Late Night in the Laundry Room

Moving to Waterloo and going to Wilfrid Laurie had not been my first choice of school. It had been second actually but after the chemo messed with my brain I didn't get into Columbia. I knew from Drew and Adam that Bianca lived here and also went to Wilfrid Laurie but in the three months I'd been in this city and at the school I had not yet seen her. Her amicable breakup with Drew had been the best thing for Drew and he and I had remained friends even after graduating. Of course, Adam was still my best friend. Eli and me… well, let's put it this way, Eli is a distant memory and I like it that way. At freshman orientation I'd met a charming junior by the name of Evan Michaels and we'd been dating for the last three months. Actually, he'd helped me find my apartment in this building. I had been given a dorm room but my roommate was a nightmare! Loud, obnoxious and slutty may have been putting it mildly. Hey there is nothing wrong with a healthy sex life but it's not like she was having sex just with one guy, it seemed to be any guy that smiled at her! I was sexiled from my own room 12 times in the first week! So Evan knew there was a vacancy here and he talked with the student housing department at school, they not only agreed to let me move out of my dorm but they would pay a portion of my rent!

Yeah, Evan was pretty great; in fact, he was currently upstairs cooking dinner while I was riding the elevator down to the basement to get to the laundry room, balancing a hamper full of my dirty clothes, detergent, dryer sheets and fabric softener. The basement laundry room was probably the one thing in the building that I didn't like. It was dank, musty and always cold. Of course, despite the fact that I knew it was always cold I never bothered to put on warmer clothing before trekking down here. Then again I was never down here for more than five or ten minutes at a time. Today for instance I was dressed for dinner with Evan, a dark sapphire dress with a sweetheart neckline that went to my knees and my black flats. Dressy for a dinner in my apartment I know but Evan came from a wealthy family where they dressed up even for dinners in, so he was in the habit and I always played along when he was over. Of course our dress clothes usually ended up piled on the floor sometime after dinner but oh well.

Probably the worst thing about this basement laundry room was the lighting. There were two lights in the hall and one dim light in the actual room with the washers and dryers. And two out of the three are always flickering! They all make those terrible low buzzing noises too. I'd even been down here a few times and had the light in the room go off all together for no reason! Leaving me entirely in the dark for a couple minutes before it would come back on. There were hookups in my apartment for a washer and dryer but I was living off grants and could not afford something so frivolous, Evan had offered to buy them for me but I refused to accept such a gift, I wanted to make it on my own. That is why tonight I was trudging down to the dank, dim and musky basement while I was dressed for dinner instead of doing laundry in my nice warm apartment. I couldn't put it off either, I was out of clean panties other than what I was wearing. As I approached the washroom I saw some familiar raven tresses with large hoop earrings peeking out.

"Bianca," I said cautiously but I was already certain it was her.

She turns at the sound of my voice and smiles upon seeing me, ceasing to put her laundry in the dryer as she does so.

"Hey I heard a rumor you were out here, so you live in the building too?" She question turning around again to transfer laundry into her dryer.

"Yeah I moved in a few months ago, I'm apartment 12," I tell her; yeah this apartment building is that small.

"Awesome, I live in the dorms but my boyfriend lives her so I'm here a lot. He's apartment 7," she tells me as I begin sorting laundry into the washer.

"That's funny my boyfriend Evan actually helped me find this place," I tell her.

Bianca finishes putting everything in the dryer, swipes her card and turns it on. Instead of leaving though she hops up on a closed washer next to mine and watches as I sort my laundry.

"Sexy," Bianca grins grabbing my black satin bra from my hand.

"Yes Evan thinks so too, actually so did Eli," I reply taking the bra back from her and tossing it in the machine.

"Clare you foxy minx I bet you look hot in these!" Bianca exclaims reaching over and pulling out my deep red lace boy short panties.

"Yes well Evan likes them," I tell her as my cheeks turn red, I really don't know Bianca that well and she's closely examining all my intimate things.

