I woke up the next morning violently ill. I was expecting it though, it was nearing 'that time of the month' and I was always sick for a few days before it started. I did my business, rinsed my mouth, and then started breakfast. I wasn't very hungry, but I figured Steve would be in a few minutes. I got everything to the point where it could simmer, then went back to the bedroom. Steve was asleep on his back, his head turned to the right, his left arm flung over his head, his hair all sleep mussed. I went to the end of the bed and crawled under the covers, kissing my way up his body. When I came to his crotch, I took his sleeping member into my mouth, feeling it stir to life. Steve stirred a moment later, uttering a slight groan as I ran my tongue around the head. I spent a few minutes working on the most sensitive part of him, teasing him mercilessly. I felt his hands on the back of my head through the blankets, pressing slightly, hinting that he would like for me to take more. I obliged him, sliding a bit more in each time I went down. He began moving his hips against me, working with me to come quicker. It wasn't long before he shuddered against me, his hands pushing me all the way down on him. Since I had done the same to him on a few occasions, I didn't begrudge him. I wiped my mouth, then kissed my way up his stomach and chest.
"Morning," I said, kissing his stubbly cheek.
"Morning, yourself," he said, a sleepy, satisfied look on his face. "What was that for?"
"No reason, love. Other than to make sure you're nice and hungry for the big breakfast I made for you."
"You're too good to me," he said.
"You deserve only the best," was my reply.
"I guess that's why I have you."
Once again, I had an overwhelming urge to melt into a puddle.
"I'm going to go finish breakfast," I said as a kissed him softly.
I went into the kitchen, and finished breakfast. Steve wandered in a few minutes later and sat at the table. I set a plate of eggs and hashbrowns in front of him and sat across from him, my hands wrapped around a coffee mug.
"Aren't you eating?" he asked.
"Not hungry," I said, explaining the situation.
"Gee, aren't you glad you picked now to ask me to move in?"
Steve rolled his eyes and dug into his plate. We talked about plans for the day, which involved me working and him practicing with the band. Ed had quit at work, which was sad in a way, but at least I wouldn't walk in on him and Nat in the cooler.
Steve finished eating and I cleaned up the kitchen, then got ready for work. I gave Steve a long, lingering kiss then left.
I had no sooner walked in the door at work when Matt called Nat, Tiny, Katie, Kevin and me together for an impromptu meeting.
"I've looked into having the place redone," he said. "Expand everything, new kitchen, whole new interior. It'll probably take about a month if they work fast."
"So, um.no offense, Matt," Natalie said, "but what are we supposed to do for a month? I mean, I doubt the place'll be open for us to work, and well, I've grown rather fond of eating and having a roof over my head."
"Would I leave you hanging, guys?" Matt asked. "Don't worry, you'll still be drawing checks. Wouldn't want to make a sign to put near the doors, stating what's going on, would you Kevin?"
"Sure," Kevin said. "Just give me some idea as to what you want it to say."
Matt and Kevin got into details about the sign, and the rest of us headed off to work.
"You feeling alright?" Nat asked me as we worked.
"Not really," I said. "Female troubles."
"Yuk. Need any Tylenol or anything?"
"No, I'll be alright. I just hope tonight isn't too crowded. I don't think I'm at full speed."
"I understand completely."
I headed back to the cooler to grab some fruit for the bar, but by the time I got back there, I had completely forgotten what I was doing. Saying I wasn't at full speed was apparently quite an understatement! After a moment's thought, I remembered why I was there, and grabbed everything.
The whole night was like that. I'd start pouring a drink, then forget what I was doing. I had to keep Kevin and Katie's tickets in front of me, or else I would end up pouring a fuzzy navel instead of a screwdriver, or a Malibu & Coke instead of a G&T. I honestly felt like I was somewhere else entirely, but had no idea why. Unless it was just general giddiness over how well things were going with Steve and I. But I still don't understand why that would make me into an idiot. I just tried to get through the night as best I could. Sadly, the evening dragged, and by the time we were ready to close down, I was exhausted.
"Go home," Matt told me when he came up to get the register tapes.
"Don't argue," he said. "Just go home."
I clocked out and drove home. Steve was on the porch, playing with Sooty through the screen in the window.
"You're home early," he said.
"It was one of those days," I said, sitting down next to him.
"Poor thing," he said. "Just relax. I'll be back in a minute."
