Brandi checked her tablet with fingers that trembled just enough to make the touchscreen an exercise in frustration. The traffic app showed a drive time of twenty-six minutes between Manny's job and home. She looked at the time again. Still seven minutes. She sucked so hard on her lollipop that it broke apart in her mouth. Crap.
Restlessly, she chewed on the lollipop stick and refreshed the traffic app again. No change. It wasn't that she couldn't make it another seven minutes, of course. Seven minutes wasn't long at all. She'd be fine. She could cope as long as she needed to. She had a box of popsicles in the freezer and a bag of carrots in the fridge, plus another whole bag of lollipops. Even if Manny was out all night, which he wouldn't be because he was on his way home right now but even if he was, she'd be okay. She wasn't worried or angry or anything. She just felt a little bit edgy, that's all. She felt a little bit out of sorts, a little bit shaky and a tiny bit frustrated and there were still six minutes left? Crap crap crap crap crap!
Brandi decided to stop looking at the tablet. It wasn't helping. She went over to the window instead, looking out at the driveway to see if Manny had gotten home yet. He always left on time, she knew that. He was so caring about that kind of thing. He understood perfectly about days like this, when Brandi started feeling out of sorts even before he made it home, and he always made sure that he had her medicine ready as soon as he walked through the door. She really didn't know what she'd do without him.
She wondered how long she'd been looking out the window. Six minutes? It felt like longer. It was probably at least five minutes. She realized she'd gnawed the stick into mush in her mouth, and went to throw it away. On her way back, she grabbed the tablet and took another look. Still four minutes. Brandi resisted the urge to sail the stupid thing into the wall.
Four minutes wasn't that long, right? She'd already waited at least twenty minutes, staying patient (well, pretty patient) ever since Manny had texted her to say he was on his way home. She hadn't even felt like this for most of it-at least, she was pretty sure she hadn't. She wasn't quite sure how long she'd been like this. The feeling always kind of crept up on her. One moment, she'd be just fine, maybe doing a little dusting or getting dinner ready, and the next she'd suddenly realize her knees were wobbling and her stomach felt weird and tight and her shoulders felt all tense and knotted up from not-quite-stress, and she'd start looking at that clock and waiting for-
The door opened three minutes ahead of schedule. Brandi raced across the living room and stumbled to her knees in front of Manny just as he closed the door. "Hey babe," Manny said. "How're you-"
Brandi fumbled at his belt buckle with shaking hands, yanking it free and pulling his pants down to his ankles. The bulge in his boxer shorts made her salivate uncontrollably, and she pulled his cock out and wrapped her lips around it with an audible sigh of relief. She felt it twitch in her mouth, already stiff as she bobbed her head back and forth. Manny leaned back against the door frame, his words dissolving into a low, wavering moan as she sucked.
