Confusion

Just like the past five years at three o’clock I’m wide awake, so use to getting up to help make the morning meal for the rest of the inmates. Oh well, checking on Karen finding her sound asleep, dried trails of tears down her face I gently remove the rope, hoping for the Ambien to make her forget everything after the coffee. Without waking her, I go into the kitchen and start preparing a breakfast fit for my princess- egg benedict, hollandaise sauce, fresh baked blueberry muffins and freshly squeezed orange juice.

Everything is ready when I hear her stir a little after seven. She comes out naked, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, making her way to the washroom. A flush sound then she returns, finally spotting me by the table, finishing setting it!

“Who are you and how did you get into my apartment?”

“Morning to you to Karen, I’m Jim, I help you with that drunk last night!’ I see that she’s remembering. “I stayed and made you dinner and did the dishes.”

Her eyes widen, stammering “Did, did, did we have se….?” rushing back into the bathroom before I could reply. Seems the ambien lived up to it’s claims of amnesia for some people, I decide to play on that! “She returns with her diaphragm in her hands a look of relief on her face.

Looking at me, I start my spiel “Hey look I understand we hit the bottle hard last night, but I’m not the kind of guy to have sex with a lady and disappear before morning!” She looks to the floor ashamed at what she’s thinking. “I mean I may not wake up besides them but I'm there with a homemade breakfast ready for them upon waking!” Motioning to the table. Walking over to her, taking her hand “So if you want to go hide your little friend, I’ll begin serving your breakfast!”

She looks confused, until I point to her diaphragm, then going to put it away, returning in her robe, tied tightly closed around her. Pulling out her chair “Milady!” She takes her seat and I serve her her plate. Eyes widen as I place a basket of hot muffins in the middle of the table, pouring her a glass of juice. “If I have a piece of toast and a glass of milk I think I had a good breakfast!’ Looking at everything “I don’t think I can eat all this and go to work!”

“Good thing then it’s your day off then!” Smiling at her “If we eat too much, we could always go back in and burn off a few calories to make you feel better?”

“Yeah, about that I’m sorry for freaking out like I did!”

“Understandable, you come out to a stranger in your place and all!’ Trying to ease her mind “I’m just glad you didn’t scream police or ****!” Chuckling at my private joke.

“No it’s just that I don’t remem…”

“Shhh! Not exactly proper conversation for breakfast!” Stopping her fast. “But if it’s any consolation, you’re the best I had in the past seven years!’ Didn’t mention she’s the only one I had in that time! She blushes as she cuts her egg open.

“Thank you for the lie!” Taking a bite, “Oh my god this is heavenly! , my compliments to the chef!’

“Now I need to say thanks for the lie!” But in her case it wasn’t much of a lie. Between us we polished off the benedicts, four of the six muffins and drank all the juice. Pulling our chairs back I undo a notch on my belt while she loosens her robe’s belt, reveal a little skin. Blushing at me as she quickly closed her robe again before remembering we slept together.

“What am Ii thinking, we had sex together, so you’ve already seen me naked!

In my mind ‘seen you, used you and plan on doing it again multiple times before leaving!” “Does seem kind of silly considering last night doesn’t it?” Unhooking my belt and unzipping my pants “Mind if I join you, nearly nude?” Shaking her head no, I strip until I’m just in my boxers. My cock making a bit of a bulge, her eyes drift to it, the a blush returns to her face!

I can see it in her eyes, she’s trying to remember last night and failing miserably “I’m so sorry but I can’t seem to remember how we met!"