I sat back and closed my eyes, while Steve went inside. He came back a few minutes later and held his hand out to me. I took his hand and followed him inside to the bathroom, where he had a nice hot bath drawn for me. He slowly undressed me, then helped me settle into the tub. I felt myself instantly relax.
Steve left me alone to soak, turning of the lights, so that the only light in the room was from a few candles and the moon. I leaned back and closed my eyes, trying to forget how crappy the day was. I heard Steve come back in, so I opened one eye.
"Here," he said, handing me a glass of wine. I took a small sip, then set the glass down on the floor next to the tub.
"Here, sit up," Steve said. He stared washing my back and singing
I love you
for sentimental reasons.
I hope you do believe me;
I'll give you my heart.
I love you,
and you alone were meant for me.
Please give your loving heart to me,
and say we'll never part.
I think of you every morning,
Dream of you every night.
Darling, I'm never lonely
whenever you are in sight.
I love you
for sentimental reasons.
I hope you do believe me;
I've given you my heart.
I love you
for sentimental reasons.
I hope you do believe me;
I've given you my heart.
"Mmm." was all I could manage as he serenaded me with Nat King Cole.
"I thought you'd enjoy that," he said. "Feel better?"
"Ah, yes..." I pulled the plug out with my toe and let the water drain out around me. Steve held out a towel for me, and he dried me off once I had stepped out of the tub.
"I'll be in the bedroom," he said, kissing my nose.
He left, and I finished in the bathroom then wandered into the bedroom. I crawled into bed next to Steve, who turned the light off and snuggled into me. He kissed me lightly, nothing sexual, just a tender love kiss, and then asked what I was going to do while Matt had work redone.
"I suppose I should go home and visit. Let them know I'm moving."
"Haven't told your mom you broke up with Jeff yet, have you."
"Hell, no," I said, turning and laying my head on his chest, twining his chest hairs on my finger.
"You want to be there when I tell her?"
"That's what I thought." I snuggled more into him, warm and relaxed and completely content. Steve was talking, but I didn't really hear him, since I was drifting off to sleep.
I woke up in the morning, still with my head on Steve chest, aware that he was looking down at me.
"Morning," he said softly.
"Hey," I said, still sleepy, completely comfortable, and extremely against
getting up. "Can we just stay here all day?" I had the day off work,
and if Steve wasn't
doing anything, I didn't think he'd object to being lazy.
"I'd love to, but the guys are coming over. We need to practice. And since we're working on something that is going to be a surprise for you and Nat, you can't be here."
I wasn't sure whether to be intrigued or scared.
"Well," I said, stretching, "I suppose I could go over to my place and pack." The idea really didn't appeal to me, I was rather lethargic and a bit queasy, but I knew it had to be done.
Steve moved slightly, and I sat up. We got dressed then wandered into the kitchen. I sat down at the table and laid my head on my arms.
"You OK, love?" Steve asked me, gently rubbing my back.
"Just a bit sick," I said. "I'll be fine in a minute." I hoped the nausea would pass, but it didn't so I made a dash to the bathroom to be sick. Hopefully I had only another day of this, by then my period would start and the sickness would pass.
Steve had coffee ready for me when I came back to the kitchen. I took a few sips then pushed the cup away. "Sitting on my stomach wrong," I said in response to Steve's look. He asked if I wanted something else, but I told him I was fine.
"I'm going to head on over to my place and pack," I said.
"Have fun," he replied, kissing me lightly and running his fingers through my hair. "I'll miss you."
"No you won't," I said, kissing the tip of his nose then pulling away. "Call me when it's safe to come home."
I grabbed my keys and headed out the door, driving to my apartment. I check my messages, then called the doctor to reschedule my appointment for a week from then. I turned on my stereo, popping in a Dave Matthews Band CD and turning the volume up so I could hear while I packed. I had saved most of the boxes from when I moved in, so it was just a matter of putting things in the right box. I was glad, to be sure, since I was having another one of those days where I seemed to be the biggest scatterbrain on the planet. I stacked the boxes in three piles, stuff I wanted to keep, stuff I wanted to get rid of, and stuff I wasn't sure what to do with. Sadly, the last pile grew faster than the others, although the stuff I wanted to pitch wasn't to much smaller. I knew Steve wouldn't mind if I brought everything from my place and moved it to his, but I didn't want to do that. So, once I had everything packed, I was going to go through the not sure pile and double check everything, hopefully weed out a lot of it.
I was going through my clothes when the phone rang.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Well, it's about time you're home."
"Hi mom. How are you?"
"Don't 'Hi, Mom' me. Where have you been?"
