Chapter 13 -- Beth, I Hear You Calling
After such an eventful Sunday, I wasn't sure how I'd wake up on Monday. The alarm was as annoying as always, and I silenced it just like every morning. My morning woody was the same as always, and after struggling with my eyelids for a few moments I realized that I actually felt pretty damn good. All the sex and social energy I'd expended had worn me out by the time I went to sleep, but the sleep itself had been restorative, better than usual. I felt Tethys' hand wrap around my throbbing cock, and looked down at her face. She looked back with a big, wide awake smile.
"Sleep well?" I asked rhetorically.
"Fantastic!" she answered. "You?"
"Yep," I replied. "Race you to the bathroom!" There wasn't going to be any morning wood fuck or blow job this morning. My bladder was way too full.
Tethys was not in nearly the hurry I was, and she happily took charge of my aiming issues as the acrid stream splashed into the bowl. As usual, she didn't miss. She took her own turn while I prepared the shower for us. We had time to play a little, as long as we didn't overdo it.
"Shit!" she groaned as she stepped into the shower. Her face had a look of sudden alarm on it.
"What's the matter?" I asked, concerned.
"I left my car at Carl's yesterday!" she lamented. "I don't have a way home!"
"I'll take you and drop you off, you know that. It's not that far out of my way," I tried to sound reassuring.
"Taylor, it's past your work and another halfway across town!" she objected.
"Weren't you going there anyway? It's your workout day, isn't it?"
"Not until this afternoon. Henri and Sonia are coming over around noon."
"That's right. Henri's the sloppy seconds source today, isn't he? It's not a problem. We'll have to leave earlier, but I can take you," I insisted.
Tethys hung her head. "I'm sorry, Taylor, I feel like such an idiot. I don't know why I didn't think about it until now. I'll definitely make it up to you."
"No you won't," I ordered. "You'll accept it graciously as just one of the things partners and friends do for each other, and then you'll either pay it forward to somebody else or you'll help me out someday when I'm in a bind. It's really no big deal. It just means no morning sex today."
Any morning sex would have been a quickie anyway, on a workday there just wasn't much leisure time in the morning. Breakfast was a bowl of cereal, milk and fruit for each of us, then I donned my professional attire and she pulled over her pullover.
"No shoes?" I asked looking at her bare feet.
"In my car, at Carl's."
"No bra, no panties?"
She gave me an acerbic glance. "Since when?" she huffed.
I actually enjoyed the detour. Tethys was good traveling company, and I always felt comforted by her presence. We laughed, we joked, we relived yesterdays party. It had been a sublime experience, and we were still a bit on a cloud as a result. We got to Carl's, and she ran in quickly just to let him know she had the car. I didn't wait for her to come out. For all I knew she might have wanted to fuck him before heading home.
I got to work in plenty of time and settled into my cubical. I got through my emails, deleting most of them and moving some into action folders. I used these to help develop checklists for organizing my week's tasks. I was working in a pleasant haze, the events of the weekend still dominating my brain activity. My professional goals seemed distant and trivial at the moment, nothing could compete with the beautiful memories of Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. If every day was like those, my life would be one of blissful forgetfulness, and it would be over far too soon.
"Hey, Taylor."
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"Good morning, Taylor."
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"Earth to Taylor!"
"Huh? Oh, hi, Beth. Sorry, I was concentrating on my checklist."
Beth nodded. "I thought so, since the checklist was about six feet over your monitor, going by the direction you were staring. How was your weekend?"
"Um, ok I guess." I wanted to tell her to go away, but we had to work together. "We just hung out with some friends. How was yours?" I hoped for a similarly meaningless response, but I was rapidly learning to my consternation that Beth wasn't wired for meaningless social niceties.