Last year for Valentine's day I came home to a dozen red roses on my kitchen table and a glass bowl filled with red and pink wrapped chocolate hearts. Sheri may deny it all she wants but she is extremely romantic when she wants to be.
This Valentine's Day we decided to play it low key. We weren't really feeling the whole Valentine's thing-I actually have always been pretty anti-Valentine's. I'd rather receive a bouquet of flowers in the middle of June, or an 18-egg crate of Cadbury Creme Eggs in April. Or when I get a random knock on my door and Sheri's on the other side.
I need to back up a few days.
Sheri has finally obtained a steady-paying job, not something so touch & go as real estate. She starts on Monday and she'll end up working nights & weekends so we only had two more Saturdays to spend together. Friday night we went out with her friends to celebrate her getting a job and they asked us what we were doing for Valentine's Day and we shrugged and said "Nothing." It aroused a chorus of "What? What do you mean you're not doing anything? Not even a card?"
Sheri looked at me, her eyes wide. "We're not doing cards, right? I didn't get you one." She said nervously.
I waved off her worries "Yeah, I didn't get you one either. It's fine. Tomorrow will be our Valentine's Day." I had planned on having our typical Saturday together. Lunch, sex, filet mignon dinner. In that order.
Normally on Saturdays we can be as loud as we want since my downstairs neighbor is generally gone for the weekends. Of course this Saturday she ended up being home during our sexy time. The Saturday before she was home as well and my bed wasn't squeaking but it sounded like it was banging up against the wall. Sheri and I kept laughing but I told her to lose herself in me and not to worry, maybe she didn't hear it.
This past Saturday we didn't make the bed move like normal but there was the matter of...reaching the mountain top if you know what I'm saying. I had to scream into a pillow to muffle my sounds and I'd lay there collecting myself asking "Was I too loud?"
Sheri would look up from my belly and say "No, you were all right."
She crawled up and took her spot next to me and I molded myself to fit her body. She wrapped her arms around me and I put my head against her chest. The only thing is that her chest is so large that it sounded like I was talking in a cavern which for the most part I was, a cavern of boobs. We always laugh that one day there will be a headline: A young woman dies. Death by Boobies, tonight on the 11 o'clock news.
After we laughed about it I began to kiss her softly. Those soft little kisses became deeper, more passionate. Soon our hands began to search for each other and we fell into our rhythm. When she started to climax I pressed my mouth over hers to try and stifle the sound and hopefully quiet it down enough where my neighbor couldn't hear.
Of course it wasn't 20 minutes after we were done that my neighbor left. Figures.
Monday night I had dropped off a bit of left overs for my neighbor downstairs as a peace offering for vacuuming early Saturday morning. When she returned my tupperware I invited her in to catch up since it had been a few months since we actually exchanged words. We were chatting for about an hour and we had been talking about how I work out after work and I try to get my workout in before she gets home because I jump all around like a crazy person. She was laughing and said "Yeah, the workouts I've heard sound intense. I actually couldn't tell if you were working out or having sex."
O_o
I.wanted.to.DIE. I wanted my floor to open up and swallow me whole. I was so grateful that I only had one light on in my apartment and she couldn't see my face turn 3 shades of crimson. I laughed nervously and said "Ohh nooooo...that's just working out...I uuhh...haa"
She started laughing and said "Suuuuurreeee"
As she was leaving my apartment she let me know that she'd be staying at her mother's house Wednesday through Sunday "So you can be as loooouuudd as you want" she said while halfway out my door.
Que nervous laughter again.
I immedately dialed Sheri and ran into my bathroom which is the farthest room from my front door and hissed "SHE HEARD US HAVING SEX!!" Of course Sheri thought this was the funniest thing ever and couldn't stop laughing. Her laughing only made me more embarrassed and I could imagine the next time she will be extra loud just to make me more embarrassed.
I woke up this morning still shaking my head in disbelief. As I was getting ready for work I remembered that today was Valentine's Day and wondered if maybe Sheri would surprise me by sending flowers or something to work. I quickly dismissed that thought because as history has taught me, I cannot imagine that she will do something that I so desperately want her to do because it rarely happens and then I'm disappointed. I had already resolved that I would be fine if I didn't receive anything for Valentine's Day.
When I was at lunch today with my co-workers our front girl came waltzing into the lunch room with that familiar green and brown box. "Flower delivery!" she chirped.
I knew instantly that Sheri had ended up sending me flowers even though we said no Valentine's Day anything. My entire face lit up, I was truly surprised and it was so much better than expecting the flowers just because it was Valentine's Day. This meant SO much more.
Even better though not only did she send me two dozen multicolored roses, it also had a teddy bear and a box of some of the best chocolates EVA. It made me a ridiculously happy girl to which my girlfriend will be rewarded handsomely, and loudly, this weekend when my neighbor is away.
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