Yes

I consider getting up and getting something to eat, but between my erection and still feeling sick, I decide against it. I can hear a bit of arguing from the kitchen, which makes me feel a bit bad. However, I have my own problems to take care of, grabbing my erection in my hand and trying to take care of my arousal myself since I doubt Sarah is coming back anytime soon.

"Come on, not while I cook," I hear Sarah whine from the kitchen as I stroke my dick.

"I thought bitches were good at multitasking," Mr. Robinson retort. I'm only half listening as I jerk off, and even though I'm trying to be quiet, I soon start to hear wet slapping sounds from my self pleasure.

"This isn't safe, the stove is hot!" I hear Sarah protest, and I wonder what kind of joke Mr. Robinson is playing on her. I don't hear his answer, too absorbed in my own fun to listen in. I close my eyes, imagining what it would feel like having Sarah finish me off with her mouth, and I must be getting too excited because soon the wet, slapping sounds get faster and louder, despite the fact that the blanket over my lap should be muffling any sounds.

"Fuck, you're so tight, Ginger Tits," I hear Mr. Robinson say, and I wonder if Sarah is being stingy with the seasonings again.

My fantasy quickly turns to me taking Sarah's virginity. I can almost hear her moan, grunt, and pant as I have sex with her in my mind's eye. The sounds she is making in my head are not all that pleasurable, but I suppose since the fantasy is her losing her virginity, it would make sense that she wouldn't be enjoying it as much as I am. I can just see my sweet, innocent and oh-so-sexy girlfriend underneath me as I gently make love to her.

I'm so close to finishing, half in, half out of reality, when I hear Sarah's voice, clear as day. "Wait no! Not inside!" I have never been the creative type, even in my daydreams, and I can't imagine Sarah letting my finish inside her, not at this point in our lives, risking pregnancy before we are even married. It snaps me out of my haze, and my poor cock throbs, once more brought to the brink of pleasure before stopping.

I hear Mr. Robinson grunt in pleasure, before hearing a smacking sound. "Good food. Better ---" I don't hear the last part. He must have really loved whatever she made if he smacked his lips lound enough for me to hear. "Chubby girls really know how to cook," he jokes. "Now this house better be spotless when I get back from work and don't forget to take care of Liam. Show him how good of a wife you are going to be." He smacks his lips again, even louder, which surprises Sarah, making her yelp. I hear him exit the apartment soon afterwards.

Minutes later, a bowlegged and pissed off Sarah enters the room. Whatever joke he had pulled on her must have made her pretty upset. Also, whatever it was, it made her clothes messy as she looks like she got dressed in the dark with her clothes put on haphazardly and her hair a mess. As she limps past me, she says, "I'm getting a bath." She is too short and pissed for me to ask her why she needs another bath today. She emerges looked less pissed, but even more tired. "I'm going to take a nap," she announces.

"Errr, didn’t you have a lot of homework due today?" I ask gently.

"Fuck!" She yells, once more pissed off. She grabs her laptop and storms off into the living room. I feel so guilty, not being able to do anything, as she spends the rest of the day doing homework and chores. She even has to take care of me, and the mad and exhausted look on her face stop me from asking her to pick up where she left off with her blowjob. As she finally finishes everything, she collapses on the bed. "What time is it?" she asks groggily.