Chapter 16: Fun at the Movies
The apartment I live in is not unlike most other converted house-to-apartment buildings. Mine is a side-by-side duplex. I have a basement, main level and 2nd story. I came to believe, about a year after moving in, that my apartment is not fully soundproofed. The reason I thought that was because neither Amy or I got a wink of sleep that night. I know I hit the snooze button at least 5 times. She probably hit hers more than I did. We woke up feeling like zombies. I wished I could have called in a noise complaint on my 91 year old landlord, Doris. She's up all night and sleeps during the day. She typically watches tv from about 4pm until 8am the next morning. And it's always the same old shows, infomercials and the news. Anyone walking outside can hear it. I have learned to deal with it over the past 9 years because she is "everyone's grandma," and the rent is super cheap. $950, utilities included.
As the sun shone through the blinds onto our sleep deprived faces, we felt around, and snuggled up together, not wanting to move anymore than we had to. I grabbed my phone and saw 7 missed calls, 2 voicemails and 12 text messages from my boss, John. It was 11:30am.
"Good morning! Just wondering if you're going to make it in today. Let me know. Thanks - John," read the first message.
"Jeff, it's 9:30. Haven't heard from you yet. You alive?" Read the second, text message.
The voicemails were not very chipper, either. The message was pretty clear in all his communications. He wanted me back in the office.
"Ah, fuck..." I said with a sign of irritation.
"What's wrong babe," Amy asked, eyes still closed while she laid in her favorite spot, my chest.
"Fucking John. 7 missed calls, 2 voicemails, which I'm not going to listen to, and 12 text messages. Dude, chill man. Geez," I said.
"You need to call him, sweetheart. He's probably worried. John is a good guy and you're his best employee. He loses you and the IT department crashes," she stated.
As true as it was, I was sick and tired of that job. Yes, John was a good guy, almost a work-father figure, but dealing with the bullshit at the office was just not what I wanted to do, like, at all, ever again. I had been dabbling in web design and digital security for a number of years but nothing ever really came to fruition. It was more of a hobby. But at that moment, it was something I could see myself doing from the comfort of a home office. Not my home, obviously. This apartment wasn't set up for high speed internet.
"We need coffee," I said as I literally rolled off the bed onto the floor.
"Oh shit, babe! You ok?" Amy asked through a tired giggle.
"Yep, I'm good. Just gonna lay here naked as a jaybird and ass exposed for you to smack," I said sarcastically.
"Ooh, I love your butt," she commented.
She had rolled over onto her belly, across the bed and was hanging off facing my side. Even when first waking up her body was immaculate. I got up slowly, kissed her then stood directly in front of her to stretch. My morning wood almost smacked her on the face but luckily she caught it in her mouth.
"Mmm, breakfast!" she said, with a mouthful of cock.
"Ahh, fuck. Babe, I wasn't expecting that, but don't stop," I said, just letting her slobber all over it.
"I need my protein in the morning, darling. You gonna give it to me?" she asked using her signature sex eyes on me again.
"Oh babe, you don't even have to ask," I said, rocking my hips back and forth, mouth fucking her.
"Mmm, fuck, your mouth is amazing. So fucking good," I moaned.
"You're rock hard, babe. Cum down my throat," she said.
She stroked and deepthroated my cock until my abdomen muscles spasmed and I pushed my hips forward shooting all my seed right down her throat.
"Ooohhh, fuck yes, cumming babe, ooohhh shit," I groaned.
My legs just about gave out but I managed to stay standing. She licked her lips and swallowed every last drop. Then hopped onto her knees and wrapped her arms around me, looked up, kissed me and smiled.
"Go call John. I'll make coffee. Tell him you're still not 100% and you'll need another day or two. If he has an issue with that, then he should call Jackson," she said, slipping on her silk robe and fuzzy bunny slippers.
"Won't Jack side with John, though? I mean, he is the CEO and owner," I said.
"Trust me," she said, walking down the steps.
[ring...ring...ring] "Jeff, buddy! How ya feeling?" John said.
"A little better. I saw your messages. Sorry I missed them. It was a pretty long night with no sleep," I said.
"Damn, that sucks. I hate that for ya, buddy. Anyway, I just wanted to check in. Hadn't heard from or seen you yet today. Thought you'd be back. I did say take all the time you need, though, and you have enough PTO to take the next 6 months off," he replied.
"Eh, still not great. Again, better, but I'm not 100% yet. I started seeing a therapist. She said I need a break because it's apparent that I'm burnt out," I said.
"Yep. Happens to the best of us. When do you think you'll be back?" he asked.
"Not sure. I'll keep you updated," I assured him.
"That's all I ask from my best IT guy. Thanks buddy. Talk to ya later," he said, then he hung up the phone.
'Well, that went surprisingly better than I expected,' I thought, wearing a surprised expression as I walked down the stairs.
"So? What did he say," Amy asked. She was sitting cross legged on the couch, cat in her lap and coffee in one hand.
"Uh, pretty well. He remembered saying take all the time I need, so..." I trailed off.
"Good," Amy said.
We sat, sipping coffee and watched a movie. Halfway through the movie I made bacon, egg & cheese muffins for us. Amy devoured hers like a wild animal, egg yolk dripping from her chin.
"Here, let me get that for you," I said, licking it off her chin and moving down to kiss her neck. She giggled and moaned.
"Babe, stop it before I have to make you go for round 2," she said, rubbing her hand over my erect cock inside my pajama pants.
"Oh, sir, you're ready to go again I see," she said.
"Yes but I want to build it up for you. Let's get dressed and run some errands. I'm running low on groceries," I said, beginning to edge her.
"Tease," she said, giving a pouty face.
"Yep," I said, with a winking smile.
We showered, dressed, grabbed my ice coolers and frozen packs and ventured out. First stop, groceries. At the store we walked, and I picked up what I needed; frozen dinners, pizzas, toilet paper, and soap, razors and shaving cream.
"Really," Amy said, sighing, looking unimpressed at my cart.
"What, this is my usual list," I said.
"No, no, no. Put these frozen dinners back. We're going to get fresh meat and produce," she said, pulling my cart back to the frozen aisle.
We walked through the produce department and I looked around for things I like picking up bananas and apples. She called my name and was stroking a banana and looking at me seductively, then looked around in case anyone was looking then set it back down. My face turned red and I pushed the cart away, chuckling and a bit embarrassed. She walked up to me and asked what was wrong.
