Spirits in the Material World, Part 14
by storyteller0112
All persons are over the age of 18, and all characters and locations are totally fictional.
None of these parts or chapters stand alone. The narrative picks up where the previous one left off.
Sunday, December 13:
Alarms sounded at 7:30 and 7:45 in the Harrison house that Sunday morning. Alan got up first and went down to get the coffee brewing. Rose was largely unresponsive after several energetic evening and very early morning bouts of new bed christening. Maggie's alarm was sounding when Alan knocked on the front bedroom door. Bleary-eyed, she opened the door, and her nose was assailed by the heavenly aromas of coffee, vanilla, and cinnamon. Alan handed her a mug of coffee, complete with "contaminating" creamer and a plate with two slices of buttered cinnamon raisin toast. With a kiss to her forehead, Alan turned to head to his room.
Maggie raised the mug to her lips and sipped carefully. Aaahh! Sweet Elixir of Life! Setting the plate of toast on the nightstand, she sat on the edge of the bed and reflected. Her life, which had seemed dull and routine, had become rather fun in the last two and a half weeks. She now had a boyfriend who could keep her on her toes and who truly cared about her. Once she passed her final exams this week, she would be free of the whiners who did not want to be in class. Plus, she would be moving into this cool bedroom! Above all, she now felt Alan's love for her in addition to her mother's.
Holding the tray with one hand, Alan opened his bedroom door. Rose had not moved much, so he wandered over to her side of the bed and knelt before her, proffering a cup of coffee. Draconically, she opened one eye to stare balefully at him. And then the odors smacked her upside the nose.
"Oh, you wonderful, marvelous man! First, you fuck the hell out of me, then you elevate me nearly to heaven with this." Rose took a healthy slug of her mug's contents and smiled with great contentment.
"While we didn't break the bed, we surely broke it in thoroughly," quipped Alan.
"It certainly wasn't because we didn't try hard enough," Rose added. "They must have made this bed very soundly."
"I doubt they would add the details of our experience to their marketing materials, though," Alan noted, garnering a snort of amusement from Rose.
The two sat in companionable silence, drinking their coffee and eating their toast. Ultimately, it was Alan's toying fingers stroking Rose's still stocking-clad leg which provoked progress.
"Alan, stop that! Go get in the shower and get ready for church, please."
"Oh, all right. You're not being any fun," Alan whined, trying for a hang-dog look and tone.
"You weren't saying that last night. Or earlier this morning. I seem to recall you thought I was a lot of fun then," she chided with a very satisfied smile on her face.
A wry grin crossed Alan's face, and his reply was, "As you wish."
Rose carefully removed her stockings and tiptoed into his shower once he had gotten in and the water to the right temperature. Her hand on his cock and balls caused an immediate inflation process. It felt so good, for both of them.
"MINE!" she growled.
"Only yours," he agreed.
Leaving him short of a release, they proceeded to wash each other diligently and soon they were drying off.
"After all the times you filled my pussy last night, I didn't figure you could cum again so soon," Rose explained.
"You are probably right, dear heart. Still, while you are down there ..." Alan's voice trailed off as she suctioned his cock into her loving mouth. After a dozen head bobs, Alan ejected what little had regenerated in his balls since the previous time.
"Now, time's a-wasting, good sir. Would you please wear a suit today, for me?" she requested.
Alan dressed in his other silk boxers, the black ones, and pulled out his light gray suit.
"White shirt and red tie, please," she called out.
He acquiesced to her wishes, not having any contrary plans or ideas. For her part, Rose dressed in a burgundy-colored dress that came to just below her knees while accentuating her breasts. High Lycra-content suntan stockings added shine to her legs, and black pumps with a 3" heel completed her outfit. A costume jewelry necklace and bracelet graced her neck and wrist, but she wore no earrings that day.
They emerged from the bedroom to find Maggie stepping out of "her" bathroom in a black skirt, white silk blouse, dark hose, and sedate 1" heeled pumps.
"Are you all set, Maggie?" Rose inquired.