"Spending time at my boyfriend's."
"Mmm, well..When are you coming home?"
"It's going to be a few weeks." I explained what was going on at the restaurant, thinking that I had already been through this with her, but not completely sure. Mom started harping about something, and I listened while I packed, inserting 'uh-huh's and 'yeah's where appropriate. After about ten minutes of this, though, I had to cut her off.
"I've got to go, mom," I said, rushing towards the bathroom.
"What? What do you mean 'I've got to go, Mom'? I haven't talked to you in..."
"Mom, please, not now," I said, pressing the button to hang the phone up. I fell to my knees barely in time to throw up in the toilet. As I was getting sick, the phone rang. I knew it was my mother calling back, probably pissed that I had hung up on her, but right now soothing her feelings was the last thing I was capable of. I spent about 10 minutes in the bathroom; every time I thought I was ready to stand I got sick again. As I sat with my head against the wall, I could only think two things.I hated my uterus, and my toilet needed cleaning. My stomach was finally empty when my phone rang again. I picked it up and said "Sorry, Mom, but I was getting sick."
"Oh, is it time for your period?" she asked loudly. I had a feeling my older brother was in the room with her. Oh well, no help for it.
"Yes," I said, trying to get my shaky legs under me.
"Well, at least you know you aren't pregnant. Women in my family never get morning sickness. It would be undignified. Now, like I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me..Francis came in wearing this hideous broach! My goodness, you'd think that woman would have SOME taste, having been a Halston model, but noooooooooo..she strutted around like it was a priceless piece. And all because it came from her grandson. She asked when I was going to be a grandmother, and I informed her that I was too young to be one. And besides, I know that Jeff is very career oriented, so when you get married it will be a few years before you have children..."
She went on and on, and I just went back to packing and cleaning. I got done rather quickly, since I was ignoring my mother.
"What's all that rustling?" she finally asked, having ended her tirade about tacky jewelry and family planning.
"Getting rid of some stuff," I said. "Mainly clothes."
"Oh, get rid of that horrid orange sweater you were wearing last time I saw you. That thing is atrocious."
"That's Steve's sweater, actually. I was just borrowing it."
"I still don't see why you're friends with him. He's below us."
"What does that mean?" I asked. "Below us?"
"Well, have you looked at him lately? I mean, he's fat, and ..."
"Steve is NOT fat," I said, trying hard not to shout. "He's a bit beefy, yes, but maybe you haven't noticed, every guy I've ever dated was built thesame way."
"He doesn't even work!"
"He's in a band," I said. "And a darn good one, at that. They're getting requests to play all over the county."
"Ah, yes, musician. There's a stable career path."
I refused to let her pull me into this.
"Look, Mom, I've really got to be going. A bunch of us are going out tonight, and I need to get ready."
My mother sighed.
"Well, alright then. I suppose I'll go spend time with your brother. At least he lets us know he's proud to be part of the family."
I just rolled my eyes, really wishing she hadn't gone there. Apparently being thirty-two years old, permanently unemployed and still living at home was showing how proud you were to carry the name Zawaris. Boy was I a screw-up.
I said goodnight to my mother and assured her I would be home in a few
weeks, knowing that I would count the days with growing dread. Once I hung
up the phone, I turned the ringer off but turned up the machine so I could
hear whoever it was calling, then started carrying the lighter boxes out
to my car, where I shoved as many of them as I could in without blocking
my view. Once that was done, I started through the undecided piled, trying
to get that down to a manageable mess. I heard the answering machine click,
and listened to the outgoing message play, then heard Steve saying the
guys were gone, it was safe for me to come home. I just dropped what I
was doing, got in the car, and went home.
He met me on the porch, and sensing I had a rough day, wrapped his arms tightly around me, and I snuggled into his chest.
"What's wrong?" he asked me.
"I was sick, and my mom called."
"In that order?"
"Well, Mom called, then I was sick, then she called back. She ranted raved and rambled, made me feel worthless, and tried hard to crush my spirit."
"Well, glad to hear she's doing well, then," Steve said as he led me inside. Even though he could have, he never said anything overly mean about my mother. I'm sure his tongue was mighty sore sometimes from biting it, but he was very considerate of the bond of family, no matter how fucked up that bond was.
We went into the living room and sat down on the couch, and I curled into Steve's comfy body.
"So how'd practice go?" I asked as I settled my head on his shoulder.
"Great," he said, softly stroking my hair. "We've got some new songs. I can't wait until you hear them."
