My Home : Chapter 1

*** Chapter 1 - Work

“Carman, I couldn’t find those veggie chips that you said Louis likes. Are you sure of the brand you told me?” I asked as I dropped my keys into the wicker basket that my wife kept by the front door.

“What are you looking for?” she asked from the kitchen. I walked down the hall with what I had bought from the store. I turned left into the kitchen area and placed the bags on the long counter top.

“Let’s see,” I said as I pulled out the paper from my pocket. “I think it was ‘Demas’,” I said before actually seeing it. “Dantai’s,” I corrected myself. “It says Dantai’s here, but I couldn’t find it at the store,” I said as I held it out for her to look at, which was going to take awhile since she was stirring a pot that currently had her attention. She placed some green things in as she continued to stir. It could have been rosemary for all I knew or cared at that point.

“I’m going to take a bath,” I told her as I took off my tie. “Tell Louis that I’m sorry about the chips if he arrives while I’m in the shower,” I said as I stood there with my tie in hand. I waited for her to say something, but she just tasted another pot and kept her back to me. I shook my head and walked to the other side of the kitchen and up the stair to our bedroom and master bath.

It had been a long day at work and then I had to shop with every other person who just finished work and really didn’t want to be packed in a store looking for dinner either. I got bumped out of line before I even made it to the cashier by people cutting me off and one old lady that didn’t feel that old when she pushed me in the toilet paper isle. I started to strip in front of the bed and sat to take off my shoes and socks before standing to pull down my trousers and boxers. I walked over to the radio in the bathroom and turned it on before stepping into the shower. I wasn’t able to leave work until six-thirty and I haven’t a clue when I was able to leave the supermarket, but the DJ just said that it was eight-fifteen. I took longer than I thought.

I let the water fall onto my head and slid down the rest of my body as the radio played it’s eighties at eight play list. I heard part of Cindy Lauper’s ‘She Bop’ as I searched for my shampoo among Carman’s bottles and things she had on the shower shelf. I found the black bottle and poured a good amount into my hand before using the wall to snap it close. I closed my eyes as I started to rub it into my hair and the smell of what they call mountain spring, entered my lungs.

I left the lather in my hair as I washed my face so I could see where my body soap was. I turned off the water and the music come in clearer with Huey Lewis singing ‘Got to Get Back in Time’ as I now reached for the tall red bottle. I scrubbed under my arms with my fingers, after spreading some of the soap over my chest and arms. I squeezed a bit more out and moved it over my limp cock and balls before back to my lower back and lower to the crack of my ass and even my asshole. For the last time I filled my hands with the soap before putting it away. I moved down each leg and pressed back against the wall to clean out between my toes. With soapy hands I reached out and turned back on the water. I bent my head under the warm water and turned the back of my scalp into it and stood there for a while before working my fingers into my hair to wash it free of my shampoo and conditioner combo. My hands then moved lower down over my body pushing the soap down with them.

I spent some time making sure that I washed all the soap out from the skin around my cock and from in my ass. I didn’t need to have that burning me later. I tried not to get turned on as I put my finger in and out a few times to wash out the soap. I finished up washing the soap from my legs and feet before I just stood still under the flow of water as I heard the faint sounds of ‘Oh Sherrie’.

I turned off the shower head and reached my hand out for the towel. After hitting the glass a few times I realize that I forgot to bring my towel with me. I stood still for a moment to let the water fall from my hair, back, thighs, and calves before stepping out onto the mat as the news filled the bathroom concerning some guy who seemed to have swindled millions from the general public over some investment scheme.

I walked quickly past the closets into the bedroom where I grabbed my towel from over the chair on my side of the bed. I worked up from my feet to make sure that I didn’t get the carpet wet. Carman made more fuss about it then I did until the day I walked over my own foot prints and got my socks wet before work.

