I knew if she had just gone through the trouble of planting a pair of her underwear down in the basement, then she had to be here and she probably was at least as horny as I was.