Ben opened his eyes to a room filled with sunlight. He turned his head to see Gabrielle and Whitney sleeping next to him in the bed.
A smile spread across his face as he remembered the wild Friday night they'd had celebrating Gaby's birthday.
He watched the two of them for a minute -- they looked almost angelic in the morning light.
Nature began calling, and he decided that he also needed a drink and a shower.
He slowly extricated himself from a tangle of arms, legs, and hair, and quietly slipped from the bed; careful not to wake the girls.
He located his boxer-briefs amongst the clothes strewn across the floor during the night's activities. He pulled them on and crept out of the bedroom.
It was Saturday. Gaby -- a teacher -- didn't have to work. He didn't know what Whit had planned, but he had to meet a client in a few hours. Ben hated Saturday meetings, but in this case it couldn't be helped. The potential client would only be in the country for one day, so he would have to suck it up and drive on.
He made the necessary stop in the bathroom, then walked into the kitchen.
As he finished a bottle of Powerade, Whitney walked into the kitchen. She had on her dress, but held the rest of her outfit in her hands.
"Hey," he said, "want some breakfast?"
"Oh, you'll make me cum and you'll make me breakfast?" she asked in mock seriousness. "Ben, if you ever leave Gaby, you'd better come knock on my door."
Ben laughed.
"Thanks, but I think it's time for me to do the walk of shame back to my apartment," she said.
He laughed again.
"There's certainly nothing for any of us to be ashamed of, Whit," Ben said. "I think we all had fun last night."
Whitney walked over to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"I really enjoyed last night," she said. "I hope we can do it again, soon."
"My birthday is next month," he said with a smile.
"Mmmm, Gaby and I could play dress-up again," she said, her body still against his. "Maybe as cheerleaders?"
"Now there's a thought," Ben said.
She kissed his cheek again and turned to leave.
Ben walked her to the door and watched as she made her way down the hallway to her apartment.
Knowing that Ben was watching, she gave her hips a little extra wiggle as she walked, making her ass swing back and forth like the pendulum of a clock.
Whitney looked back over her shoulder as she reached her door.
Ben raised his eyes to hers and they smiled at each other.
She opened her door and gave Ben a wave as she disappeared from view.
As Ben turned to close his door, he saw Mrs. Moynahan standing in her doorway, giving him a rather disapproving look.
"Hello, Mrs. M," he said, standing in his boxer-briefs. "How are you this morning?"
She'd obviously seen Whitney leaving the apartment.
"I'm just fine, Benjamin," she said. "And how is your girlfriend?"
"Oh, she's still sleeping," Ben answered, with a smile. "The three of us really wore each other out last night."
He closed the door on Mrs. Moynahan's mouth agape look of shock.
Ben took another long, hot shower. He needed it.
He opened the bathroom door and turned to walk into the bedroom. Gaby was still in bed, on her stomach. The sheet and blanket were down at her waist, exposing her bare back. Her hair was a mess.
He loved seeing her like this in the morning, especially when he knew was the reason she looked mussed.
Well, at least part of the reason this morning, he thought, with a smile.
He dressed quickly. As he switched the contents of his pants pockets from the slacks he'd worn last night to the blue jeans he wore now, he stopped to look at the black velvet box he hadn't had a chance to give Gaby the night before.
He looked at Gaby again.
No, I don't want to wake her, he thought. I'll ask her when I get home.
He walked over to her. He leaned down and kissed her shoulder blade, then her shoulder. He reached down and pulled the covers up. He pushed the hair away from her forehead and planted a kiss there, too.
"I love you, Gabriella Sarsaparilla Armadilla," he whispered.
His meeting was productive...and mercifully short. He'd get the contract -- of that he was certain -- and the big payday it would bring. He jumped in his Jeep and drove toward home, hoping that Gaby would be awake when he arrived.
He walked in the door of the apartment and called out softly.
Gaby answered him from the living room.
"Come here," she ordered.
Ben turned and made his way down the short hallway.
Gaby sat on the couch. She had gotten dressed, sort of. She wore the sunglasses, gloves, stockings, and heels she'd worn last night. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail.
Ben stopped to admire her.
She got up and walked over to him without saying a word.
She pushed Ben back against the wall, then moved her hands down to his belt and unbuckled it quickly.
"What are you..." he began.
"Shut up," she commanded.
She kissed his neck as she pushed his pants and underwear down, and let them drop to his ankles.
"When I opened that gift box, and saw those clothes, I remembered that unfulfilled special fantasy you have," she said.
"Yeah, but I didn't..." he tried to say.
She put a finger to his lips.
"Shhh."
She let her hands fall to the bottom of his shirt and she pushed it up to his neck.
"What are..." he started to say, but she looked up at him and he stopped speaking.
She trailed her tongue down to his left nipple.
He tried to put his arms around her, but she pushed away his hands. She bit his nipple.
"Fuck," he cried.
