The Anniversary Week - Monday - Sex Stories

The Anniversary Week - Monday

... what needed to be done, I just hadn't had a chance to fix it yet. Sierra also would have left for work at least half an hour ago. These were all things I should have remembered from the start. Shaking my head and rubbing my face wearily, I backed away toward the door and said, "No it's cool. I'm just still half-asl**p and not thinking, I'll get out of your way." Claire smirked and walked delicately across the large room, wet feet making slight pattering noises on the tiles. "Well it's too late for that now, since you're blocking my only exit. A less trusting girl would think you were trying to catch her when she was vulnerable." "I think a less trusting girl would be right," I replied, matching her smirk and standing aside in the doorway so she could brush past me, "but doing so with you is a fool's errand since you're never vulnerable." "Oh I wouldn't say that," Claire said as she paused at the bedroom door, "at least not by accident." She waved and closed the door before I could say anything else. I turned back to the shower and removed my clothes, smiling at her words. Claire was still in college, like me, and a drama major, unlike me. She was very good at acting, which is why her comment about intentional vulnerability was mostly true. She was also very good at putting people at ease, despite her stunning looks, which was why I had been able to verbally spar with her so soon after being surprised. It also helped that we'd been friends for years. Turning on the hot water ...

... and letting it run down over me, I closed my eyes and spent a minute picturing the split second when I had been able to see all of Claire, before she'd gotten the towel around herself. I might be in a happy, long-term relationship with a gorgeous woman of my own, but I sure wasn't blind. I got to my first class just before 8, and was finished by noon. That gave me just enough time to have a quick lunch and start my shift at the music emporium. I'm majoring in English, with just a year left to go, which is good because there is a shortage of English teachers at the high schools around me. Someone like me would be welcomed to the school system - as long as I have a degree. I know I know, it doesn't make a lot of money. But teaching sounds pretty cool to me and I'm totally okay with Sierra bringing in the lion's share of the income with her already surprisingly well-established career as an event planner. Anyways, it was a pretty average day overall with the exception of my persisting headache. I could forget about it for a while, but it was always there vying for my attention and dampened what would otherwise have been a pretty good mood. I arrived home a little after 7:30. My house is a moderately sized single story suburban place with 2 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms, lots of windows, a spacious kitchen and living room and a backyard just big enough for the patio and pool. It really belongs to my parents, but they let Sierra and I live here on the condition that we not wreck the ...