Margot - Episode 6

Quite often I wake up to early. This makes me a bit tired, but I’ve grown accustomed to it. Even more, it gives me some time to relieve myself a bit.This gives me a more relaxed state during the day. I work as a software developer for a company. I’ve mentioned working at home quite often, because it wouldn’t affect my work much. Most workdays are spent with hours of lazily gazing at a screen. This way I’m able to do everything during the day. So, working at home would be great. My own coffee, own chair and equipment and working for not more than 2 hours a day. And, of course I would be able to watch some stuff on the streaming services as well. It might even lead to more workouts at the gym.  But, alas, my manager wouldn’t have it.

It’s Saturday, today I have my appointment with Marvin. We meet at 11 o’clock in the morning and I wake up at 7. Tension has build up in my lower back, as usual, and I’m annoyed at my inability to sleep till later in the morning. I sleep in nothing more than my nickers under light cover. Although its autumn, nothing more is necessary. I turn on my stomach and wiggle a bit, pushing into my mattress. This brings me to more of a rhythm. As soon as I feel moist I turn on my back and start to pull on my left nipple. My right hand glides slowly over my stomach and finds the centre of wetness. I wet my index finger in my mouth and place it back, just between the folds of my labia. The nickers become annoying so eagerly I remove them. I just push with some force on my clitoris.

I pinch harder with my left hand and this just tips me over the brink of a lukewarm orgasm. Although it doesn’t bring the deep, glowing pleasure, it certainly brings me the familiar, relaxing mood. It’s clear I’m not finished, but I’m getting in this light trance-like state. I keep stroking my nipples, until both of them have become hard and very sensitive. My whole mount is slippery, so two of my fingers find their way inside without any resistance. A wet sound is clearly heard when I move them in and out. My left index finger is just ticking simultaneously on my nipples, bringing light jolts of electricity in my body. Way more aggressive this time, I’m taken by a sharp orgasm. My back arches and muffled guttural sounds come out of my throat.

Drowsily I look at my phone, it’s 8 o’clock. I slumber away, only to wake up again at half past 9. This gives me time to take a thorough shower, brush my teeth and even apply some makeup. At 5 minutes over 11 I arrive at an unknown coffee shop. After looking around I recognise Marvin.

What has happened? Is this the same person as this goofy, chubby, shy boy? I was able to recognise his hair and voice when he speaks my name. His hair is still the natural dark blonde and he has copious amounts of it. Marvin kisses my left cheek and we sit down. Looking at each other in silence. I sense he’s reliving past moments, just like me. A waitress takes our order. Breakfast for me, Marvin just a coffee. “You look great, Margot.” His eyes look at me hesitantly and when I look down I see a wedding ring on the appropriate finger.

We chat away for an hour. Exchange phone-numbers and make an appointment for Friday, next week at Marvin’s house for diner. What was I thinking? Why would it bother me he’s wearing a ring? We’re old friends with almost 2 decades of no contact. A kiss on my left cheek again, I smell some sophisticated aftershave.

I walk home and spot Gregory’s car. I grab a few bags from the kitchen and go for the obligatory groceries. My mind seems frozen, the rush of memories and emotions is to much to handle. After coming back I clean up the house, especially my bed. I manage to be in time for a quick workout at the gym and prepare for a lazy evening.