Tuesday and the new sense of normal

Tuesday starts out the same way. Snooze button, snooze button, coffee. Over to your desk, Alice gives you a kiss on the way out. Only difference is B isn’t up in the commotion of you and your wife. In fact, it is almost 10am, before she rolls out of bed, still wearing only your shirt from yesterday.

B gets her coffee, then comes sits on your lap to drink it. Her presence makes it a lot harder to type, but like you care about that. She otherwise doesn’t really disrupt you, just slowly drinking her coffee and watching you work.

Once she finishes up, she grabs your empty mug and brings the dishes to the kitchen, not appearing again for 15minutes, now dressed in her workout clothes.

“Well, I need to go make up for missing yesterday, so it’s gunna be a couple hours. Give me a call if you need me.” Then disappears out the door.

The rest of the day flew by. Work seems to be going well, nothing really stressing you out, but also enough work that you don’t have much free time. Next thing you know, it’s hours later, and B has returned to your lap, hair wet from just taking a shower.

“My shirt again, what, is this your new outfit?” You ask the half naked girl sitting on your lap.

“Fine, I’ll take it off,” she says as she throws it across the room, leaving her in just panties, a lacy blue thong this time.

“That’s not what I meant, but I’ll take it,” as you hold her in place so she can’t go get the shirt back, not that she was trying to.

The next hour is just work, B actually helping you word an email to a supplier that is screwing up, and another to your boss saying why you want to fire said supplier. You realize that she has a way with words, nice but firm. Making sure everything you say is backed up, so you can’t have anything pinned on you later. Maybe keeping her around is going to help in your professional life as well.

But, even with the help she was giving, she got bored and left, returning later with a couple of glasses of liquifed tree. This one tasting more like what you expect a month old christmas tree to taste like, but still you manage to suck it down. Then leaving again, and not returning.

You finish up the last hour or two of your day, and log off, wanting to find what your newest housemate is up to.

You find her in the living room, doing what looks like yoga. That’s right, she’s trying to open a yoga studio, so doing yoga makes sense. She’s changed again, into a green sports bra and black shorts. You watch her as she moves from pose to pose, her body perfectly flowing and then holding ease pose. You aren’t sure what you can do to help her, but, to be honest, there isn’t a lot of blood available to your brain currently to figure it out.

You grab a glass of water and sit on the couch, planning to waste time online, but instead just watching B in front of you.

And that is how your afternoon went, just watching B workout. Alice came home and this time turned down B’s invite for a workout, but instead changed into …. one of your shirts and a pair of panties.

“What, B said you made this the new house outfit, I’m just following orders.” being given as her excuse for her outfit.

You aren’t even sure which one of them made that up, but again, it’s not like you care that much. Your only real concern is how often you are going to need to be doing laundry if everyone is wearing your shirts.

Alice made dinner, you and B helped clean up afterwards, and the rest of the night was just three old friends hanging out and talking.

Next thing you know, you are back in bed with your wonderful wife, her head on your shoulder and boobs on your chest.