PART 2: Reality
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Saya and I had shared a beautiful weekend. Now the real world waited. Walking out the door, I couldn't think of anyone else I wanted at my side. My life after love had begun.
But when I said that the real world waited, I meant reality would be shattering my fantasy world. From the moment we walked into the building together, our professional lives took over. It's not that we wanted to hide our relationship, but advertising it to the whole company would not be a good idea. I just told myself that I would soon be able to express my affection for Saya when we left work.
Monday morning is always busy as hell. Our President had a whirlwind of meetings, and Saya had to attend every one of them, taking notes and preparing executive summaries. I barely saw her the whole day. For my part, I had my own set of meetings, and the emails were seriously piling up. To top it all off, one of our periodic crises hit, and I knew I would not be leaving the office on time that evening.
Around four in the afternoon, I managed to run into Saya for a brief moment in a hallway. I glanced around just enough to recognize that we were not alone, and had to contain my urges.
"Hi." Damn, she was pretty.
"Hello."
"How are you?"
"Very busy. You seem very busy, too."
"Of course." My eyebrows knitted as I made my confession. "Look, I don't think I will leave on time for dinner tonight."
Saya looked disappointed but still smiled prettily. "I understand. I will spend more time with my roommate."
"That sounds good. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yes, of course."
I wanted to enfold her in a hug and taste her lips. But I refocused onto the job at hand and strode away to get together with my employees. I still had a long day ahead of me.
***
Tuesday and Wednesday were more of the same. We ran ragged doing our jobs and giving no more attention to each other than any other coworker. I spent more time with Bradley and paperwork than with anything. And as the hours piled up and drifted away, my memory of Saya started to slip as well. The flame of our relationship that burned so brightly over the weekend was slowly dying down the longer we spent apart.
I couldn't quite remember the scent of her hair, or the precise way that she tasted. Then I realized how little I knew about her. What was her favorite color? Her favorite food? Did she know my favorite color?
Did Saya miss me as much as I was missing her? I wanted to know where she was, who she was with, what she was doing. Not out of jealousy, mind you. But the only way I knew how to do a relationship anymore was a married-type of relationship. The kind where you sleep in the same bed as your wife every night. Now that I had her, I felt so alone without Saya.
Did I even have her? We'd never discussed our relationship status. And at least outwardly, Saya seemed perfectly comfortable despite not spending much time with me. Maybe she didn't even consider me a boyfriend yet. I was consumed by my own paranoia.
By Wednesday night I couldn't bear to be apart from her any longer. Lonely at home, I called and begged, and Saya came over to my condo. My intention was just to be with her, hold her in my arms, and spend some quality time talking to her. But when she came through the door, we'd barely exchanged pleasantries before lust took over and then we were kissing and groping and stripping. There was minimal foreplay, and then suddenly she was bent forwards over the couch and then we were humping like two crazed maniacs. I blew my load into her gushing pussy, a huge torrent as if to wash away all the built up stress of the past few days. Then the two of us literally collapsed to the floor in a sweaty pile of flesh.
She was only in my condo for about a half an hour before we collected ourselves, and she went home.
***
On Thursday I felt the same: overworked, tired, and missing Saya terribly. I left work at eight in the evening, stressed out. I called Saya to tell her I was going home, and she surprised me by meeting me at my front door.
She was already kissing me before I got my key out, and then once inside she stepped back to take in my disheveled appearance. "You look terrible."
"Thank you," I answered sarcastically.
Her faced screwed up, not yet understanding. Then I remembered that sarcasm is sometimes hard to understand for a non-native English speaker. I sighed, my head hurt.
"I was joking," I quickly told her.
Satisfied with my answer, she nodded and then moved in to start unbuttoning my shirt. This time, she had a cool detachment as she undressed me: efficient, not seductive. Coupled with my exhaustion from the week, I wasn't even hard when she got me naked. However, when in a few short moments, Saya became equally naked; no amount of tiredness was going to stop my arousal.
She grinned when she saw me start to rise, but then she was simply pushing me into the bathroom and then turned on the shower. I let my eyes roam over her petite body, smooth lines interrupted only by her perfect breasts and tight ass. Her nipples were already hard from the cool air.
Once satisfied with the temperature, Saya directed me into the spray and then followed in after me. For a few minutes, we just basked in the warmth of the shower spray, holding each other closely and letting the water dribble down between our chests pressed together.
We kissed tenderly, and I felt my reviving erection pressing against her stomach. But then Saya took to cleaning me. She shampooed my hair and massaged my balls, smiling all the while. She rubbed soap over every bit of my body, and I mean every part of me. In the end I was squeaky clean and also very turned on.
Then with a gentle grace, Saya pushed me down to sit on the bench built into the shower, the cold surface momentarily biting into my ass. But then she was kneeling before me, the shower spray hitting her back as she descended her lips downwards and sucked my member into her mouth.
