lather up my body with Claire’s lavender scrub, it smells amazing. Then I grab my Old Spice shampoo and conditioner, but when I turn it upside down, nothing comes out. Realizing it’s empty, I grab Claire’s Sunsilk shampoo. I look at the label, “Strawberry and Cream”, whatever though, shampoo is shampoo. I wash my hair and can’t stop sniffing the air as it fills up with a sweet strawberry smell.
After washing my hair, I hear Claire knock on the door and yell, “Hey! I made some breakfast if you want any before you head out!”
I turn off the shower and reply through the door, “Really? Thank you, yeah I’ll be right out.” I quickly dry myself off with a towel that I then wrap around my waist. I grab my clothes and quickly scamper from the bathroom to my bedroom. I don’t really like women seeing my body, since it’s not anything impressive in terms of masculinity. As I’m searching for some clothes to wear in the closet, the idea crosses my mind to put on the panites under my boxers today. I swiftly put it out of my mind, but the thought keeps coming back. I think, “If they’re under my boxers, nobody will know. But, if I just jacked off right now then I’d be disgusted by the thought of it. No, it’s okay for a guy to wear panties, it’s just because they’re comfy, it’s not gay or anything.” My dissent breaks and I open the drawer and take out the frilly panties. I slip them on, put on my boxers, and then put on some jeans. I grab a t-shirt that’s just a bit too small, but I like Passion Pit too much to get rid of it. When I walk out into the kitchen I see that Claire has made some eggs, toast, waffles, and already put some coffee on the table for me.
“Woah, thank you so much. Is this coffee for me?” I ask, pointing at it.
“Yup, I already had a cup myself. Sorta why I’ve had enough energy to make this much this morning.” She says to be, turning around from pouring the syrup onto her waffles.
I chuckle, and grab the cup. I take a long sip, knowing I’ll need a couple cups to be able to stay awake during the lecture I have this morning. The coffee tastes really good, but I can’t really put my finger on exactly what the added flavor is. “Hey Claire, what’d you put in this?” I ask, after finishing the last gulp. “It’s really good.”
“Oh yeah, I think it’s this new creamer.” She says, reaching into the refrigerator and taking out a bottle of Almond Joy flavored half and half. “Do you want me to pour you another cup?” She asks with a smile, reaching out for me to give her the cup. She seems to be in a really good mood, which is rare for her so early in the morning.
“Yeah, thanks.” I say, giving her the cup. I walk over to the table and start eating the plate she’s prepared for me. I hear her pour the coffee, and then hear a small plurp as she pours in the creamer.