No Ordinary Love (33 page)

“He likes Cap’n Crunch and bananas,” Angelo said.

That isn’t happening.
“Okay. See you at eleven.”

“Later,” Angelo said.

Trina ended the call.
Whew! Now where were we? Yes. I’m still naked, and Tony is shirtless in my bed.

“I am hungry,” Tony said.

“We’ll have to get brunch out,” Trina said. “We can get something on the way. Taylor Street Coffee Shop is just around the corner.” She straddled him. “So, you want me to teach—”

Tony swung his legs out from under her and left the bed. “I need to take a shower.” He took off his pants and underwear and walked into the bathroom.

He has to stop
doing
that!

Now we’re both naked, and neither of us is getting busy.

This is so twisted.

She went into the bathroom as Tony turned on the hot water. “Is it getting hot?” she asked.
I know I’m getting hot.

“Yes,” Tony said. “You need a shower, too.” He held out his hand.

I have never taken a shower with anyone but myself.
She grabbed Tony’s hand. “I hope we both fit.”

“There is room,” Tony said. “You are slender.”

Trina got into the tub and turned the lever for the shower, directing the spray away from her hair.

Tony handed her a washcloth. “I will watch you.”

She rubbed soap into the washcloth and began soaping her body.

Tony reached out and touched the foam on her stomach. “So pretty.”

“The soap?”

“Your stomach,” Tony said. He looked down. “I am growing.”

Yep. He likes my stomach. A lot. All those one-piece-of-toast breakfasts are finally paying off.
“It’s okay.”

“Yes, it is,” Tony said. He stepped closer and scooped some of the soap off Trina’s breasts. “I am growing more.”

Trina turned around and washed quickly, rinsed, and handed Tony the washcloth.

“You did not wash your hair,” Tony said.

“I wash it every two weeks or so,” Trina said.

“I can wash it,” Tony said.

“We can wash it later tonight if you like,” Trina said. “But we have to hustle now if we’re going to get some breakfast and get to the museum by eleven.”

Tony began soaping up his body. He reached out a finger and touched Trina’s right nipple. “Does this hurt?”

You’re
killing
me, man!
“No.”

“I am staring at you,” Tony said. He washed under his arms and between his legs.

“What are you staring at?” Trina asked.

“Everything,” Tony said. He stepped under the spray, rinsed, and turned off the water. “I will not wash my hair either.” He reached out and held Trina’s hips. “I want to give you an orgasm now.”

“Are you sure?”
I will scream, and my neighbors will call 911.

“I am sure.”

Trina took his hand and put it between her legs. “Put your finger . . . here.”

“It is a button,” Tony said.

Trina closed her eyes. “Yes. It is a button. Your finger is on my clitoris.”

“What do I do?” Tony asked.

Nothing! I’m so close!
“Um, just . . . press my button.” She felt Tony’s hot finger press once, twice—

“Oh yes, thank you, oh God, thank you, Tony!” She opened her eyes and kissed him full on the mouth until her spasms subsided. “You are a fast learner.”
And I am so embarrassed! He touched my clitoris twice! What is wrong with me?

“I pressed your button twice,” Tony said. “And you had an orgasm.”

He was counting, too!
She felt his penis poking her belly button. She put both hands on it and stroked it several times.

“Oh yes, thank you, oh God, thank you, Trina,” Tony said. He looked down. “Much came out on you.”

“It’s okay,” Trina said.
I could have had octuplets!
She turned on the shower and rinsed herself off. “Did it feel good?”

“Yes,” Tony said. “Twice.” He stepped close and put his finger on her clitoris again. “It is your turn again.”

“I don’t know if I can do it again so soon, Tony,” Trina said.

“I will press your button three times this time,” Tony said.

“Um, let’s try . . .”
Oh, his hot finger covers it completely.
“Just . . . move it in small circles.”

“Small circles,” Tony said.

Trina closed her eyes.

“You are closing your eyes,” Tony said.

“It helps me concentrate,” Trina whispered.

“You are not having an orgasm,” Tony said.

“Not yet,” Trina said. “I’m close, though.”

“What else can I do?” Tony asked.

She picked up his other hand and put it on her left breast. “Squeeze gently, and when I tell you to, squeeze my nipple hard.”

