We were both fast asleep five minutes later.
I woke up hours later, my mouth tasting like something at the bottom of a trash can. With a groan, I stumbled into the bathroom. I was still wearing my pants, but somewhere along the way I’d lost my boots. I had no idea where my shirt and bra had ended up.
As soon as I got to the bathroom the nausea hit. I dropped to my knees, puking out all the alcohol and possibly some things I ate last week. When I was done, I stumbled to the sink, washing my face and after a moment’s hesitation, using Julia’s toothbrush to clean the foulness out of my mouth.
Julia staggered in, totally naked, eyes half closed and dropped onto the toilet to pee. She reached for the toilet paper and then screamed as she realized I was in the bathroom.
“Hey! I’m trying to pee in here! You’re invading my privacy.”
“I was here first,” I said, rinsing off her toothbrush.
“Wait, are you using my toothbrush?”
I winced at her high pitched question. Damn she was loud and screechy. How had I never noticed that before?
“I didn’t think you’d mind, not with the taste of your cum still in my mouth.”
“You’re disgusting,” she grumbled as she pushed to her feet. “I don’t know how I ever slept with you.”
She bumped me with her hip, pushing her way in front of me to the sink so she could wash her hands and face, then grabbed her toothbrush out of my hand. She rinsed it for approximately five hours before brushing her teeth, watching me in the mirror the entire time.
“It’s still the weekend,” I said, moving close behind her and pressing my boobs against her bare back.
She spit out her toothpaste and gave me a frothy smile. “That it is.”
“What do you say we make breakfast and then go back to bed?”
“I say that’s a great idea.”
Julia
“You two did a great job,” Gina said, giving us a smile. “This proposal is going to get funded, I just know it.”
“Thanks Boss,” I said. “It was a ton of work, but we did our best and I feel really good about it.”
In the chair next to me, Chris nodded.
As weird as it was to say, Gina had been right. Chris and I were a good team. Once we’d gotten past our differences, the proposal had come together nicely, and we were both happy with it. Chris and I worked out our differences related to the admission criteria, and I had to admit that the training modules that she’d proposed were well thought out. We’d both shared the highlights of the proposal with our respective teams and gottengood feedback from the staff members who would actually be implementing the program if it got funded.
I hadn’t seen Chris since she left my house Sunday night after having sex several more times. We’d talked on email and via Teams chat to finalize the proposal, but it had all been strictly business. Sitting next to her now, after four days apart, I felt the oddest sensation. I think… I missed her?
That couldn’t be right. First of all, we hadn’t spent enough time together to make her absence generate some kind of feelings inside me. Secondly, we’d had a sex-fueled weekend, but we’d both agreed it was a one-time thing. We didn’t particularly like each other, and we spent most of our time together either arguing or fucking.
I needed to find someone more compatible that I could spend my life with. Maybe my mother’s pressure was getting to me, but over the last week I’d had these urges I’d never had before. Urges to have a long-term girlfriend. To share my life with someone. To have a family.
When I closed my eyes and imagined this future of coupledom, I imagined Chris. But that was just because we’d spent the weekend together, I was sure. Or maybe it was because we’d had sex so many times, in so many positions, and it was so freaking good every single time, that I just had Chris on the brain. Now that we’d finished our grant proposal and our boss had blessed it, there was no reason for us to talk or see each other.
My stomach pinched at the thought. Maybe it was just a cramp. I was pretty sure my period was due any day.
“I’ll have Allison approve this and then I’ll send it over,” Gina continued, oblivious to my internal processing.
Allison was our executive director and Gina’s boss, and she reviewed all grant proposals before submission to make sure they were in line with the board’s strategic plan for the agency. They’d been a lot more involved in governance and oversight since the big embezzling scandal with our former CFO.
“You guys should both take tomorrow off and have a long weekend,” Gina suggested. “You deserve it.”
“Oh thanks Gina, but I have a lot to do.”
“I insist,” our boss said firmly. “I’m giving you both the day off tomorrow, and I’d better not see you in the office or on your email. You two go have some fun.”
