Spirits in the Material World, Part 6
by storyteller0112
All persons are over the age of 18, and all characters and locations are totally fictional.
Thank you to all who read these, and especially to those who provide feedback via comments.
I just can't seem to let this go. Too much for these characters to do.
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Sunday:
Alan's alarm clock radio flipped from 5:59 to 6:00 am, and the song emanating pre-dated the occupants of his bed. The Monkees' happy voices intoned the virtues of being a 'Daydream Believer', and smiles erupted from both Rose and Alan.
"Yes, sweets, this does seem like a daydream, and I so want to believe it," Rose admitted.
They were cuddled in each other's arms, covered up, and just loving this little slice of life together.
"As do I, Rose. As do I. Let's go forth and make this daydream a reality, shall we? Join me for a shower?"
"Oooh, Alan, sometimes you have the very best ideas."
Rose and Alan emerged from his bed, both naked as skin on skin seemed to have become their new standard. They held hands as they marched across his bedroom to the ensuite and proceeded to shampoo and lather each other most thoroughly. No sex happened, but there was a lot of teasing and touching as they delighted in each other.
"Alan, do you have a hair dryer?" Rose inquired.
"Sure. I don't use it, actually it hasn't been used since Laura, but it's there under the sink." Alan was a little surprised that he could mention his late wife's name so casually, but maybe that was a good thing, as long as he did not dwell on it.
"Would you please go make us some coffee, Alan?" Rose batted her eyes at him while trying to pull off the puppy expression. "I need some creamer in it, though."
"I'll head down right now, Rose." And Alan slipped on a t-shirt and shorts before heading to the kitchen.
He checked the creamer bottle's contents, estimating there was enough left for two mugs. He started the full pot of coffee brewing and got out two mugs and poured one of the mugs ΒΌ full of creamer. He wasn't sure how this was going to work, with the three Lawson ladies each wanting cream in her coffee. Maybe he could get Maggie or Julie to opt for some hot chocolate or juice instead. Before the brewing cycle had completed, Alan had poured the two mugs full of coffee and set the pot back to catch the rest of the brew, and Alan headed back to his room.
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Something was tickling David's nose. He rubbed at it, and it seemed to move away, but then it tickled him again. Waking up, he realized it was Maggie's hair tickling his nose. Like her sister, she was 'octopused' onto David's 'starfish', but she was on his right side. Her head lay on his right shoulder, her right leg wrapped around his right leg. Aside from the itching of his nose, David was as close to heaven as he could imagine.
He bent his head down and kissed her forehead, and he got a pleased, "Hmmm" from her. She tipped her head back and found his lips with hers. Kissing for a second and morning breath be damned, her tongue tickled his lips and he welcomed her into his mouth. With her waking up more, it became a ferocious battle back and forth as to whose tongue would win. Gracefully, he allowed Maggie the honors of that victory, and he gently pressed her away so he could roll and get to his knees so he could head to the bathroom.
Flushing and brushing completed, David headed back to his room and his girlfriend. He loved the sound of that word in his mind: girlfriend. It was going to be a difficult next three weeks at school before he could see her again, so he tried to store up all the pleasant memories to tide him over. He stood just inside his doorway dressed only in his silk boxers, looking at Maggie. Sensing his return, she craned her neck to look at him, and a wonderfully satisfied smile crossed her face.
"I need to go do that, too," she commented, and she struggled out of the sleeping bag and stood. Her nightie had gotten a little skewed, and a naked breast peeked out, which she rectified before walking past David. As she passed him, the back of her left hand dragged across the front of his boxers, and she liked what she had caused, if only by accident.
Looking at his clock, it was 7:15, so there was a lot of time before they had to get ready for worship. So, he headed to the kitchen, scenting that coffee has already been brewed. Being the nice and kind guy he was, he prepared two mugs of coffee, one of which used up the last of the creamer. He would be sorry for whoever didn't get creamer, but his priority was his girlfriend.
By the time he had returned to his room, Maggie had addressed her hygiene needs. She made him set both mugs of coffee on his desk before wrapping him in her arms and greeting him with gratitude and warm kisses.
"That was the last of the creamer in the house, so please treat it with respect," David advised. "There will be more coffee available at church along with donuts and pastries before the worship time; that's usually the breakfast plan for Sundays around here."
When she prompted him, David tried to explain about the whole worship service. The music which many found to be uplifting, the sermon which sometimes seemed a bit too long, and the diversity of the congregation. He would be wearing jeans today with a dress shirt and some loafers which would be a good match for what she brought to wear.
"Would you please wear a tie for me?" Maggie requested.