"I can't, either." I didn't tell him that I had accidentally read part of one of them when I mistook his notebook for mine. I had only seen the words, not the true song. I wouldn't see that until Steve and the others played it.
"How're you feeling?" he asked me.
"Lethargic," I said. "I didn't think I packed that much, but I'm exhausted."
"Are you hungry?"
"Starving, now that I think about it."
"How about pizza?"
"Sounds good. The usual?"
"Yup. I'll call."
Steve reached behind him and grabbed the phone, dialed, and ordered. Sooty got up on the couch next to me, completely at home already. I rubbed his chin, feeling his loud purr rumbling deep in his chest.
"About half and hour," Steve said as he hung up. "Think you can last that long?"
"I hope so," I said. "You know, though, that every commercial is going to be for food."
"Well, then, we won't watch TV then," he said as he turned the set off.
"It's too quiet," I said after a moment, looking up at him.
"Oh, I can chance that," he said, moving off the couch. I watched him as he moved so that he was sitting next to my legs.
"Lean back," he said, and I felt a kernel of warmth start to form in my stomach. I did as he said, sighing as he lifted my shirt and started kissing my stomach. His lips seemed to touch every bit of my flesh, making the warmth in my stomach burn hotter.
His kisses moved down to the waist of my shorts, where his fingers were busy unbuttoning. I raised my hips and helped him slide them and my panties off my legs. Steve brought his finger to my clit and started rubbing in a small circle, causing me to squirm as the pleasure built. I could feel his eyes moving over my body, as if his gaze were a hand roaming over my flesh. I could hear his breath grow heavier as he got aroused and suddenly an idea hit me. I ran my hand over my chest, down my stomach, and I slid a finger in under Steve's. I'd always known that watching a woman get herself of was something that got Steve excited; I just never thought I'd be the one he was watching. He moved his finger away as I took over, and I stole a glance at him, noting that he was rubbing himself through his pants.
"God, you've got such a beautiful pussy," he said in a throaty whisper.
He moved so that he was between my legs, leaning against the arm of the
couch. I heard the sound of a zipper slowly lowering, and soon I
could tell he was starting to stroke himself. Since I knew he had a perfect
view, I took my finger and slowly slid it inside of me, causing Steve to
gasp, perhaps as he imagined himself, rather than my finger, sliding in.
I was very wet, so when my finger emerged, it was slick and shiny. I returned
to rubbing my clit, throwing my right leg over the back of the couch, spreading
myself wide, giving Steve quite an eyeful, I'm sure. There was something
extremely erotic, by my standards almost kinky, about having my boyfriend
watch me finger myself. Just the thought of it sent a delightful shiver
girl-parts. Steve must have been doing some sort of self-torture, because he had stopped masturbating and just watched me, his breathing heavy and rapid.
"I want you to fuck me," I said, sliding my finger deep inside of me. Steve gasped. "I want to feel your thick, hard cock pounding deep into me.." He whimpered. I brought my finger back to my clit, rubbing slowly, extremely aroused. "Do you want to fuck me?"
"Oh god yes." He moved so that he was between my legs, the close proximity of him to my highly sensitive pussy almost enough to make me come. Steve slid his left arm under my right leg moving it so the back of my thigh pressed against his chest. He did the same with my left leg. He wrapped his arms just above my knees as he slid into me. We both must have been extremely aroused, our sexes highly swollen with blood, because when he slid into me, it felt as tight and snug as it had when I lost my virginity, only there was no pain at all, just pure pleasure. My hips were a few inches off the couch as Steve started moving in and out of me.
"Oh, yeah." I said, watching Steve's face as I talked dirty to him.
"I love when you fuck me like that." A thin sweat broke out on his forehead
as he moved. His eyes were closed tightly, his thick lower lip tucked slightly
between his teeth, his racing pulse visible in his neck. I needed to kiss
him. NEEDED to feel his lips on mine. I moved my legs from his embrace,
my hips falling back to the couch, Steve moving instinctively with me,
never once breaking our coupling. I put my hands on the side of his face
and brought him close to me. He laid on top of me and moved faster as our
lips met, our tongues brushing against one another. As I came, I sucked
lower lip, distorting the sound of my name, which he cried as his own orgasm overcame him.
Sated, we sat up and began redressing, since the pizza was do any moment. When it arrived a few minutes after Steve buttoned his shorts, he paid for it, and I grabbed a couple of beers. We ate, then shared a shower, then made our way to bed, cuddled up with each other as a light rain fell throughout the night.