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An Ordinary Morning


After taking a shower together we sat in her kitchen.  She read the
paper and sipped chamomile tea.  I drank Viennese coffee and nibbled
on my bagel and occasionally her earlobe.

-- Uh, oh, she laughed.

I slipped my hand inside her robe.  Her nipples started to go crinkly.

-- He wants something.

My hand slipped further down.

She put down her tea cup.

-- Hmmm, feels like you're still a bit wet and sticky, it must
be soap.  Maybe I'd better make sure you didn't miss a spot.

-- Oh, she gasped suddenly.  Look, they've cut the school budget again.

Damnit.

-- Don't worry, you know how these budget things go.  One day it's
in, then it's out, then it's in again.  You just got to go with it.

She opened her legs wider.

-- Huh, maybe... but things are kind of hard at work already.  Ungh!

She moaned, my poor dear.

-- You'll do alright.  Besides, if we, you know, live together we'd
both cut our expenses.  I mean, we'd get by if one of us had problems.

Her eyes went wide.

-- I'm serious.

She was trembling, biting her lip.  Almost.

-- You know, she said, the weather forecast is for storms.

I took my hand back.  I said:

-- And given the weather I suppose you'll want to catch the early bus.

She crumpled the newspaper in her fists.

-- Bastard.

I licked my fingers.  Bagel crumbs.

-- Aren't we men terrible?

-- You have your uses.

-- Yes?  Like?

-- Like, would you drive me to work this morning so I won't be late?  Please?

I slipped her robe off and tossed it on the floor.

I was all over her.  Neck, ears, the small of her back, the back of her knee.

I picked her up in my arms and headed for the bedroom.

-- Wait, my robe...

-- Don't worry, your roommates will pick it up.

                         *      *     *

We were both pretty quiet as I drove her to work.  She held my hand on
her lap while I drove and gave it back whenever we turned a corner.

We arrived.  She opened the door and got out.

-- Thanks for the ride.

-- Anytime.

-- You know, I could get used to this.  Getting a ride to work, I mean.

She grinned and shut the door.

I'll get her for that one.  Next time.


Copyright (C) 1998 by Thomas M. Carvett

Many thanks to the readers and writers who gave me encouragement and
told me what worked and what didn't.

Comments, constructive criticism, and hellos welcomed. :)

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morning.txt@1.9


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