After taking a shower together we sat in her kitchen. She read the
paper and sipped chamomile tea. I drank Viennese coffee and nibbled
on my bagel and occasionally her earlobe.
— Uh, oh, she laughed.
I slipped my hand inside her robe. Her nipples started to go crinkly.
— He wants something.
My hand slipped further down.
She put down her tea cup.
— Hmmm, feels like you’re still a bit wet and sticky, it must
be soap. Maybe I’d better make sure you didn’t miss a spot.
— Oh, she gasped suddenly. Look, they’ve cut the school budget again.
— Don’t worry, you know how these budget things go. One day it’s
in, then it’s out, then it’s in again. You just got to go with it.
She opened her legs wider.
— Huh, maybe… but things are kind of hard at work already. Ungh!
She moaned, my poor dear.
— You’ll do alright. Besides, if we, you know, live together we’d
both cut our expenses. I mean, we’d get by if one of us had problems.
Her eyes went wide.
— I’m serious.
She was trembling, biting her lip. Almost.
— You know, she said, the weather forecast is for storms.
I took my hand back. I said:
— And given the weather I suppose you’ll want to catch the early bus.
She crumpled the newspaper in her fists.
I licked my fingers. Bagel crumbs.
— Aren’t we men terrible?
— You have your uses.
— Yes? Like?
— Like, would you drive me to work this morning so I won’t be late? Please?
I slipped her robe off and tossed it on the floor.
I was all over her. Neck, ears, the small of her back, the back of her knee.
I picked her up in my arms and headed for the bedroom.
— Wait, my robe…
— Don’t worry, your roommates will pick it up.
* * *
We were both pretty quiet as I drove her to work. She held my hand on
her lap while I drove and gave it back whenever we turned a corner.
We arrived. She opened the door and got out.
— Thanks for the ride.
— You know, I could get used to this. Getting a ride to work, I mean.
She grinned and shut the door.
I’ll get her for that one. Next time.