Breakfast in bed, then off to work

During the night, Sarah barely got any sleep. She kept waking up during the night, complaining about nightmares, and even when she was asleep, I could hear her whimpering. When I woke up, Sarah was still asleep, and instead of waking her up, I decided to do something nice for her before leaving for work. I quietly slipped out of bed, got myself a quick shower, and headed to the kitchen. On the couch, Mr. Robinson was snoring loudly, oblivious to the world. As I'm the only one with a regular job, it seems like I'm the only one who feels obligated to wake up early in the morning.

I put on a pot of coffee and grab some food from the fridge. Sarah loves waffles, so I look up a recipe and start cooking. I can't help making a mess in the kitchen, with flour and dirty dishes strewn about. At least the waffles turned out tasty. I grab a serving tray and put a plate of waffles with eggs and bacon on the side, a cup of syrup, and a fresh cup of coffee with two creams and two sugars, just how she likes it, and carry it into the room. I quietly open the door to find Sarah sleepily coming to.

"Mmmm, something smells good," she says as she rolls over and opens her eyes.

"I hope it tastes good, too. Here," I put the tray on the bed next to her. "I made this for you."

Sarah beams and gives me a kiss. "Oh wow! You're so sweet." I smile back. Seeing her happy always warms my heart. "What's the ocassion?" she asks as she takes a sip of her coffee.

"No ocassion. I'm just thankful to have the best, sweetest, most beautiful girl in the world as my girlfriend." Sarah wraps her arms around me in a hug and kisses me deeply. My cock stirs, a much more common occurence these days, and I have to break away from the kiss before I get too hard. "You eat up, okay? I have to head to work, but I'll be home before you know it."

Sarah smiles, then frowns. "Wait, so I'll be alone with.... him?" She seems worried, maybe even a little scared.

I brush her off. "Don't worry. I'm sure he will be busy looking for apartments or something all day. I doubt he's going to want to hang around here all day." She seems mostly satisfied by your explanation. "Now eat up. You need your strength to study!"

As I leave the bedroom and check the time, I curse quietly under my breath. I barely have enough time to get to work without being late. I had intended to clean up the dishes before I left, but I lost track of time. I spot Mr. Robinson groggily getting up off the couch.

"Good morning!" He grunts in return. "I made coffee and waffles and bacon. Feel free to help yourself. Oh, and just tell Sarah not to worry about the dishes. I'll clean them up when I'm home." Mr. Robinson gives a weird look at that last statement. Something between dissapointment and disgust but then he nods as I rush out of the house.

I just barely catch the first bus in time, and let out a sigh of relief. I spend the next two bus rides preparing for work. My job requires a lot of my attention, so as soon as I'm on the way, I can't spare too much time thinking about how things are going on at home between Sarah and our old teacher. As soon as work is over, though, it all comes back to me, so before I head home, I rush down to a flower shop and grab a bouquet of roses before running to my first bus back, just making it in time. I'm anxious to see Sarah again, and it's all I can think about on the long ride home.

I have to restrain myself from running home as well, and when I open up the apartment door and announce, "Hey, I'm home!" the first thing I notice is that all the dishes are done, cleaned and on the drying rack. Huh, I guess Sarah chose to ignore my message. Or maybe Mr. Robinson did them for me. I look around getting a vase for the flowers, and just as I'm wondering what's taking her so long, Sarah emerges from the bedroom, closing the door quickly behind her as she runs up to me. She doesn't have her usual at home attire, today wearing a tighter shirt and leggings that, while not as tight as other girls wear, shows off her curves much more than her baggy shirts and sweatpants.

"Aww Liam, you shouldn't have," she says with a huge smile, wrapping her arms around me in a tight embrace and kissing me. Her mouth tastes minty, like she was just chewing gum or just brushed her teeth. Since I don't see Mr. Robinson anywhere, I pull her in closer, feeling her large breasts pressed against my chest. I kiss her for a good long time, my pants growing tight with excitement before she finally breaks it off. "Someone is happy to see me," she says with a grin.

"Oh, you have no idea," I look around, "Is Mr. Robinson out?" I didn't see him around when I first opened the door, and given the small size of our apartment, there aren't many places he could be.

"He's around somewhere," Sarah says vaguely.

"Just had to use the bathroom, that's all," his voice comes from the direction of the living room. That makes sense, but it is odd. I could have sworn the door to the guest bathroom was open and it was empty when I walked in.... I must have not been remembering it right. Sarah's body tenses up as she hears his voice and turns to watch him approach, but she doesn't say anything and just looks at the floor.

"How were things while I was at work? Any luck on the housing search?" I ask.

"Ah, no luck today, kid, but Ginger and I had some good talks and we even had some fun together." When he says that Sarah tenses up even more. "What about you? How was work?"

"Funny you should mention it, actually. Something happened that reminded me of something you said yesterday..." That sparks a lively discussion between the two of us that lasts all the way through dinner. When I'm done eating, Sarah grabs the plates and starts cleaning up without a word while I keep talking. Then it hits me that it's my turn to do the dishes. "Shoot, let's put a pin in this. I'm supposed to be the one doing the dishes tonight."

When I stand up, Mr. Robinson puts a hand on my arm, pulling me back down to my seat. "Don't worry about it. I had a little talk with her today, and she agrees that she should be doing the majority of the cleaning around here, since you're the one paying all the bills."

That's not the agreement we had when we agreed to get an apartment together, but if Sarah thought it was fair.... "I guess you have a point."

Mr. Robinson smiles. "She is very eager to make a good wife for you, she just needed a little advice." I turn and smile at Sarah, who is bent over the sink doing the dishes. With her tighter clothes, the outline of her shapely ass is much more visible. I wish I was sitting in Mr. Robinson's chair so I could watch it while we talked. "Hey, since I won't be here much longer, how about the three of us do something fun, huh?"

"That's a good idea. What do you have in mind?"