"Yes, all set, mother. Did you two do any damage to the new bed last night?" she smirked.
"Nope, no damage. Everything is still quite functional," Alan retorted.
"That's good then," Maggie chirped, and she then let the conversation lapse as they proceeded downstairs.
They arrived at the church a few minutes early, so Rose and Maggie headed for the restrooms while Alan headed for the Fellowship Hall and the coffee station.
= = =
Rose and Maggie made the trek to the ladies' restroom. It wasn't that they needed to do anything more than primp and fluff. But it was where they knew they could find other women. Sure enough, Maeve Johnson and Susan Larsen were standing in front of the mirrors, touching up their lipstick and corralling errant strands of hair.
"Rose! Margaret! How good to see you two again," Maeve exclaimed. "Does this mean you're coming to our home for lunch after worship today?"
"Maeve, Susan," Rose acknowledged and greeted the pair. "Yes, Maeve, the three of us will be happy to come to lunch at your home."
One of the toilets flushed and a few seconds later, Mary Henderson emerged with a big smile on her face. Quickly washing her hands, she pulled first Rose, then Maggie, into warm hugs.
"It is so great to see you both today! We were considering taking small wagers that you would not make it today, for either the worship or the luncheon. What with what went on with Alan on Friday, you know."
"How- how do you know what happened with Alan on Friday?" Rose stammered.
"Carl Wilson, the security guard who escorted Alan out, is my son-in-law," Mary explained. "He also related how everyone on Alan's project team suddenly became ill around 2:00 pm on Friday and went home, just about the time a specific email was received." Mary gave Rose a broad wink and a smile at that show of solidarity by Alan's project team.
"Come along now, ladies," Susan called out. "Our significant others have been left to their own devices far too long. Goodness only knows what sort of trouble they could have gotten themselves into." This declaration received smirks and snorts from the ladies, not that it wasn't necessarily the truth. The five departed the ladies' room in pairs with Margaret trailing behind, looking a bit forlorn.
= = =
"Ah, there he is," Jack Johnson declared. "We were about to start taking wagers if you would be here today or up in Centreville." Smiles abounded from most of the men present in listening range.
"Well, I did spend Friday night there with Rose, but we had business here yesterday. Plus, I recalled Maeve's invitation to get to know Rose better this afternoon at your place, Jack, so we are here today."
"Rose, too?" Gil Larsen inquired.
"Rose and Maggie both. The other three are still at school. They have final exams this week so they could not come home for the weekend. They'll be off for about a month once their finals finish this week. David snuck home last week, but he could not do it again, much to Maggie's sorrow," Alan chuckled, drawing knowing grins from the other men. "I'm sure our ladies have already found each other and are talking about us as well."
Talk turned to the upcoming college football games and Alan excused himself to go prepare a couple of cups of coffee for his ladies. Putting the finishing touches on the coffees, he looked up to see a group of women entering the Fellowship Hall. Rose was surrounded by Maeve Johnson, Mary Henderson, and Susan Larsen. Maggie was trailing the group, looking a little bored and excluded from the discussion.
Alan moved towards the ladies and gave Maggie a cup of coffee first. "Chin up, Maggie. You'll make some new friends here soon," Alan stated. He followed that with a tender kiss on her cheek, and Maggie blushed slightly. She kissed Alan's cheek in return, then accepted the coffee tendered.
"Thank you, Dad," was all she said. Susan heard Maggie's words but kept her own counsel while giving Alan an indecipherable look.
Alan presented the other cup to Rose, once he was able to gain her attention.
"Thank you for the coffee, dear," Rose said, then she returned to the conversation with the ladies. Recognizing a dismissal, Alan stepped away and returned to the men's conversation.
= = =
Soon after the ladies rejoined the menfolk, it was time for worship. Holding both Rose's and Maggie's hands, Alan guided his ladies to the worship center where he directed them to sit on the right side where he was most comfortable. After a moment of hesitation, Jack and Maeve joined them as did Mary and George. It was the Third Sunday of Advent, and the theme of the day was Joy. That sentiment resonated within both Alan and Rose so perfectly.