What an intoxicating funk, a day out of the apartment had sensitized my nose to the airborne aphrodisiac.
"Do you really think I should shower?" Nekimi posed the question innocently enough, though the hurt behind it was evident.
A primal musk permeated even the thick, black sweater that had virtually bonded with Nekimi's figure. My girlfriend was particular about the clothes she wore and seldom washed them; an endearing quirk of hers.
"Neki," I began, struggling to remain focused with the tempting scent that surrounded her, "you've been cooped up for days; it's time to shower, hun."
Nekimi hugged her knees like a child, the contours of her muscular shoulders imprinting through the sweatshirt; she swiveled from side to side in a teal, oversized gaming-chair. "Mmm, not true! I...snuck to the gym...at midnight...so I could be alone." A nervous warmth filled her pallid cheeks, Nekimi's cyclopean eye shielded by a generous veil of ebony bangs. She's so cute when she tries to hide her feelings.
Per usual, Nekimi was averse to wearing pants in the apartment. I caught a glimpse of her perfect mound; the edges of a dark bush peeking past a pair of black panties stained with creamy discharge.
Nekimi continued, "I-I'm afraid if I get clean, I'll just start sweating again..."
Her voice trailed off into a sigh, her singular eye gazing at nothing, lost in thought; regret, fueled by lust, consumed me.
"Perhaps," I closed the distance between us, taking in her natural perfume, "we can shower later. I missed you today, Neki." I had no intention of washing away her lovely