I draped the towel over my head as I walked over to the dresser and retrieved a pair of boxers. I pulled those on before sitting on the bed to make sure that my hair was as dry as possible before looking for a shirt and some jeans. I walked into the bathroom and placed my towel where it was suppose to be and turned off the radio was I walked back out of the room cutting the dj’s sentence in half. I got my favorite pair of jeans and pulled a loose black tee over my head as I walked out into the hall.

I walked back down the steps and turned into the kitchen to see that the things that I brought had been put away and the counter was clear once again. Carman was humming loudly to herself with her head in the fridge looking for some. From this side I saw the white cord that ran from some head sets that were completely hidden by her long black hair, down to the mp3 player that was tucked into her own pair of jeans.

I looked over at the stove and saw that all the burners had been turned off as I walked pass it. I was going to reach out and touch her, but I leaned back against the counter and watched her instead as she bobbed slightly while she continued to do what she was doing. Carman backed out from the fridge with empty hands to close its door and pressed back into my lap. That got her attention.

“AH!” she said as she felt me and tried to jump away. I wrapped my arms around her to hold her in place. I pulled off her head set with on hand and kissed the back of her neck.

“Good night,” I told her as I got a second chance to greet her for the evening. “I’m home,” I said as I let her go.

“James,” she laughed as she turned around in the circle of my arms. She kissed me welcome before pulling back and touching my slightly damp hair. “Did you have a hard day today?” Carman asked as she settled her body on mine and placed her arms around my waist in turn.
“It’s starting to get better,” I told her. It was true. The bath, feeling her in my arms and knowing she wasn’t on her high horse earlier seemed to have undone some of the day for me.

“I’m all done with making dinner,” she said smiling up at me as her mouth came closer to mine. I smiled for a moment before she kissed me and I kissed her back. I didn’t want to stop so when she pulled away, I pulled her back into lip tasting contact. It was on her third, more determined try, did I decide to let her go. She pulled back completely and fixed her tank top that I had very successfully gotten half way off and exposed her left breast. All that work gone, I told myself as I watched it being covered up.

“Are you going to set the table for me, or are you going to make me do that too?” she asked as she walked away to get some things out of a drawer. She picked up those straw things that were shaped like big flowers that she placed the pots on when she put them on the table. I hung my head for a second before I pushed off the island and went to get the dishes to place on the table. We walked back and forth pass each as she moved each pot and pan to the table and me as I set three places for at the table.

“Did Louis call to say when he might be home tonight?” I asked her as I placed the last fork in its place. She was in the kitchen mixing a big jug of something alcoholic.

“What time is it?” she asked.

I looked over at the cable box that was below one of our three new flat panel tv’s. Louis picked the one he liked best and we paid for three of that kind. It seemed ok, they all worked. That was enough to make me happy, but I was a little more than happy when we watched the super bowl last year. It was like I was watching it for the first time.

“The time!” Carman shouted at me, pulling my mind out of that colorful memory.

“Oh, sorry,” I said as I focused. “It’s eight fifty-seven,” I told her.

“He should already been here,” she said as I heard ice hitting glass.

“Do you want me to call him to see where he’s at?” Carman asked as she walked into the dining room.

“No, I’ll call him,” I said as I started padding my pockets. “With your phone,” I added as I looked in her direction. She slipped her hand into the pocket that had her mp3 player and pulled out a slim flip phone. I clicked a few buttons until I saw Louis’ name and pushed the call button. I looked at Carman as she picked up the remote from the table under the tv and walked back to sat down next to me as she turned it on. She flipped through a few channels as Louis’ phone rang.

“Oi!” he answered when he picked up.

“Where are you?” I asked Louis as I now sat down at the table.

“I’m right here,” he answered back before I head the front door closing. I turned in my seat to look down the hall to see him dropping his own keys in the shallow basket and sliding close his phone. I flipped Carman’s phone close and gave it back to her as he walked down the hall towards us. He smiled every step of the way. He never looked like someone who had a long day of work. He rubbed it in whenever he could that it wasn’t the hours that made the day long, just the job. I may not be a model like him and to be honest, I don’t think I’m cut out for such a shallow world, but there was no why on earth I could be a teacher like Carman. Just the thought of being trapped with all those kids each and every day for hours and hours are enough to give me nightmares if didn’t find something else to fill my mind before going to sleep.

