Three

When Saturday came, I had a hard time getting out of bed. I opened my eyes feeling the ray of light that came in from my bedroom window. It was morning formerly. Damn!

I ran a hand over my face, dreading everything about getting up, I let my mind wander off to check if there were any tasks I hadn't finished up for the people at the office, but I was sure I had done their tasks and was good for a Saturday stay in. But as soon as my reverse hit the bed again, I heard my phone let out a loud buzz.

I let out a loud moan irked that the macrocosm sounded like it was out to get me, to get me outdoors again. I reached out for my phone on the counter that was to my right side. I saw Mark's name flash on the screen and I was curious as to what he demanded or what to say.

“ Hey, babe.”

My throat felt so dry it was hard for the words to come out but I forced it. “ Hey, is everything okay?”

. Mark let out a heavy breath over the line and I was certain he was stressed.

“ My family is coming over at the moment, she was supposed to come this coming week to meet you.”

Yes, I remembered that detail, his family, Laura was coming to the city to pay Mark a short visit and meet me. This would not be my first time meeting her, I had met her before when Mark and I had just started going out. She had settled in Washington and her life was always filled with work as a company mortal resource director. She was a big deal.

“ Oh no, I really wanted to do a stay in this Saturday,” I complained

“ I know squeeze t and I'm sorry for the short notice. She just called and I'm looking at my fridge to see if I've enough food inventories to prepare some homemade lunch.”

“ We can eat out or order commodity she likes,” I suggested

Mark let out a shriek. “ She prefers manual food enough much all the time, so I need you then.”

“ Fine, I'll be there soon.”

“ Thank you veritably much, see you.”

I hung up the call and put my phone back on the counter. So now it was decided that I had to go outdoors.

I sat up, also got out of bed. I walked to the restroom where I stood in front of the glass gaping at my exhausted tone looking back at me. I wondered what I could do to my hair, what I could wear to look neat and impress Laura. By that I mean she was an elegant woman. She dressed well, she walked well, she smelt well too and I just plant out from Mark that she liked eating well too. So no jeans!

I removed my pajamas and went into the bath. I let the warm water marshland over me, I felt the frazzle I was feeling drain off. As I got more relaxed, I pictured myself with my hair tied in a ponytail. I was wearing a blue dress that I had gotten in one of the promenades with some black pearl shoes. That was the look, simple yet some fineness to it. I smiled to myself, thankful I was taking this bath, it brought so important magic with it.

When I dried myself, I was happy I was all set as I walked to my wardrobe and pulled out the dress I had remembered while raining. There it was, it wasn't short, but covered my knees. Perfect fit.

I got dressed, with my hair neatly tied in a ponytail and walked out of my apartment. I stood outside and an empty hack drove to where I was standing. I told the man where I was going and in no time, I was on my way to Mark's apartment.

*****

As I walked into the apartment structure, I talked about my relationship with Mark. I wondered if I was ready to be part of his family or if he was indeed ready for a part of mine. He'd met my parents when we had started going out before in our relationship and my partner didn't like him. My mute still was thrilled that I was twenty-seven and not single. Well, just because one of my parents liked him because she was spooked I would grow old alone, didn't mean I felt ready to move in with Mar, to wed, to get a house together, and start a family. I did not! I was not ready but Mark sounded like that joe who could take on me. My mama said he was “ the bone”. just because he had a great job, a great position in the company and still aiming for further triumphs. He was aged and sounded as if he could run home. The only issue is, he was always busy whenever it was time for us to do commodity together. I understood that, so I tried to cease every occasion he was free for us to spend further time together, like this damn Saturday.

I knocked at his door loud enough for him to hear. After further than two twinkles he was at the door, wearing a short-sleeved shirt that was red and flowery. He'd his smart pants on and some black shoes. He too always made trouble whenever his family was around the corner. It isn't that she spooked him, she just anticipated much from him.

“ Baby, I missed you.” He smiled, belting his arms around me in a clinch. Mark kissed vocally. It was a brief kiss and he walked into his apartment with me. His apartment had white walls, with a black settee. There was a big-screen television plastered on the wall. To the leftism of the room was the kitchen with a kitchen counter also a hallway leading to his bedroom. The design was enough much like my apartment.

“ I missed you too,” I said as I wrapped my hands around his shoulders with one easy stir, he picked me up and put me on the edge of the kitchen counter situating himself between my legs, he pressed his body against mine. And I could tell he was formerly hard, ready from the sense of my body on him.