“I do not want to hurt you,” Tony said.

“You won’t hurt me,” Trina whispered. “I won’t feel a . . . oh, shit, squeeze my nipple!”

Tony pinched her nipple and held it tightly.

Trina moaned and nearly fell back and out of the tub.

“Are you okay?” Tony asked.

“Oh yes,” Trina said. “I am . . . feeling wonderful.”

“You did not say ‘Oh yes, thank you, oh God, thank you, Tony.’”

Trina smiled. “Sometimes I only moan like that.”

“Your nipple does not hurt,” Tony said.

“No,” Trina said. “You squeezed it just right.”

“Good.” He stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel, handing it to Trina. He took another towel and began drying himself off. “I must brush my teeth now.”

Trina blinked.
So it’s give Trina her second orgasm and go back to his routine. I’m standing in the bathtub panting while he brushes his teeth as if nothing has happened. The man is a machine! A sex machine who gave me two orgasms within ten minutes.
She smiled.
I just had two orgasms in ten minutes.

She got out of the tub, wrapped the towel around her torso, and bumped him with her hip. “Um, I need to tell you something.”

Tony took his toothbrush from her medicine cabinet and covered the bristles with toothpaste.

“Nod if you can hear me.”

Tony nodded and started to brush.

“The next time you give me an orgasm, do you think you could hold me tightly afterward?”

Tony nodded.

“I like to be held tightly after I have an orgasm.” Tony only brushed for two minutes, spit into the sink, rinsed his mouth, and put his toothbrush back into the medicine cabinet. “I will hold you now while you brush your teeth.”

Trina smiled. “It’s okay. You can hold me next time.”
And there will be a next time. There will be many next times.

“I will hold you now,” Tony said. He positioned Trina in front of the mirror and hugged her tightly from behind.

Trina looked into the mirror as she brushed.
I’m wearing only a towel and a naked man is holding me tightly while I brush my teeth. We have to make this part of our morning routine, too.

“I will go get dressed in my new clothes,” Tony said, and he left the bathroom.

“I’m sure they’re wrinkled,” Trina said. She tightened the towel under her arms. “We need to iron them.”

Tony appeared naked in front of her. “I am not allowed to touch the iron.” He looked down. “And I have no clean underwear.”

If this man goes out in public without underwear, the whole world will see his moose knuckle.
“We’ll have to have Angelo bring you some.”

“I will call him.”

While Tony told Angelo to bring him new underwear, Trina took off her towel.
If he’s naked, I’m naked.
She picked out a pair of black jeans and a red and black flannel shirt from her closet.

“I told him,” Tony said. “He will bring the underwear here.”

“You didn’t tell him you were naked, did you?”

“No,” Tony said.

Trina smiled. “You didn’t tell him that I was naked, did you?”

“No,” Tony said.

“Do you mind if I walk around the apartment naked?” Trina asked.

“I do not mind,” Tony said. “Are you going to teach me how to iron now?”

Ironing naked. Another routine I will definitely enjoy.

Trina plugged in the iron, made the bed, and laid out Tony’s pants. “Your shirt looks fine, so we’ll only do the pants.”

“It is a no-iron shirt,” Tony said.

“There is no such thing as a no-iron shirt,” Trina said. “You’ll have to iron it eventually, but not today.”

With a few sprays of starch, Trina speedily ironed one side of Tony’s pants. “Were you watching?”

“Yes,” Tony said.

Trina flipped the pants and smoothed out the cuff. “Your turn.”

Though much slower than Trina was, Tony ironed the other side of his pants flawlessly.

“Please put them on now,” Trina said. “And your shirt. You can’t go to the door naked when Angelo gets here.”

“No,” Tony said. “But you are naked.”

“So I’m flirting,” Trina said.

“I like it when you flirt,” Tony said.

Her
phone rang.
What now?
She picked up her phone. “Hello?”

“Hello, Nurse Woods. This is Ellen Sprouse.”

She covered the mouthpiece. “Tony, I’m going to need some privacy for this call, okay?”

“Okay.”

Tony left the bedroom, and Trina closed the door behind him. “Hello, Nurse Sprouse. How are you?”

