Some kind of “normal”
Jefferson stirred as I woke him and we made our way into the kitchen to make dinner.
For me to cook dinner, that is.
I was exhausted and in a strange, fuzzy state of mind. I was feeling very submissive, obviously, but somewhat awkward about it. It wasn’t a feeling I was accustomed to anymore and I had to fight engaging in my usual banter with him.
Jefferson got me a pan for the meat and left me to do the rest. It was simple enough, just the pork and baked potatoes. Jefferson sat at his computer as I futzed in the kitchen, looking up occasionally as I made pathetic small talk. Really, I don’t think I was even this shy around him the first day we met.
When the food was ready, I set the table and put out the food for us. I was half asleep as we sat down to eat, my eyelids feeling as if they were weighted with bricks. I haven’t the faintest idea what we talked about. When we’d had our fill, I put the dishes in the sink and we retired to bed.
And then I got chatty.
There’s a point where if I’m tired and I don’t go to bed, I get hyper. But there are different types. Sometimes I get the OTSs- over tired sillies (being chatty falls in that category) or sometimes it’s the OTCs- over tired crankies. That’s never fun. I get the frustration level of about a 2 year old.
It was probably about 2am by the time I shut up and passed out. And after I made Jefferson put on one of those nose strips. Poor thing had a stuffy nose.
But I only passed out for a short while.
I’m really just horrible at sharing a bed with someone. I do it so infrequently (once a month, occasionally twice), so it’s not something I’m used to at all. I can never figure out how to lay, and I feel bad when I toss and turn, worried I’ll wake the person next to me (though, really, I shouldn’t worry about that with Jefferson since he sleeps like the dead…).
And so, for whatever reason, I invariably find myself waking up at some point during the night when I’m with Jefferson. Sometimes it’s just for a moment, sometimes longer. I was up at 5am or so for probably a good half-hour.
Jefferson got up for some water and I smiled at him when he came back. We snuggled together so perfectly and I was out again until I heard him stir a few hours later.
I was so out of it. Too tired to even open my eyes.
But that didn’t deter Jefferson.
I sighed as his hand slid over my body to between my legs. I parted them slightly for him as his fingers started rubbing my clit. It took a few minutes for me to come out of my sleepy haze and my body to warm up, but soon enough he made me cum for the first time that morning.
He kissed me and rolled on top of me, reaching for a condom from the drawer next to the bed.
I finally opened my eyes, slowly letting the bright light in, and smiled up at him.
“Mornin’.”
“Mornin’” he smiled, leaning down to kiss me.
I moaned into his kiss as he pressed himself into me. He held me close and I squeezed him tight as he thrusted into me. My legs wrapped around his, leverage for me to push my hips up to meet his. We kissed each other all over- lips, cheeks, neck- as we fucked that morning.
I smiled at him, touching his cheek with my palm, as I whispered “I love you.”
He grabbed my hair and growled in my ear as I came hard for him again and again.
My nails dug into his back as my body arched and I cried out loudly.
Exhausted and panting, I laid still as Jefferson pulled out and rolled over next to me.
“Go suck my dick now,” he told me, pulling the condom off.
“I’m barely awake!” I joked, laughing.
I pushed myself onto my knees and stole a sip of water before taking Jefferson’s cock in my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his legs as I worked my mouth up and down the length of him, and taking him deep in my throat. His hips thrusted up and I relaxed my jaw, letting him set the pace. It wasn’t long before he pulled himself out of me and with one hand firmly on his cock and the other firmly in my hair he jerked himself off, covering the side of my face as he came.
“Well, that was different!” I laughed.
“Yeah, it was!” he said handing me a tissue.
I cleaned off as much as I could and turned to snuggle into him, throwing my leg casually over his.
“Aww man, I got cum on my leg,” I complained.
“Yeah, and your face too!”
“But this is all wet…and sticky…”
He laughed and kissed me. We rested together for a few minutes before he had to start getting ready for work.
We hopped into the shower together where I promptly rinsed my leg.
Ahhhh….much better.
Except when the water his my sore ass- ouch!
I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed him as we stood under the shower head.
And I had come prepared that day- my bangs had gotten wet and thus curly in the shower the previous week, so I smartly brought my shower cap this time.
Jefferson promised he’d still fuck me even after I wore it.
I handed him his shampoo and then his soap (it was a bar soap day that day), kissing him and touching him here and there. Next was my turn as he soaped me up head to toe.
I smiled, from deep inside, like my heart was smiling (they do that, you just can’t see it) as I watched him crouched in front of me washing my legs and feet.
“You know, I’ve been thinking about this shower all week,” I said as we rinsed off. “We just don’t get a lot of hot water at school, and I’ve been thinking about taking a long, hot shower since last week. I’ll probably take another shower after you go.”
“Why later? Just stay in now!” he suggested.
“Hmm…good point.”
Just then Jefferson grabbed for his tooth brush again.
“You’d better not spit that on me again. I’ll have to hurt you real bad if you do.”
“You wouldn’t hurt me,” he said surely, starting to brush his teeth.
“Are you willing to bet your nipples on that?”
He didn’t spit his toothpaste on me this time, but he brushed my teeth with his toothbrush. That’s been in his mouth. Brushing away all sorts of mouth stuff.
*Shudder*
He rinsed his mouth and spit by the drain, and scooted past me to get out and dry off.
I turned the water up once he left, making it just a notch below scalding (too hot for Jefferson’s sensitive skin). I closed my eyes and leaned against the shower wall, just enjoying the feeling of the hot water running over me.
When I got out I had that good warm, shaky feeling like when you have a nice hot tub soak.
I kissed Jefferson good bye and wished him a good day at work and sat down at his computer to work on beautifying his blog.
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Avah | May 3, 2007
