The Rebecca Chronicle
Story 2: Waking up in Philly
A loud honk outside her window
woke Rebecca from her slumber. With her eyes still closed, Rebecca became aware of the warm August air against her skin. Jake's air-conditioning maintained the apartment at a comfortable temperature. For once, since leaving Ellendale for Philadelphia, Rebecca was happy to not wake up in a pool of sweat. The thin top sheet covered her naked body as she lay comfortably on her soft new bed. She heard the noise of traffic outside her closed window.
That
would be something she'd have to get used to coming from her sleepy small town, Ellendale. The morning sunlight glowed softly on the outside of her still closed eyelids. The memory of the night before came flooding into her brain making a smile brush across her lips and her groin tingle.
Rebecca opened her eyes and looked over to the other side of the bed expecting to see Jake. His spot was bare with only the impression from his body left. Rebecca's heart sank for a minute before a waft of freshly brewed coffee hit her nose. Hearing the sound of cooking in the kitchen, Rebecca got up and pulled her nightgown from the drawer before putting it over her head.
She opened her bedroom door and walked two steps down the hallway before turning into the kitchen. Jake was busy at the stove making scrambled eggs in a frying pan. Crispy bacon was already in a serving dish and placed on the table. He'd already set their two placemats and cutlery on the table. Jake, himself, was unshowered and wearing his usual boxers and t-shirt. He looked up at her and smiled.
"We're done with the underwear, are we?" He teased her. Rebecca smiled. She was wearing her old-fashioned shirt-sleeved nightgown with the hem just below her knee. It was frumpy, but her tight perky nipples and black-tufted pussy nestled between her soft rounded hips were clearly visible under the white fabric thinned from wear.
"I thought we were going to have more sex," Rebecca pouted, jokingly.
"We'll need our strength. So I made us a hearty breakfast," Jake joked back. He picked up the frying pans and, with a spatula, he scooped the scrambled eggs onto the two plates he'd set on the counter. Jake handed a plate to Rebecca and they each carried a plate to their respective spots at the table.
They engaged in flirty banter while they ate. After Rebecca had scooped her last bite of breakfast and set her fork on her plate, Jake jumped up and gathered all the dirty dinnerware. He carried it to the kitchen and loaded the dishwasher, before turning back to Rebecca.
"Why don't we make our coffee and take it to the living room?" Jake said.
