�I promise, I�ll make my shower quick,� she shouted, her voice echoing from her bedroom into the living room. Damnit�.I knew I should�ve done some laundry before I left the house.
�No, that�s okay. No rush.� Apolo grinned as he watched a variety of bras and panties fly out of the doorway. �I�m enjoying this.�
Morgan stuck her head out the door, sticky strands of hair swinging out from behind her. �It�s not as if you�ve never seen my underwear before. Not even close,� she said, arching one of her eyebrows.
�Speaking of underwear, that reminds me, I really liked that one that had the hole by your ass. Easy access for me, huh?�
�Ooo baby, you know it.� Morgan�s face appeared once more. �Actually, funny story. We were playing flag football in gym that one time and Lynda Feldman�let�s just say that she didn�t snatch the flag of all things.�
Apolo laughed. His raspy voice echoed into Morgan�s room, and she grabbed the edge of her dresser to keep from falling over. She didn�t even need to see him; just to hear that distinct chuckle riveted Morgan beyond her most wanton desires. As she looked up from her crouched position, Morgan sighed. There in the corner of her room, hanging off a broken laundry basket, was a cotton pair of panties and a satin bra.
�Hey, where�d you get this picture?� Apolo traced the edges of the frame with one hand as he stared at the jovial faces looking back. There were a few displayed on the table, but this particular one caught his eye for some reason. It was an old photograph of him and Morgan, mouths filled with metal and smiles beaming ear to ear.
�Picture of what?�
�You and me.�
Morgan wandered out of her room with the change of clothes bundled underneath her arm, sporting only a towel around her body. She kneeled next to Apolo, so that they were eye to eye, as she studied the photo. �Oh, this one. Your dad sent it awhile ago, my freshman year at B.U. I think. Anyway, I believe he took it when we were in 10th grade, and he came to visit you in New York.�
�Look at how innocent we were.�
�I know, hard to imagine,� she whispered, looking up from the picture and back at Apolo.
Without hesitation, Apolo pulled her close to him, inadvertently dropping the photograph on the carpet. He kissed her along her neckline, taking the time to savor the saltiness of the rain and sweat that glazed over Morgan�s skin. She quickly pulled away from Apolo and stood up. Morgan�s hand still clung to her towel as she studied his playful expression.
�I still have to shower. So, I�m gonna go in that room over there, strip myself down to nothing, and lather my entire body, from head to toe, with soap,� she said, slowly edging towards the bathroom. Morgan dropped the towel underneath the threshold of the door as she waited for Apolo to ravage her from behind. Nothing.
Morgan stuck her head out. �This is the part where you follow me in, and we get our freak on.�
�Yeah, I know. I just felt like making you wait,� he replied, pulling his shirt over his head.
He shook out the hair from his face as he made his way towards her. Morgan�s eyes followed the sock that just struck her refrigerator. Smiling, she walked back in and closed the glass sliding door behind her. Morgan dipped her head under the hot jet streams. She arched her back in delight as the soothing water dripped down her breasts to her belly button. She closed her eyes and ran her fingers through the tangles of hair on top her shoulders. Morgan�s ears perked as she heard the bathroom door close shut, then lock over the noise of the running shower.
�What�s the point of soaping up when you�re just gonna get dirty anyway?�
Morgan turned around, now rubbing the bar of Dove over her arms. A slow grin spread across her lips as she carefully watched the water pour down Apolo�s hardened chest. She ran a single fingernail down his upper body, leaving a trail of white foam over the dark, curly hairs on his stomach. Not a single flinch. Morgan could tell he didn�t want to be seduced; he was ready to nail her right there in the shower.
�Condom and everything. I like a man who�s prepared. It�s a turn on,� she uttered, kissing and nipping at his pecs. He sharply inhaled as Morgan sucked a droplet off the edge of his nipple.
�Good. I always enjoy it when you�re slick down there anyway,� he whispered.
Apolo gently grabbed Morgan by the shoulders and faced her towards the streaming water. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to succumb to the feeling swirling both around and within the secluded glass doors. Morgan arched her back against Apolo, adjusting to the contours of his body like a spoon, as she felt his arm emerge through the rising steam for the soap dish.