The Morning After

Wednesday, May the 27th

In the morning you're briefly disorientated by your alarm even as you turn it off. The bedroom is darker than it normally is when you wake up. Oh yeah, you had set the alarm 45 minutes earlier than usual, and as your memory kicks in the reason you’re up early makes you smile.

The reason is laying naked beside you, on her stomach, one arm half draped over your equally naked torso. She's snoring, just barely loud enough to be audible, and you simply can't believe how adorable that is.

You had indeed felt the need to 'drag' her back to your bed again after an hour of snuggling on the loveseat and failing to watch Netflix. Later that night, you had ordered some Chinese for delivery - the delivery driver clearly was trying to look into your apartment to catch a glimpse of a guest, she must have noticed you had two meals for the first time - and then actually watched some random TV in a comfortable silence.

Then, you had crammed into your shower to wash up, only to spill back out, soaking wet, to fall onto your poor bed again. The second round had been sweet and gentle, but the third and final session had been even more frantic and hurried than the first. Finally, you had fallen asleep in each other's arms.

Now, in the early morning darkness, you quietly roll out of bed, your muscles protesting the previous day's exertions. You tiptoe into the bathroom to use the toilet, with only one bathroom to get ready in you want to limit the downtime.

Exiting back into your bedroom you see Jayne stretching under the covers.

"Good morning," you say softly as you get back in bed.

"Hmmmm, good morning Zach," she's smiling, her eyes closed, and you kiss her on the lips. "I liked falling asleep beside you."

"I did too Hallsy, and waking up with you here was wonderful." You embrace again, loving her heat after your brief trip out of the cocoon of delicious warmth that is your bed.

"This is sooooo comfy," Jayne says with a sigh, "do you think it would be suspicious if we both called in sick? I could be talked into just staying here for... ever? At least the rest of the day?"

You laugh, "Don't tempt me! I'd love nothing more, but I have a meeting today about my upcoming network upgrade. So get your incredibly sexy ass moving Hallsy!" To drive the point home you try to reach around to spank her, but she squirms and giggles so it's more of a grope. That works too.

Jayne presses up against you, and you can feel both her hard nipples and coarse pubic hair against your skin as she kisses you hard. Her thigh is rubbing your hard cock as she grinds her clearly aroused pussy against your leg. In your ear, Jayne whispers, “This doesn’t feel like you trying to kick me out of bed!” Her hand finds your hard cock and she gives you a tug that has you groaning in lust.

You’re just about to give in when Jayne lets go of your dick. “Shit, you’re right - I have a management presentation at 9 I can’t be late for. Sorry for the tease,” she laughs as you groan in disappointment, “but I’ll make it up to you today. At least once. Maybe a few times if you’re nice and let me use the bathroom to get ready first?”

“Deal!” You kiss her one last time. You are both wriggling around, and the constant sensation of skin on skin is not helping either of you settle down, but you finally pull away. With a regretful sigh that flatters you greatly, Jayne jumps out of bed and walks to the bathroom, naked, grabbing her gym bag of clothes and accessories. She is definitely adding a sultry swing of her hips as she struts away, and looks over her shoulder with a grin just to confirm you are hypnotized by the sight.

Twenty minutes later, you are both more or less dressed for work. Jayne joins you in the kitchen, her makeup on and hair done. You’re impressed she’s able to get ready so quickly, and say so.

“Well, my hair is a disaster but pulling it back with some clips is fine for today,” she says as she looks around your small kitchen.

“Jayne, I’ve never once seen your hair be anything other than well styled and pretty,” you say firmly. She smiles at you and chooses to just accept the compliment, but you know from her previous complaining that she’s always been annoyed by what she calls her “flat, straight, boring” hair.

Gesturing at the counter-top, you say, “I normally just grab coffee on the way in, but we have a few minutes. I can make you a coffee here, but I only have this pour over setup so it takes a few minutes. As far as breakfast goes I’m afraid I only have one yogurt in the fridge or I can make you toast, but I only have rye bread.”

“Your coffee setup looks fancy, I just have an old drip pot, unlike gentrifying hipsters like you. But we can stop and grab Starbucks on the way, I know you’re dying for your iced caramel macchiato.”

“I am offended by your implication I’m a hipster! But I also have to thank you for complimenting my coffee setup. The gooseneck kettle and pot are from Hario - that means ‘king of glass’ in Japanese apparently - and the scale is from Acaia, it connects to my phone for timing the brew as well as measuring the amount of coffee and water I’m adding. I used to hand grind the beans but I eventually got sick of that and I splurged on this Capresso electric burr grinder, it’s amazing. As you can see by the porcelain dripper I prefer the Hario V60 02 for my pour over, but I have thought about getting a Chemex too, I mean I love the Hario but there are some interesting recipes for making your own cold brew with the Chemex.”

Jayne is rolling her eyes so hard her entire head lolls back. “I guess I have to accept your incredible coffee dorkiness Zach. You’re lucky you’re so cute and good in bed!”

“I am very lucky,” you say sincerely as you look at Jayne standing in front of you, smiling. As you grab her in a hug, you can see her blush at your words and she gives a little ‘aww!’ as you hold each other tightly.

You rock back and forth for a minute, before Jayne, her head resting on your shoulder, mumbles, “We better go now before I drag you back to bed, to hell with our meetings!”

Finally, a half hour later, you are getting out of Jayne’s car in the parking lot at work. Holding your iced coffee, your bag over your shoulder, you can’t help but feel nervous as you and your new girlfriend walk to the staff entrance. Several people are getting to work about the same time, and while many of them you don’t recognize you know a few of them are on the third floor and clearly do. And, based on a few raised eyebrows, they also noticed you two drive up together.

Jayne seems unconcerned, and so you try to match her confidence as you head towards your offices and a new work day.