“There was a traffic jam and I didn’t think of calling until I was almost home,” he said as bent and kissed me. There wasn’t enough time for me to close my eyes or kiss him back before he left me and walked over to Carman. “Sorry I’m late,” Louis told her.

“You being on time are gifts that are few and far in between,” she told him with a smile as he made his way to his seat. He stopped to take off his jacket and drop it over the back of his chair before taking his seat. His brilliant smile always had, whether I was in the mood for it or not, made me feel happy and tonight wasn’t an exception.

“Eat up guys, I think I did well tonight,” she said as lifted something that looked like fried eggplant and started helping herself. I reached out for the salad as Louis poured himself a glass of whatever Carman had made.

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“That was good,” Louis said after he finished another glass.

“I agree,” I said as I took the last bits off my plate. “You should write this one down Carman,” I told her before reaching for my own glass.

“Thank you boys,” she said as she sat back. “And for your information James,” she said as she looked in my direction. “This one is written down. I printed them out after I saved them on the computer,” she said as she looked at her own half full glass with a small melon ball floating in it. I managed to not get any fruit in my glass unlike to Louis’ which looked like it had a small fruit salad living at the bottom of his glass that was made up of raspberries, melon, cherries and bits of pear.

“I cooked, so you guys clean,” Carman said as she stood. “I’m past due for my shower. See yah guys,” she said as she walked towards the stair case with her tank pulled up to show that she ate her fill.
“I wash, you dry, and we both carry. What do you say to that?” I asked Louis.

“Do-able,” he said before pushing himself to stand. Louis started to gather up the empty plates while I leaned over to pick up the leftover food and took them to the kitchen to look for contains to put them in.

I snapped the last lid close to walked pass Louis who was standing at the sink with a drying towel thrown over his shoulder. It was green with little red apples at the edges. I don’t remember who got it I just know it wasn’t me.

As I walked back from the fridge, he turned to face his side of the sink that was already filled with clean water. We stood side by side and cleared most of the dirty dishes before we started to speak to each other.

“Do you want to talk about work?” Louis first asked me.

“No, it’s boring,” I told him. “What about you, anything interesting?” I asked him.

“I was once again grateful that I looked very much like the guy I am,” he replied.

“What happened?” I asked him.

“Some girl walked in today. It was the first time that any of us had seen her and she said her name was Joe which just helped to confuse us more. Until she went to change we all thought that she was a he. The girl was so flat cheated, no curves and her hair was cut short. I guess our designer was branching out by showing that girls could wear his clothes too. Granted, it would be for the few who barely had any estrogen to speak of, but girls all the same,” he said as he finished wiping the last dish and placed it in the rack.

“Not to your tastes then was she?” I asked as I washed my side of the sink with a soapy sponge to get the last of the grease and muck down into the garbage disposal.

“No she wasn’t. Besides the shock at being wrong about her gender, I didn’t look twice at her. But I did make her look good in the shoot due to my high levels of testosterone,” he commented as he pulled the plug from his side of the sink to watch the water swirl away. I now turned on the blades in the pipe to mince the food and wash it away. He draped the towel over the sink and we both walked towards the stairs. Louis flipped off all lights from the bottom of the stairs as I walked ahead of him. By the time we were half way to my room he had already caught up and was walking next to me.

“What time do you have to be at work tomorrow?” I asked him as we neared my door.

“This job is finished as far as I know, so I get to sleep in until noon if I want to, but I have a new, short day shoot job in the afternoon at one. Then I’m completely free for about three weeks,” he told me with a grin.