She keeps doing it too; every sexy panty and bra, even my amethyst colored nightie. Finally though, all my clothes are in the washer, I turn on the water, add soap to the dispenser and close the lid. The metal lid shuts with a soft clang and then the light in the room goes out just as I'm turning around. The next thing I feel in the dark is Bianca's lips on mine! They're soft, plump and shockingly exciting. I pull in a breath and then release it against her lips and her lips part, her tongue slipping out to find mine. Her fingers comb into my hair, brushing though my curls. She tastes sweet and has the slight taste of wine still on her lips, her velvety tongue warm and strong. The light comes on again but I don't pull away. She turns me, walking me back a few steps and pushes me against the dryer she was using then she breaks the kiss and I'm too shocked to say anything.

"Get on the dryer," she instructs.

I find myself doing just as I was told, like I no longer have a mind of my own. My palms bracing on the edge of the dryer I lift myself up until I'm perched on it. The heat and vibration of the dryer are turning me on and I realize my kiss with Bianca titillated me more than I thought.

"Lean back," Bianca whispers.

I do, leaning back and bracing my hands on the dryer top. I don't know why I'm listening, why I'm obeying so horridly mindlessly. If a guy, any guy was ordering me around this way I'd be snapping at them and telling them not to be a sexist pig. Yet with Bianca I'm blindly obeying. It's thrilling in a way and I know it's wrong. Firstly as much as I'm being aroused, I'm not a lesbian and secondly this is cheating, I have a boyfriend and so does she. Bianca reaches up pulling up the skirt on my dress, hooks her fingers into my black panties and pulls them down. Muscles deep in my belly tighten and tie into knots, a storm of invigorating lust and also nervously anxious fear goes through me.

"Bianca what…"

She leans over, pressing her lips to mine while she slips off my shoes and they fall to the cement floor with a soft thud. With my shoes off she takes my panties off one leg but leaves them around the other ankle. Then she pulls me by the legs until my ass is teetering on the edge of the dryer. She kneels down a little, puts my feet on her shoulders then her head goes down, her dark curls tickling the inside of my thighs and her large silver hoop earrings shock my skin a little with the cold causing me to suck in a breath. Before I can catch my breath her tongue slips into me and I hear an erotically pleased moan coming from my lips.

I lean back farther, scooting down more, her tongue swirling around and awakening nerve endings I didn't know I had. The heat and vibration of the dryer are only helping and making it all so sensually stimulating. The fact that this is so wrong makes it that much more exciting, the fact that we could be caught at any moment adds its own element of danger. Within a few minutes I'm writhing, squirming and putty on Bianca's nimble tongue. My moans echoing into the laundry room, her name falls from my lips with a heavy breath. My body tenses, my toes curling and then we hear the elevator ding just as I cum! She quickly stands and pulls up my panties, leaning over and whispering in my ear.

"You taste like strawberries and cream," she whispers as she fixes my panties.

I smile, blushing slightly and biting my lip as she helps me off the dyer. My knees are wobbly and I can barely stand as I get my shoes back on.

"Bianca?" Calls a boy I am assuming is her boyfriend.

"Clare?" Evan calls after him.

"Yep we're in here," Bianca calls back as I lean on the dryer to keep standing.

Evan and Bianca's boyfriend appear a second later. Bianca's boyfriend has short chestnut hair, deep brown eyes and a lean muscular build with a square jaw line.

"Hey you were taking a long time, dinner's ready," Evan says looking at me closely.

"It's my fault, Clare and I went to school together and we were catching up," Bianca apologizes. "You must be Evan, I'm Bianca," she says introducing herself as I can hardly stand let alone speak.

They exchange greetings and Bianca introduces me to her boyfriend Chase.

"You okay you're legs are shaking?" Evan asks putting his arm around me.

"I'm just cold," I lie.

He picks me up and kisses me, the three of them start walking to the elevator and I remain in Evan's arms. He does set me down as soon as we're all in the elevator. I won't look at Bianca, I can't or I'm afraid my knees will wobble again just having the sense memory of her tongue in my depths. When the elevator door dings we exit and walk down the hall, Bianca and Chase stop in front of his apartment and we keep walking.

"See you around Clare," Bianca calls with just enough salaciousness in her voice to make me bite my lip and the spot between my legs tingle.