They're still in the bedroom

The air in the living room was stale when I took my first breath in the morning. I was almost scared I fell asleep with my dick out while on the couch but then I remembered I'd never finished last night. That's when the aching started. I was hard as soon as I woke up. The blanket over me was damp too, a little spot that had seeped through my shorts and stained it. I barely even remembered what my dreams were but they must have been good ones. Dreams like Sarah in our bed completely naked, bent over with her lips wrapped tightly around my...

"Fffffuckkkkkkk. Good fuckin' job girl." Came the deep tone of my father's voice. It was so muffled I barely even made out what he said.

Sitting up I realized he and Sarah weren't even up yet. Down the hall our bedroom door was still closed. It occurred to me there would have been no reason to close it, Dad was the guest right?

Curiosity started getting the better of me. By the time I stood up and processed my Dad's voice I almost thought I heard Sarah desperately panting for breath. Did she wake up from a nightmare? These thoughts bounced around in my head as I slowly started to walk down the hall. My hand was on the doorknob when it turned and opened.

I was face to face with the most beautiful girl in the whole world. Sarah gave me a warm smile and immediately threw her arms around me. "Good morning sleepy-head."

"Morning baby." I greeted with real excitement. It felt like forever since I'd seen her last and yet I'd been asleep the whole time. She seemed wide awake on the other hand, but her eyes were still watery as if she'd just woken up I think.

She stepped out into the hall with me. I looked into the bedroom for a second and saw my Dad sitting on my side of the bed, the blankets over him and no shirt on. His chest was covered in really thick hair the likes of which I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to grow. He wasn't super in shape either, he'd always had a big pot belly. I didn't know he slept without a shirt on but at least he was most likely wearing pants. I'd feel terrible for making my girlfriend sleep next to my Dad naked. I can't imagine how embarrassing that would be for all three of us!

The door closed behind Sarah pretty quickly. She asked me a question I didn't hear while I was wondering why he was just sitting in my bed with hands behind his head and a dumb smile on his face. I didn't always understand what he was up to.

"Liam? I said do you want a water?" Sarah's repeated question snapped me out of my thoughts.

I don't know what came over me in that moment but I suddenly had the urge to kiss Sarah. I leaned in and pressed our lips together which she resisted at first. I thought I'd seen a look of disgust on her face. Why would she be disgusted? She got over it though and fell into the kiss. Her lips were really salty and had this strange taste on them I hadn't sensed before. This was the first time Sarah and I were living together so maybe I'd just never kissed her lips this early in the morning? She must need a water for herself that's why she was asking me about one.

After I pulled back from the kiss she had this odd surprised look on her face. "Why would you want to kiss me after that?"

I didn't understand her question at all. "What? Why wouldn't I?" I didn't quite understand why Sarah wouldn't want me to kiss her after she just woke up but I guess this was one of those strange things you learned about when you move in with your partner. Afterall I could still taste that salty taste on my tongue. If it was part of Sarah then I liked it! I was a fan of salty foods anyway and this was like a delicious dessert.

She just stared at me for a minute before she finally turned and went down the hall. I wanted to follow after her but that spot in my underwear was even wetter now after that kiss and that girl-flavor on her lips. It made me need to hit the bathroom.

By the time I came out Dad was still in our room and Sarah was already coming back with a glass of water in one hand already half empty.

"So," She started while looking at me. We were once again stopped in the hallway with only dim light over Sarah. I realized she was wearing very little, a camisole with no bra underneath that wasn't doing much to keep her boobs in place. And her nipples were on fully display. It took everything in me to avert my eyes and not just oogle at them. She was just in a pair of black underwear beneath the waist that didn't leave much to the imagination around her big hips and perfectly round ass. I'd be lying if I said I didn't check her out constantly when she wasn't looking. After getting into shape she'd become really hot!

"Wayne still needs one more go before he's ready. Three at night and three in the morning." There was some reticence in her tone but I didn't know what for. Was I asking her to do too much to prove her family commitment to me? It's not like she needed to prove anything really! I just wanted us to all get along. If that meant Dad needed more help at night and in the morning to make his stay here comfortable then I wanted Sarah to help me do it. I wasn't sure what he needed three of but it sounded like Sarah had it fully under control. She was gonna make the best nurse some day.

"That's okay Sarah, you can take your time if you need to." Again she gave me that almost hurt and confused look. But why? Was what I was asking of her really so bad? Why did she look so guilty too?

"Well we were supposed to go grocery shopping together this morning, remember? We only have the basics in the kitchen right now. I'm busy with Wayne but we really need to get stuff going before work on Monday."

I nodded and sighed. She was right afterall. And if she was doing all this work for Dad, it was the least I could do to take care of the errands. It was weird she was calling him by his first name but I guess 'Your dad' took too long to say. "Well tell you what, why don't you go help Dad feel at home and I'll do the grocery shopping!"

Sarah bit her lower lip. I couldn't tell if she was hesitating or excited. Maybe both? "Are... You sure? It's gonna take you hours to get the whole list by yourself..."

"Baby, please, let me do this for you. I want to, I want you to stay and get to know my Dad a bit it's good for you two to bond! Maybe you can watch a movie or play a game or something?"

She looked away from me and seemed to be blushing? Hard to tell in the dim hallway. "I'm sure we both know what he's going to want to do."

I didn't really but if she did that meant they were already getting to know each other well. What could be better? "Sure! I mean if you know what will make him happy it would make ME really happy if you did it for him. I want him to like you, you know?"

Sarah was silent for a long time again. She was acting so weird about all of this.

"And..." I added. "I promise when I get back I'll see if I can get him to try going back to Mom? Get him out of the house so we can be alone."

That seemed to perk my girlfriend up a bit. She took a deep breath and steeled herself for a few hours of fun with my father. She was always so much fun to play games with or watch shows with, I was sure Dad was going to have a great time with her! Then maybe I'd finally get to enjoy other parts of her...

By the time I looked back up Sarah had pressed herself against me. Our lips met again in a languid, passionate wrestle. She let me get a full taste of that morning salt taste which I honestly savored. It was diluted by the water she was drinking, but I was already getting excited thinking about the next time I'd get to taste that girly cream.

"Okay." She said. "I'll endure this and then we'll finally get to be happy. I love you Liam."

"I love you too, Sarah!"

She didn't look back at me again as she opened the door and stepped back into our bedroom. I saw Dad still in the same spot in bed, but with his hand under the covers. He smiled at Sarah but didn't stop bobbing his hand up and down under the blanket. Maybe he was just itching something. Finally the door closed in my face, and I set off to find the grocery list. I could only wonder what that loud slapping sound followed by a sharp yelp and giggle from Sarah could have been. I didn't hear anything else so I assumed she must have been fine.

Once I was dressed I grabbed my keys and headed for the door. The last thing I heard in my apartment was Sarah enthusiastically yelling "YES!" to something Dad must have suggested.

"That's my baby." I said out loud with a big smile.