A Spot of Cream

She reaches on tippy toes to kiss his lying lips. She has no idea. Debra is a good girlfriend to Sean. She took classes to learn massage when he started football. Likes his mother. Buys little gifts "just because" on her way home. Trusts him completely. He goes where he wants, when he likes, no questions asked. A smile, a kiss, a "have fun, babe". For his part, he's big on Health. Macros. Meal-prepping. He does all the cooking, three meals a day. Brings her coffee in the mornings, just how she likes it: half a sugar, and a spot of cream. He gets back into bed, gazes over the rim of the mug into her eyes, and smiles. Where were we? Ah, yes. Lying lips. Hear the smooch; smell the strong coffee not quite obliterated by toothpaste. The car door slams, the engine turns over, she drives away. Count: one... two... three... four... Ah, here he is! His hair's darker and shorter, and he has designer stubble frosting his jaw, but they share a "look". Like they've been cut from the same plasticky cloth. Sean opens the door and they disappear inside. Look, they're in the kitchen, kissing. Sean pulls away and squats down to rummage at the back of a cupboard. He stands, grinning, holding something. "Got it," he says. There's more kissing, and they get rather handsy with one another, pulling at clothes, and unbuckling belts. Yesterday, a scrawny looking blonde fella stopped by, and last week it was a black gentleman at a club. Sean doesn't appear too fussy where he empties himself, (mouths, chests, hands, faces, bottoms...) but he's especially particular about where his buddies finish. Thanks to Time Dilation, Sean is surely almost done with this one. We'll take the grunting as read; this isn't HBO. He's panting, eyes shining. That was a good one. Perhaps it's a shame we missed it. "Ready?" he says, holding out the little plastic beaker. He uses his lips and then his hands to milk the gentleman into the container, and then sends him on his merry way. He sets to meal prepping, mixing some of the Secret Sauce with the pasta. He adds a little to the milk as well.

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Edited to add author's note

Word count: 366

(NB. This excludes the title, subtitle, and author's note.)

Submitted on Wednesday 23rd October

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