She awoke with a start the next morning. Turning her head, she looked at the clock to see it was already 9:30. They had slept for close to eleven hours, and she still had barely enough energy to lift herself up onto her elbows and check on Tom.
He was in exactly the same position he had been in when she blacked out the night before. She panicked for a moment, as his body seemed rather lifeless, but then she noticed his breathing. They were clearly not going to be able to go into work. She called both of their offices and made up a story about them both getting food poisoning or possibly a stomach bug and being way too sick to be able to make it into work. Even that simple task required all the energy she had left. She collapsed back onto bed and immediately fell asleep again.
When she woke up again, it was 6:30 in the evening. She made her way to the bathroom, then found a robe to put on, and went into the kitchen to heat up some soup. She came back to the bedroom with the soup, some crackers, and a cold beer and discovered that Tom was awake. He still hadn't moved, but his eyes were open.
"Jesus," he moaned, "what happened?"
"I think we tried to fuck each other to death," she said with a laugh.
"From what I remember," he said trying to smile up at her, "it would have been a fantastic way to go. I remember having the most spectacular orgasm I've ever experienced, but then it all gets a little fuzzy."
"Do you want some soup and a beer?"
"I think so, but I really need to pee, and I haven't found the energy to get up yet."
She helped him up and practically carried him into the bathroom and deposited him on the toilet, then waited until he was done and helped him back onto the bed. He took a long draw on the cold beer, and then ate a couple of crackers and a few spoonfuls of soup.
"Could you get me some water?" He asked.
"Of course," she replied.
She staggered into the kitchen and poured two tall glasses of ice water. By the time she made it back into the bedroom he was asleep again, and she could not rouse him. Instead she finished off the soup, crackers, and beer and laid next to him, taking a hold of his hand and cradling it on her chest. Within minutes she was asleep again.
She awoke once again at about 10:00am on Saturday. Tom was once again in the same position he had been in the previous night, although she had let go of his hand which was lying at his side. She no longer felt completely out of energy and she arose, visited the bathroom, and made her way into the kitchen. She made herself a large breakfast of eggs, hash browns, bacon, and sausage.
It was not enough.
She ate several bowls of cereal and some leftovers from the fridge.
Finally she had satiated her physical hunger, but now she felt herself in the same lust filled haze she had been in on Sunday and Monday and Tuesday. That lust had driven her to have elicit sexual encounters on each of those days. Three different times she actually left the apartment in search of someone she could use to satisfy the sexual hunger she was feeling. Each of those times, however, she made it no further than the elevator before returning to her senses and realizing that she simply
couldn't
leave Tom alone and nearly comatose in their apartment to go out and have sex with some random stranger.
She put herself to work around the apartment to try to pass the time, but still struggled to fight off the urges building within her. It wasn't until late in the afternoon as she sat and read one of the books she had pulled from Gramp's collection that she finally felt like she was regaining a small modicum of control.
Andrew stood outside the door of the apartment for several minutes before he finally summoned the courage to knock on the door. He had suggested that everyone at work sign a get well card for Tom that he could take to his apartment on Saturday as he would be in their neighborhood. In reality, he didn't even know where they lived, but the signed get well card was enough to convince someone in the HR office to give him the address.
The fact that Tom wasn't even well enough to call in sick himself had worried his boss a little, and that's when the idea of the get well card came to him. He wasn't entirely sure why it seemed like an important thing for him to do, but once the idea got into his head, he couldn't seem to shake it.
There was a side benefit to taking the card to his coworker, and it was
her
. He had met her at the last company dinner. Tom had brought her with him as it was a plus one event. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. He found himself intensely jealous that Tom had a girlfriend as stunning as her, and became even more jealous earlier in the week when he'd learn that Tom had proposed to her and she had accepted.
As the idea of the get well card began to become unshakeable in his mind, he realized it provided him an opportunity. He would get to see
her
. He wasn't entirely sure why, other than she was incredibly beautiful, but he felt himself drawn to her. The chance of getting to see her rapidly became the most compelling reason in his mind for him to volunteer to take the card to Tom. He told people in the office he'd heard Tom had gotten really sick, and they all seemed willing enough to sign the card, even though it was a little out of the ordinary.
As he stood in front of the apartment door, he had become convinced that Jessie and Tom would find the gesture creepy rather than kind. He had begun to feel that the whole thing would backfire on him and
she
would end up thinking of him as the creepy guy from Tom's office that wanted to perv on her. That fear was nearly enough to make him back out of his plan. He had turned back towards the elevator three different times before finally overcoming his fear and knocking on the door.
The door opened to reveal Jessie wearing a tank top, with no sign of any bra underneath it, and a pair of spandex bicycle shorts, and nothing else. Jessie's body was even more stunning than he had imagined it would be. It was all he could do to keep from staring straight at the nipples that were clearly making large bumps in the fabric of her tank top. He knew he simply couldn't stare at her body or she would
definitely
just think of him as the pervert from Tom's office. He couldn't stand the thought of her thinking of him that way. He had arranged this gesture so that she would think of him as Tom's sweet coworker.
"Ummm," he stuttered, suddenly finding it difficult to speak. "I don't know if you remember me or not. My name is Andrew. I work with Tom. We met at the last company dinner."
"Oh yeah," she said, "I knew you looked familiar, but I couldn't quite remember where we'd met."
She stepped back and opened the door all the way.
"Where are my manners?" She asked rhetorically. "C'mon in."
Andrew stepped in the door and could have sworn that he saw her take a quick scan down at his body before looking back up at his eyes. For an instant he thought he saw hunger in the look she gave him, but convinced himself he was only imagining it.
"Can I get you a beer?" She asked.
"Sure," he replied. She turned and walked ahead of him and he found he really couldn't help himself as he took a
long, hard
look at her ass in the skin tight shorts she was wearing. It took him a moment before he realized she had looked back and caught him staring. He tried to pretend he had just been looking towards the floor, but the look on her face made him know he had been caught. Instead of chastising him, she just smiled at him.
"My turn," she said with a smile.
"For what?" He asked.
She twirled her finger around and replied.
"Turn around so I can take a good look at your ass now. I want to know if it looks as nice as your upper body."
He was shocked and simply cleared his throat, blushing furiously.
"Wow," she said, laughing lightly, "I didn't realize you'd be so easy to fluster. I was just teasing you."
She pointed him in the direction of the fridge.
"Why don't you get a couple of bottles of beer?"