“ I want some of you,” he said and I could feel excitement figure in me from the sense of him being hard against his trousers. He seized my midriff pulling me to himself and pressed himself indeed more against me and began to grind against me in slow circles that caused the perfect disunion through my panties that were getting wet with his construction.

My hands slid up into his hair, and I looked at the man before me who could be my hubby many years from now.

“ A quick bone before my family comes.” He said and I couldn't help but say out loud

“ Then we go again.”

“ What do you mean?”

“ You just noway make time for us to stay in bed and have some nice coitus also snuggle after, it's always quickies for you!.”

“ Ellen, come on, you know my schedule and that isn't how it is.”

“ Mine is busy too but I try to make time for us, Mark.”

He let out a heavy shriek trying to hold himself as I spoke. He was sorrowfully hard.

“ Let me just ease, I have got a boner. we can talk latterly, okay”. He was formerly sweating on his forepart and felt sorry for him and how uncomfortable he must have felt with his family on her way.

He was right, now wasn't the time to start bringing up our particular issues. I jounced and let him kiss my neck. His hand slid up my shirt lifting my bra, he twisted my hard nipples between his fritters and I felt arousal, bliss wash over me. I was indigent each over again. In no time, he pulled his pants down to his hips and moved a hand to my pant area. He sluggishly made slow movements over my clitoris and I was loving it. He also pulled my pants to the side, making room for where his incline could fluently come by. This was hot and I felt my body want him, worry for him at how he didn't want to remove my panties but fuck me with them to the side. As soon as he got a better grip of the panties moved to the side, he didn't bother to stay, he was breathing heavily at his own desirousness and he just came in hard into me, filling me to the brim in a go. I let out a laugh also a wail. This felt good. My hands seized his shoulders and I began to grind into him as well. We were in stir together as he pounded presto, hard into me. He was in pure need as his main focus was my coochie and I am getting his release.

I groaned again, this time a little louder than ahead and Mark broke with his succulent movements and cupped my mouth.

“ Shh, we have neighbors.” He let out a laugh.

I didn't watch, I was having a good time and there were no rules to it.

Mark continued to come into me, hard, fast and rough. I let him ram into me and I felt him formerly going into a fit for his release. He wasn't stopping now that he was close. When he was at his climax, he snappily pulled and let his slip down to the bottom. He was done. He held me in his arms as he tried to recapture the normal breathing rate. After he felt like he was good to go on, he wriggled his penis to remove the fluids that had surfaced. He also walked to the restroom, brought a roll of a towel, and wiped the bottom where he'd let his release fall to. As soon as Mark had pulled out, my pants had formerly moved to cover the rest of my pounded coochie and I was satisfied and good to go.

“ That was so damn hot.” He said holding my face in his hands.

“ I liked it too.”

He leaned down and stole a quick kiss and pulled back.

“ Now we cook.” He smiled kissing my forepart

****

Mark and I decided to prepare fried rice, pasta, and some steak. Mark was better than me in the kitchen, he knew the right timing for the rice that was boiling, the pasta, and the steak that was on the stove. I watched him and adhered to the instructions he gave me to cut the tomatoes, the onions, green pepper, and also to check on the steak.

“ This all smells so good formerly.” I took the smell of the canvas, the raw tomatoes, onion, green pepper with the steak that was grilling in. It had a beautiful smell of succulent, well-braised food.

“ It sure does, Laura loves steak so this was a great pick for lunch,” Mark said removing the pot of rice from the cookstove. I guess it was ready.

“ Please check from the pasta, it should be ready, she'll not be happy if we overcook it.”

I snappily walked to the cookstove, seized a tea kerchief, and also removed the pot with the pasta from the cookstove.

“ Laura is fraudulent on perfection.” I reflected

Mark lowered. “ Occasionally, well, she just has this thing whereby if she feels you could do commodity way better than you have, she'll not be pleased.”

“ Commodity like cuisine,” I added. Mark jounced

“ Enough much, especially packing ménage stuff, she doesn't get impressed.”

I went over to the roaster and checked the steak in the oven.

“ It sure looks good,” I said

“ Yeah, I suppose you can take it out, we don't want it to be too crisp.”

I laughed, “ And Laura failed to eat it.”

Mark laughed as well, “ We don't want that.”