“Oh, I’m fine and dandy, Woods,” Nurse Sprouse said. “How is your illness coming along?”

“I’m feeling much better,” Trina said. “Thanks for asking.” She opened a drawer and took out some black underwear, black socks, and a black bra.

“Oh, I
know
you’re feeling better, Woods. I’ve seen you on the television with your boyfriend.”

Trina pressed the speaker button and put on her underwear. “Okay. And?”

“You took two and a half sick days this week, Woods, and it is obvious you are not sick. I doubt you were sick the day you left early, too.”

Trina put on her bra and sat on her bed. She grabbed her socks. “Okay. And?”

“The hospital administration has also seen you on television, Woods. The whole world has seen you on television.”

“Get to the point, please.” She put on her socks.

“Because you lied about your absences, you will
not
get paid time off for them.”

Trina sighed. “Fine. I gotta go. I’ll see you Monday.”

“Oh, you won’t see just me, Monday, Woods. You have to go up before the disciplinary review board.”

Trina sighed and shook her head. “Why?”

“For lying to a supervisor and dereliction of duty,” Nurse Sprouse said. “These are serious charges.”

“Miss Sprouse, I don’t have time for this. Hold on.” She turned off the speaker, covered the mouthpiece, and picked up her pants. “Tony, could you iron my pants, too?”

Tony opened the door. “Yes.”

Trina handed him the pants. “Light on the starch. These are black jeans.”

“One spray,” Tony said. He laid the pants on the bed.

“Right.”

Trina left the bedroom and sat on the arm of the couch. She uncovered the mouthpiece. “When do you need me to appear before the board?”

“Monday at seven AM sharp,” Nurse Sprouse said. “Don’t be late.”

Click.

Lovely. Most nurses in this situation get a warning for a first offense, so I’m not worried.
She looked at Tony intently putting expert creases in her pants. “That was Nurse Sprouse.”

Tony didn’t look up. “The heartless wench. You have to work today.”

“No,” Trina said. “No working today.” She moved into the bedroom. “You do a really good job, Tony.”

“Thank you,” Tony said. “I like to iron your clothes.”

I think I am falling in love with this man.

Trina jumped when Angelo pounded on the door.

“Hey, open up!” Angelo yelled. “I’ve got Tony’s . . . stuff.”

Trina grabbed her jeans and put them on. “Go to the door, Tony,” Trina whispered. “And
please
don’t tell Angelo we’ve been walking around naked.”

Tony smiled. “He would not believe me anyway.” He left the bedroom.

Trina closed the bedroom door and laughed as she put on her shirt.
And neither would I.
She smiled at the woman in the mirror.
Woman, you have lost your mind. Walking around naked in your own apartment.

She left three buttons open on her shirt.

And if this is the life I’m going to have from now on, I hope I never find my mind again.

31

T
rina listened through her bedroom door.

“What took you so long to come to the door, Tony?” Angelo asked.

One of us was nearly naked,
Trina thought.
And to think that I used to be so shy.

“Trina and I had to iron some clothes,” Tony said. “She taught me how to iron my pants.”

“Your pants look great,” Aika said.

“Thank you,” Tony said. “Trina is a good teacher.”

Time to go out now,
Trina thought.
I don’t want Tony telling them what else I’ve been teaching him.

Trina kicked her underwear and bra away from the door and opened it. “Tony ironed my jeans, too.”

Aika pouted. “You never iron
my
clothes, Angelo.”

“Because you do not wear so many,” Tony said.

“Hey, hey,” Angelo said. “Let’s go get some culture. The taxi’s waiting.”

Tony held up the bag containing his underwear. “I must put on my underwear first.” He went into the bathroom and closed the door.

Trina stared at her hiking boots.
Please don’t ask—

“Has he eaten breakfast yet?” Angelo asked.

“Um, no,” Trina said. “We were going to get brunch on the way at Taylor Street Coffee Shop. It’s two blocks from here.”

“I got a taxi waiting,” Angelo said. “And Aika and I already ate breakfast like normal people, you know, at
breakfast
time.”

“We’ll get it to go then,” Trina said, “and we can eat it on the walk to the museum. It’s less than a mile from here.”

“It’s raining,” Angelo said.

Trina went to the closet and took out two umbrellas.