Recommend Blogs: MILF NEXT DOOR are now sitting next to each other on a couch that isn't ours, in an apartment that isn't ours, in a puddle of love that certainly is ours. We look at each other and start to laugh. The longer we laugh, the more ridiculous the whole scene becomes. We realize we do not even know each other's names. I introduce myself as Bethanne, apt C-4. To my delight, he is Michael apt C-5. My breath catches in my throat as I understand that we are neighbors. I hope that today is an appetizer to the fun that is in store for the third floor. I tell him this, and he assures me that we aren't through. Then he gets up and walks to the towel that has long since been tossed to the floor. He wraps it around himself and tells me he will be right back. He goes out into the hallway. I am left with my thoughts racing. He returns in a minute carrying my wet clothes and my key ring from the common laundry chute.