I pulled out three plates and made a little metamorphosis at Mark's dining table. A metamorphosis passed in his apartment by me. The simple long table in his kitchen, whose job day today was to hold Mark's monuments projected onto them and untreated shifted into a commodity much more. I dressed the table nicely with linen placemats and towels to give it an elegant look just like Laura would like it. The long table came the setting for a family that conceivably, Mark and I would have together. The setting I had managed to put together reminded me of my time in Florida with Mum and pater and Edith. I was youngish also, but we had a family ritual that ever brought us closer together and that was to take all reflections together no matter how busy we were. Perhaps that's why indeed at our place, Edith and I would find our way back to a certain table we could sit at, converse over lunch, feel less stressed out about the pressure of work, of people, workmates, and life in general. This in and nearly magical way, quieted the differences between us just enough so we could partake in a mess and get to know each other.

There was a knock at the door and Mark went on to open it, and from the cachinnations, I heard coming in from the living room, I was sure that Laura had arrived.

I sluggishly walked to the living room looking at my triumphs to make sure they were clean to shake hands with her. Laura stood by the door with Mark. She had her hair neatly over in an elegant bun. There were some sceneries added to her hair that had been lifted up. She had put on makeup, dark shadow, and some red camo. It was a heavy look she had on, it was fairly light but fit well with her face and the cream white long-sleeved dress she wore.

“ Ellen Miller.” She said in her slow, laid aft tone. I sort of heard an English accentuation coming from her, but I couldn't relatively place it.

“ Laura, it's good to see you again.” I smiled, stretching my hand to her. She looked at it also to Mark and back to me.

“ Handshakes with me? Come on then and give me a clinch.” She smiled walking towards me. She wrapped her arms around me and I hugged her back. Her hair smelt so good, I was sure she had washed it from the fresh smell of soap. The scent that came from her smelt like roses, and it was sort of alluring. She was so lady-suchlike, different from people like me and Edith.

“ You look as beautiful as ever,” I said after she pulled back. She threw me a smile and sounded to be flushing. The lady demanded to hear the respects, she was stunning.

“ Oh thank you, Ellen, you don't look bad yourself.”

“ Please, Laura joined us at the table, Ellen and I made us all some lunch.'' Mark chimed and signaled to where the dining table was.

I was sure I saw Laura's jaw drop as soon as she saw the setup.

“ The two of you did all this?” She looked over and Mark and me and we jounced at her.

Oh yes, darling.

“ We wanted it to be nice and cozy just the way you like it.”

“ And to eclipse it up, we made some fried rice, pasta, and some steak,” I added as Mark brought in the plates with the food.

“ Thank you so much, now please let me not stay any longer but get started with this social lunch.” She sat herself down in a president leftism of the bone I was to take. I was beyond thrilled that she was impressed and also authentically happy.

Mark at the head of the table was generally the head of the gathering we had made. After we had all settled down in our seats, I decided to lead in saying grace.

Laura also took a first take of the rice and her eyes closed as she masticated on it. She let out what sounded like an enjoyable wail. She was loving it.

“ Wow, the rice tastes so good.” She smiled, now cutting a piece of the steak using her chopstick and cutter.

“ You two did a great job with the cuisine, the setup, I'm so lowered.” She put a hand on her casket and also went back to have further to eat of her food. Mark did the same and I went on to have some of mine. It was succulent, by yours truly, Mark Williams.

Laura soon came to the jocund storyteller for the lunch we were having. With every juicy steak she served up there was an inelegant joke as its side. She'd relate stories from her youngish times with Mark, funny bones and a lot of disturbing moments, or occasionally those of their grandparents’. No matter what the story, there was always a punchline she sounded to be suitable to add painlessly. This would generally draw an irritated shriek from Mark, signaling that maybe this story was kindly inflated for uproarious effect.

Mark decided to chime in and take over from his family and introduced a more serious content, his experience in the academy with bullying.

“ I got bullied because I was skinny at the time, the girls, boys, and some preceptors made fun of me.” Mark participated in his story. He sounds sincere, a little vulnerable at that moment.

All through, Laura was veritably calm, collected, and gave off an awful sunup about her as she heeded in. She had dropped down on the jokes and had a more serious address now. I allowed that she was inconceivable, a great woman.

“ I got bullied at academy too, I suppose we all did,” Laura added, meeting my aspect at her. I felt she was motioning for me to add or partake in my experience so I did.

“ I was made fun of because of my braces, it took a while for me to get relieved of them.” Oh, what a memory!

And we went on talking about different effects, from pictures to alcohol brands and a bit of politics.