Cherry Waves

In short, you never know how dirty your house is until you pay attention.

Cleaning the entire apartment was incredibly tedious; there was so much dust and mess that you were almost embarrassed. But Sully never said anything about it, not even a little bit; she silently helped you with the things you weren't good at.

"Okay, I need to clean this pigsty more often," you said, sighing and plopping down on the sofa, mop handle still in your hand. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back.

"I'll remind you whenever I can," Sully replied from behind you.

She cupped your face in her hands and leaned down to give you a little kiss on the forehead.

"Yes, please, I'd appreciate it," you breathed deeply, "honey, did Chaeyoung tell you what time she's coming?"

"Um..." Sully pulled her phone out of her pocket, checked the chat, and let out a little squeal: "She said 7:30 and it's already 6! I have to get ready!"

"Please don't take too long in your bath, sweetheart. I need to bathe too."

"But... we've bathed together before, daddy."

You opened your eyes immediately and saw her looking at you with a small smile.

"Wait there, sweetheart, I'm going to put this away," you said, holding up the mop handle.

"Okay!"

Sully went straight to the bathroom, and you got up to go to the kitchen to put away the mop, bucket, and all the cleaning supplies you had used to clean the apartment. When you had everything put away, you walked quickly to the bathroom.

The first thing you saw when you walked in was Sully's bare back. As she pulled down her pajama pants, including her panties, you couldn't help but glance at her cute pussy. She glanced at you and then looked over her shoulder with a shy smile.

"Oh, hi, I didn't think you'd be so quick," she laughed, turning so you could see her body.

And so you did, taking in her small breasts, her smooth legs, and, above all, her flat, long, and incredibly sexy stomach.

"How could I not? The idea of ​​helping to soap up that lovely body is always appealing."

You walked slowly toward her, taking off your t-shirt, shorts, and underwear. When you were in front of her, you wrapped your arms around her hips, squeezing her buttocks. Sully shuddered slightly, but took a small step forward to press your cock against her stomach.

"Honey... we're in a hurry, we're just going to take a shower, right?" she tilted her head as she looked into your eyes.

You looked at her and then noticed her adorable high bun. She placed her hands on your shoulders.

"I'm not promising you anything," you said, moving closer to her face and giving her a quick kiss. "Let's go."

You and Sully got out of the shower half an hour after getting in.

You couldn't convince her to have a quickie, sadly. Her excuse was that it would take too long, so, as compensation, she gave you a soapy handjob that left you more than satisfied. You had come on her tummy, so it took her a little longer to wash her skin.

"Ahhh! I don't know what to wear!" Sully complained, wandering around your room, still wrapped in a towel, while you were already putting on your favorite black sweatpants.

"Honey, relax, Chaeyoung is a normal girl like you and me, she's not the Duchess of Edinburgh," you said, sitting up in bed to put on your socks and then your slippers.

"But I want to look pretty! I can't look like just any girl in front of such a beautiful girl," she said, going back to her bag, emptying it onto your bed, and looking for clothes.

You remained silent, and without her noticing, you raised your eyebrows, sensing something more than just a simple attraction to Isa.

"You're beautiful without even trying, I don't think that's a problem," you said, getting up and going to find a hoodie in your closet. It took you a few seconds, but you finally chose an olive green Nike.

You were ready in no time, and Sully was just putting on her underwear.

"Go get everything ready, I promise I won't be long, okay?" she said, then let down her long, silky brown hair.

"I'll wait for you, love," you said, walking over to her, standing behind her, and giving her a quick kiss on the neck before heading out to the living room.

There wasn't really much to do out there. You had left the whole apartment spotless just before you went to take a shower. You just had to straighten the sofa cushions, turn on the air conditioning, and put on some music at a low volume. Your first choice was Lost by Frank Ocean.

The atmosphere in the living room was perfect, but you felt something was missing. You thought about it for a moment, standing by the sofa, until it occurred to you to put on a ten-hour YouTube video of a campfire on the TV.

"Done," you muttered to yourself, genuinely proud of something so simple, and then sat down on the sofa to wait for Sully. "What a genius you are, Ezio."

Twenty-five minutes passed, and it wasn't until then that you heard your bedroom door open. Seconds later, Sully stepped between you and the TV. You looked up and met a somewhat nervous and insecure gaze.

"So? How do I look?"

She raised her arms diagonally to her sides, and you took a moment to analyze her outfit. A short, black and white striped turtleneck sweater; dark blue jeans and Converse sneakers. Her hair, loose but pulled back at the nape of her neck. A perfect choice.

"You nailed it with that sweater," you nodded thoughtfully. "Gorgeous, gorgeous!"

Still seated, you put your arm around her waist and rested your chin on her stomach to look at her. She sighed in relief.

"I'm glad you like it," she said, and then gently stroked her face. "Do you think she'll like it?"

"If she has as good taste as I do, then yes," you smiled, and the smile was contagious.

"You know how much I love you, right?" She stroked your cheeks with her thumbs.

You smiled, mesmerized.

"You remind me of that every day, sweetheart," you said, pulling her closer, lying down, and sitting her on your right thigh.

Sully wrapped her arms around your neck and began playing with your hair.

"Baby... Can I ask you something?" she asked softly, watching the strands of your hair she was playing with.

"Sure, tell me."

"Chaeyoung-unnie... do you think she's pretty?"

The question caught you off guard. You didn't know where she was going with this.

"Um... well," you paused, choosing your words, "it would be silly not to think she's pretty. In fact, yes, she's beautiful."