We got to the apartment and took a shower together and put on clean clothes. I had on a pair of running shorts and a T-shirt; Claire had on a tank top...and a mini skirt with pink panties We pulled the stained bed cover off and took it to the laundromat. Before we left Claire took off her panties. “Just the skirt?” I asked. “Sexier with no panties,”Claire answered. We dumped the bedspread in a large washer and sat in chairs to wait. I looked over at Claire and she had picked up her skirt exposing. We collapsed together, feeling, touching, holding, kissing, until she took my erection in her hand, guided me between her thighs and into her.Once, resting, I sat beside her looking at her body, lifting her breasts, spreading her thighs, turning her, touching her as she had done to me while we made long, languorous love. She watched me, touching me in return, keeping the fiery contact alive. When we joined again it was more urgent, somehow, than the first time."Tell me," I asked, "about 'trying. . but he had the money and her photos. Maybe she should just steel herself and do it. He was just a kid. She could deal with it."Good morning, slut."It was still a shock to hear him call her that."Good morning, Barry." Why are you dressed, Nicole?" What?" You're dressed. Why?" I have a class in an hour, I thought ... since we're chatting ... I wanted to be ready to go..." Do you know who wears clothes?" What ... I don't know what you mean." Do you know who wears clothes?" ... no." Good girls. At daybreak the following morning, I caught up with her at the apartment of one of her friends. Immediately I knew something was up. Her eyes had never looked at me like that. Then she said it.“I’m not going to lie to you. I was with Kevin last night. And yes, I slept with him.”She was obviously embarrassed but not ashamed. She said she was sorry for making me worry about her but there was no apology for spreading her legs, for letting another guy - an older more masculine guy put his cock.