Not fully

Luckily, the next day is a Friday, so I don't have to call off work again. Unluckily, I'm still not feeling all the way better. I'm still mostly confined to the chair. It sucks waking up alone, and sleeping in the chair really hurt my back. All the pain and discomfort is worth it in order to keep Sarah from getting sick. Speaking of, when I look over at the bed, I don't see Sarah there. She must have woken up already. I try to see if I can hear her.

I hear Mr. Robinson say, "Faster, come on, I'm almost there!" He never struck me as the type to play racing games on his phone. I guess the world is full of surprises. "Yes! Take it all!" He must have won his race.

"Can I go now?" I finally hear Sarah's voice. He must have made her watch him play his race. Poor girl, I've tried to get her into video games before and they just don't interest her.

"Sure, I'm done with you for now." A few seconds later, Sarah comes into the room with a tray of food.

"Good morning! I made you a little something. Sorry, it might be a little cold, I got... distracted." With my appetite returning, I tear into it. It is cold, but that doesn't bother me too much.

"Thanks, Sarah, it's delicious," I tell her, making her smile. "You know, I had this really weird dream yesterday about you and Mr. Robinson..." her face freezes and a terror flashes in her eyes. "But I don't remember any of it."

"I wouldn't worry about it then!" she says quickly and a lot more forcefully than I expected.

"Oh, sure, I wasn't going to," she gathers the dirty plates and leaves for the kitchen. I hear her say something to Mr. Robinson in an angry voice, and I can hear their muffled voices start to argue. Their argument continues for a while, and Sarah's continues to argue, but her words has a weird rise and fall to it, like someone trying to speak while on a mechanical bull. Eventually, she falls silent. Then I hear her get angry again before she comes stomping into the room, straightening out her skirt, walking slightly bow-legged.

"I need a shower," she announces as she walks by, her face still showing her anger. I don't even have the time to acknowledge her before she slams the door to the bathroom and turns on the hot water. By the time she comes back out, she seems to have calmed dowm a lot.

"Feeling better?" I ask carefully.

"Yeah," she says with a sigh. "Just a lot going on these days. Sometimes I feel like Mr. Robinson is trying to help me. Other times, I think it's all about his own pleasure."

Her phrasing is a bit odd, but I know exactly what she means. Sometimes, he would challenege me with something really difficult with a smirk on his face like he was doing it just to tease me. In the end, I always ended up better and more skilled than I was before. "Look, his methods are unusual, but he gets results. You have to trust him."

"Okay... Is there room on that chair for two? I'm not ready to work on school yet." I shuffle over to the side, giving her space to cuddle up next to me. It's a tight fit, but not uncomfortable. Having her next to me makes me feel so much better in fact.

I look into her eyes. "I love you so much. I don't tell you that enough."

"I love you too!" She leans down to kiss me, using a lot more tongue than she does normally, not that I'm complaining. She grinds her body into me in a way that instantly gets me hard. I know she has no idea what she is doing, but damn she is acting like an experienced seductress! I can barely take it, my hands holding her tight, trying not to finish just from her kiss. When I feel her hand rub the outside of the bulge in my pants, I stop her.

"Sarah, what are you doing?" I ask, confused. I know she isn't doing it intentionally, but it's almost like she is trying to have sex with me!

"What? Nothing!" She says, getting out of the chair quickly. "I just thought- never mind. I have to go study!" She rushes out of the room, no doubt embarrassed by what she accidentally did. A few minutes later, I hear something from the living room.