Cherie – Chapter 47 – Pay It Forward – Part 2

After our first amazing sex session, she usually dozes off. I am just the opposite. I feel energized and a bit euphoric. I tell her I’m going to go downstairs and try doing the laundry again. It’s probably 10pm by now.

I grab the bag and head down. The dryer is empty but there is a finished load of wet towels in the washer. Damn it! Did one of my neighbors throw in a load of towels and fall asleep? I could be a dick and just pull out the wet towels and place them on top of the dryer and just play through with my laundry. I do just that, but have an idea.

I put my stuff in the washer, add detergent, and load the $1.75 in quarters into the vending mechanism and hit the start button.

I go back upstairs and get some more quarters, a piece of paper and a pen. I try to collect as many quarters as possible on a regular basis because my daughter is always stealing them and doing her laundry on a weekly basis. I don’t mind!

I go back downstairs. I load the pile of wet towels into the dryer. I have just enough quarters to do their load and then do mine. After that I’m out of quarters. I pay for their dryer time and push start. I go back upstairs and sit quietly at my desk and do some writing while my girlfriend peacefully sleeps.

Forty minutes later I go back downstairs. My was is done and I check on my neighbor’s towels. They’re dry!

I fold all of their towels and stack them neatly on top of the washer. I then compose the following note:

Hello Neighbor,

I really needed to do my laundry tonight. I couldn’t wait any longer, so I paid it forward and did yours too! – (My initials)

I tossed my laundry into the dryer and paid for it with my last seven quarters.

I went back upstairs and felt really good about myself. I just thought of a great way to really do something nice for someone for under two dollars! Try to think of way you could do something that thoughtful for someone for under two dollars! I can’t think of anything. If you can, let me know in the comments section.

An hour later I go back downstairs and my laundry is finished! I bag it up and head upstairs. My neighbor’s towels are still stacked on the dryer along with my note. Mission accomplished!

I drop the bag on the floor of my bedroom and slink beneath the sheets beside my love, and fall asleep after my busy day.

The next morning we wake up pretty early. Actually Cherie woke up before I did and instead of my alarm, she awakened me with her mouth. What a glorious way to start a Sunday!

We don’t have to get up yet, so we decide to get it on. I love morning sex, because you’ve had some rest and can really get going.

“Do you want me to wear a condom?”

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

“Yes.”

Cherie: (Gives me the look)

Me: (Immediately suits up)

It’s wonderful and hot has always. Cherie is an orgasmic machine. I like this new condom rule. I feel completely safe and so does she. It actually turns me on more that I’m going to blast away inside her like I’m supposed to without any pesky new humans showing up in nine months that I have to raise.

 

We shower and head out to breakfast. Her Saab is parked down at 19th and Bainbridge so I decide to take her to Honey’s Sit n’ Eat down at 21st and South st. It’s a little rustic breakfast and lunch spot that serves really good home style meals. They accept cash only. Usually this place is slammed on the weekends but it’s early and we get seats at the counter. Which is good because we’re near the back and it’s much quieter.

Staff was on point, food was delicious and there were no issues. The place is a little pricey but Cherie never asks for anything and I’m delighted to take her our to a really hearty breakfast.

Here’s the coolest, most amazing part of the meal. (Other than my beautiful baby) When I walked in music was quietly playing in the background. I like when they play the music at a low volume. I don’t like a noisy restaurant and don’t want to have to shout during my meal. Highway Star was playing by Deep Purple. I like that, but every song after that is from Black Sabbath’s second album Paranoid. Then they started playing songs from their third LP, Master of Reality. I’ve never been in a restaurant or a bar in my life, (and I’ve been in plenty!) that played that much classic metal by a single artist non stop. It was glorious. Because it was played at low volume it was if it was all for me as a bonus. I didn’t know I could be more happy than after a night and morning with Cherie, but that did it.

Cherie said she was sufficiently stuffed. (poor thing, 3rd time in 24 hrs!)  I only had a breakfast sadwich so I was

Cherie: “I’m stuffed.”

Me: “Aww poor thing. Feeling stuffed three times in 12 hours!”

Cherie: (Gives me a wry smile)

I happily pay the bill, and out we go. We get to her Saab and she drives me to the salon.

“When you get home text me so I know you’re safe, dear. Thank you so much for coming down to see me. It was wonderful! I love you, Cherie.”

“I love you more.”

 

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