The Anniversary Week - Monday - Sex Stories

The Anniversary Week - Monday

The following story is an original work of fiction ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock buzzing - and a headache. I solved one annoyance by tapping the screeching device on my nightstand and tried to alleviate the other by rubbing my temples with one hand and reaching for the half-empty glass beside my clock, which was flashing 7:00. It didn't help much, as I knew it wouldn't. I don't often get headaches but when I do they're slow and deep and last for days. With a sigh of resignation I got up from my bed and stumbled over to the bathroom to start my morning routine. Now I don't want to brag too much - but I will. I've got a freakin' sweet bathroom. It's huge (about the size of my master bedroom) and sports a separate shower and bathtub, a little stall for the toilet, a small closet, and two sinks side-by-side with a massive mirror over both of them. The bathtub itself is a monster at a little over 6 feet in length, which is just long enough for me to completely lay down in it. The only things my bathroom is missing are a wall-mounted TV and a mini fridge. Unfortunately, my lobbies to include them when the bathroom was being customized were vehemently shut down by my girlfriend. Some lame excuse about my never leaving the bathroom if they were added, or something. At least I was able to push through the surround sound speakers. The bathroom was already occupied with ...

... the shower running, but that would just be Sierra, my girlfriend of 4 years, getting ready for her day as well. Paying no mind to the closed door I went in and availed myself of the toilet, remembering not to flush so as not to cut off the hot water in the shower, and began to brush my teeth and shave. Eventually the flow of water cut off and I could hear faint humming emanating from the shower stall. Eager for a hot shower that usually helped with my headaches, I began pulling off my clothing so I could hop right in. The shower door slid back and the occupant stepped out. Tall, just a few inches shorter than me, she had long, velvety red hair that was pasted flat to her well-toned body, a flawlessly light complexion, and startling blue eyes. She was gorgeous. She also wasn't my girlfriend. "Claire!" I sputtered, trying to quickly put my clothes back on. Claire jumped in surprise, nearly slipping and falling down, and finished wrapping her towel around herself. "Morning Eric," she said as her face became slightly redder than the hot water had made it. "Sorry to surprise you like this, I was hoping I'd be done and gone by the time you woke up. Sierra said I could shower here since, you know." Oh. Right. With the shock wearing off, my mind was able to rise above my stupid headache and draw from my memories. Claire was an old friend from high school and was staying with Sierra and I for a couple weeks. We did have another bathroom but the shower wasn't working and though I knew ...