Just barely, yes

Waking up the next morning, I still feel like crap, but I feel a lot better than before. I could use another day of rest, however I also know I could manage to get through a day of work and I don't want to use up too many of my sick days, so I decide to go into work. Glancing over at the bed, I see that Sarah is fast asleep. Considering how tired she looked yesterday, I decide not to wake her. I quietly get up, go to the bathroom and shower, getting dressed for work. Sarah isn't the only exhausted one. Even after dressing for work, showering, and my first cup of coffee, I'm yawning at the kitchen table as I eat my breakfast.

"Hey kiddo!" I hear a cheerful voice call out to me. At least one person in this apartment is well rested and happy. Very happy. Mr. Robinson has a huge smile on his face and a massive bulge in his boxers that I pretend not to notice. "Feeling up for work today?" he asks as he sits down.

"Yeah it's about time to get back to it. Can't laze around the house all day," I say with a grin. He always taught me the value of hard work.

"That's my boy. What about Sarah? Is she awake yet?" he asks, to which I shake my head. We make some small talk at the table before he gets up. "Oh, I just remembered, the guest toilet was acting up last night."

"Do we need to call a plumber?" I ask worriedly, not sure if we have the money to cover that.

"Nah, it's nothing I can't fix. But in the meantime, I'll just use yours, alright?" he says as he gets up, his morning wood still there.

"Oh, uh, sure, just try not to wake Sarah," I tell him as he walks towards the bedroom.

I'm not sure if he heard me, because I hear voice groggily say, "Liam?" before the door swings shut. Too late now, I suppose. As I eat my breakfast, I hear noises coming from the bedroom. It sounds like bed springs. For a second, I wonder if Sarah is jumping on the bed like a little kid and chuckle. More likely that she is tossing and turning as she tries to sleep.

My mind wanders back to the unfinished blowjob she gave me as I eat my breakfast, my mind full of images of a naked Sarah pleasuring me. My imagination runs so rampant that when Mr. Robinson finally leaves the bedroom, I imagine a naked Sarah on her back, legs spread wide as the door shuts. I shake the image from my head. Like Sarah would sleep naked, let alone let Mr. Robinson see her like that. I quickly finish up my breakfast and head to work, texting Sarah a love you and goodbye so as not to wake her up as I rush down the bus stop.