“Great, I slave you sleep,” I said as I saw my desk magically starting to fill with new paper work for me to look over, file, approve or reject or to pass on to someone else to get completed.
“Yep,” Louis said as he kept on walking down the hall to his room.
“At least you won’t have the excuse of being tired when I want your attention,” I told him as I stood with my hand on the door knob.
“When have I ever been too tired?” he asked before disappearing into his room. I turned the handle and walked into my bedroom just as I heard Carman squeal in happiness. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it onto the bed as I walked past it and into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I thought about turning on the radio, but I didn’t want something loud in my head before trying to fall asleep.

I rinsed the minty taste out of my mouth before downing a whole glass of cold water. I looked into the mirror to see a man who didn’t look thirty-two and refused to say it in public. I pushed my hand through my black curls and found another gray hair to go with the other three I knew about. My mouth felt tingly from the tooth paste so I turned back on the tap and cupped some water into my hands to wash my lips and chin until the odd itching stopped.

I flipped off the light that I had left on since I used the bath earlier and paused to take off my jeans when I got to the bed. I tossed them over to the other side of the bed before I lifted the sheet and crawled into bed. Just one more day, I told myself. Tomorrow was Friday and then there was the weekend.

I closed my eyes and tried to think of something nice to put me to sleep. I wanted to be passed out before midnight so I didn’t wake up cranky and I’m sure that it was already after eleven.
BANG, BANG on the wall over my head.

“Ahh, aah,” came from the other side of the wall. “Fuck Louis,” was shouted through the air before the banging started again. I wasn’t going to be able to sleep like this. “Haaa, I, I,” Carmon said in a high tone that didn’t have any problems coming through the wall again. I give up. I tossed the sheet aside and rubbed my cock that I was only slightly surprised at finding it half erect. As my hearing listened for more sounds coming from behind my bed and the wall it was leaning against, the springs in their mattress got louder. It even over took the full throaty moans that Carmon was now singing.
“Yeessss,” a pause. “Deeper, push it all the way in,” BANG “All the way in,” BANG, BANG. I didn’t know what was being pounded into the wall, but my mind came up with ever increasing erotic ideas. All my fingers were around my cock as I moved it in time to my growing fantasy and the sounds I were enjoying.

I saw Carmon’s light brown skin look darker under the heavy sheen of sweat from accepting the full thrusts that she asked from Louis. Her hair hid her face that turned into the bed constantly. Her hands were pressed up against the head board and it moved with her.

Louis was behind of her sliding in and out to both their enjoyment. His breath was labored as lust and pleasure warred and grew in him, pooling in between his hips which pushed him faster. His fingers dug more into her soft full hips as her skin got harder to hold on too.
My mind had tapped into them both as they couldn’t stop reaching for their orgasms. I felt Louis’s raw need to keep pushing and hitting into her for the hot warmth that made me feel like I could melt and stay there forever. In Carmon I felt the pleasure of being filled repeatedly. To have power pushed into me and to be pulled towards it as he hit deep inside, triggering shakes and tremors again and again.
I gritted my teeth as my legs started to shake on their own. I gripped my hot cock harder as I moved my hand up and down the length of it faster and faster. I was there, I rubbed the tip of my finger over the head of my cock and into the opening and I exploded. I continued to jerk off as my body itself jerked with the firing of my cock and my hips along with the primal parts of my brain as I continued to come. I didn’t want to open my eyes as I now laid still on my bed. I heard my breathing, and then I heard it less and less as the darkness covered and warmed me.

BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!

My eyes snapped open to look for the clock to turn it off and put an end to the din it was creating in my head. I reached for the black thing that was making way too much noise at seven am. I got the off button in one shot and looked at it as the colon between the hour and minutes blinked away. I watched it turn over to seven zero one before I moved the sheet to sit up.

As I sat up I realized that I had another sticky mess for the dirty clothes bin. I’m going to learn to sleep without anything on one day soon, I told myself as I got up and walked to where I threw my dirty things. I pulled off my boxers that smelled just like the sex I remember not having. I wiped what part of it was still wipe-able before turning on the radio for the weather and traffic before stepping into the shower.