Wake Up Little Susie

You wake up with a naked Suzy still clinging onto you like a treasured possession, a contended look adorning her beautiful face even as she sleeps.

So last night wasn't a dream.

Having eschewed work for the past two days so you could fuck your host and bosses wife followed by your girlfriends best friend, you really should do the decent thing and at least show your face in the office today. It seems a shame to wake your latest conquest when she looks so peaceful but it would surely be worse to just leave Suzy lying there without saying goodbye.

"Oh, morning Chuck" she amiles dreamily at you as you rouse her from her slumber.

"What a perfect start to my day waking up next to you."

"Likewise" you smile back "But I've got to leave now for work."

"Are you sure I can't tempt you to spend another day with me instead?" she winks "we can go through my book again. Any page you like!"

"I can't tell you how much I'd love to do that and I promise we'll get back to it soon, but I really have to go into the office today."

"A quick fuck for the road then, angel baby?"

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Okay. So fucking Suzy twice means you'll now be heading into work an hour late, but it's not like John is going to take you to task over it. As you scurry down the stairs in something of a rush you hear a familiar voice cheerily calling out.

"Yoo-hoo! Chuck!"

"Ah good morning Sue I..."

You almost have to do a double take as she greets you in nothing but her lingerie. If this is Sue pulling out all the stops to outdo her daughter then you are all for such healthy and spirited competition.

"I see you are something of an early riser" she quips as she gazes down towards the bulge in your jeans, where it seems your member is ready and eager to be deployed for a third time this morning "I hope my attire doesn't scandalise you, but it's a warm day and I do tend to get a sweat on while I'm doing the housework."

"I, uh..."

"Say Chuck, I had a thought. Yesterday we got a little sidetracked by my daughter but, seeing as Suzy isn't currently monopolising your attention, perhaps you could very kindly help me with that medical issue we discussed before.." she lays herself down seductively on the couch in front of you "If you're not in too much of a rush to get to work, that is?"

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Right, so having fucked Suzy twice and then her mother once the start of your working day has by now been considerably delayed. Still, better late than never, you tell yourself as you stride purposefully towards your office and wonder whether you'll be able to make the short journey around the corner without having sexual intercourse with anyone else en route. Then, as you turn into Main Street, you are addressed by another familiar voice.

"Chuck, can we talk?"

It's Michelle.

Well, this conversation isn't likely to end in sex, sadly. Though if it can at least conclude with the two of you being back on good terms that would still be something worth stopping for.

"Michelle, about what happened in the library.." you begin a little nervously, not sure quite why this particular girl's opinion of you matters so much when so many others openly worship the ground you walk on "I'm sorry. I realise now that must have been..."

"No, please don't apologise" she cuts in quickly "You've done nothing wrong, I'm sure of it. It's me who should be apologising for accusing you of goodness knows what. But there seems to be something strange going on with the two of us, and what happened with the song spooked me a little."

She subtly motions for you to take a seat at the bus stop with her and you follow without hesitation. Work can wait a little longer.

"So I've been thinking about Moon River" she begins in a hushed tone "I did know it, for sure. And you're right, I adore that tune. But I didn't have a clue what it was when it started playing. That suggests to me that at some point before I woke up in Greenvale I lost some of my memories too. Though it doesn't account for how you knew it was my favourite song."

"I know this is going to sound like I'm making a move on you, but hear me out" you respond tentatively, needing to tell Michelle this but not wanting to spook her again "I think at some point before arriving here, for a time, the two of us might have been important to each other. Like, really important. I get visions of us sometimes when I'm close to sleep, just flashes but they feel extremely familiar to me, like memories. Happy memories of you and me together. And then I lose them. I know it sounds crazy, but that's been my experience."

"The thing is though Chuck" she frowns almost sympathetically "Unlike you I still have most of my memories from before Greenvale and you aren't in them. The actual window of time I'm unable to recollect is very brief."

"In the visions I have of you we're together in the summer, the winter, at thanksgiving.."

"But perhaps they're just that. Visions, imaginings or hallucinations rather than memories. Not that I'm saying it's impossible they could have happened. When we were dancing, for a moment I felt.." she quickly stops herself from continuing with that thought "It's just that the puzzle pieces don't quite fit for me."

"This whole thing is a real head scratcher isn't it? I really have no idea what's going on" you have to concede.

"Well, to help try and crack the mystery I'm going to stop taking my pills. Wish me luck"

"I've actually stopped taking mine" you tell her "I mean, it's been less than twenty four hours but I've not suffered any ill effects at all so far."

"Really?" she looks at you with genuine surprise "I've never heard of anyone stopping taking their yellow pills and not really noticing it soon after. And never in a good way either. Though that may be all the more reason to push through the withdrawal phase and come off the damn things for good."

"I'm here to support you with that if it helps."

"It does, Chuck. Thank you, genuinely" she smiles warmly at you, which almost melts your heart "The two of us need to stick together throughout whatever this is and have each other's backs. I hate the idea that we're being played with somehow. Anyway, I think I waylaid you on your journey to work so I won't delay you any longer. I'll see you around. Soon, I hope."

--

You finally arrive at work feeling pretty happy about your morning, even though there isn't much left of it now. You've fucked two beautiful women and patched things up with another and, though you do worry what response Michelle might have to coming off her medication, at least you have a good excuse to spend more time with her now. And maybe between the two of you there's a chance of getting to the bottom of whatever it is that is going on behind Greenvale's isyllic exterior.

"Hey Sport, it's great to see my star performer is the building" your boss tells you merrily as you stroll into the office more than two hours late "I just heard back from the bigwigs at the publishing company. Those pictures you took are causing a sensation there. Suffice to say they'll be paying us top dollar for them and I'll see to it you get a hefty bonus for your inspired work. I always knew you would be a natural at this."

"That's very kind of you to say, John. But all I really did was point the camera, the real talent is Marie."

"Marie? No, her photos are wonderful too but we'll save them for the next edition. I'm talking about Connie."

Oh. Fuck.

Some of Connie's shots were still on the reel? Perhaps you were enjoying yourself so much at the time that you took more of her than you'd realised.

"Er, John the thing about those photos was.."

"Did I feel my ears burning just now?" Connie smiles as she walks over.

"Only with gushing praise!" John assures her.

"I'm glad to hear it" she nods with a smirk before looking straight at you "It's good to see you, Chuck. You were relying on my services in an out of office capacity today, I believe?"

"Er...."

She shoots you a subtle wink.

"Yes, that's right. Sorry John, is it okay if I steal Connie away from you for the rest of the day? We have some, er, urgent matters to attend to."

"Be my guest, Sport. I may not be the smartest man alive but I know not to stand in the way of the boy genius and his top talent when they decide to collaborate!"

"Thanks John!" you tell him as you usher your assistant towards the exit as hastily as you can.

"Your 'top talent'? What's that supposed to mean?" Connie asks you in obvious confusion.

"Oh, nothing I'm sure. You know John...."