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.
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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?"