Fantasy So Night Follows Day by TMaskedWriter

[Ramesh_Rocky]

At his home in Federal Way, Washington, Troy Equals walked into the house, carrying his phone, a bag of donuts, and two coffees in a cardboard holder. He walked through the living room and into the room that had once served as their library, but was now Julie Equal, his wife's, home art studio.

She sat in an office chair, with her back to the door; wearing a painter's smock and nothing else, expecting to have the house to herself for the day. She'd been looking at a blank canvas.

That wasn't true. The canvas already had the crowd scene at Pike Place Market the last time she'd been there on it, she was just figuring out where to make the first mark, so that she could start bringing it out. She jumped a little when the donut bag crinkled as Troy set it on a table. She then turned and smiled in relief at the sight of her life-long best friend bearing life essentials.

"Thought you'd left for class, Master." She said, rolling the chair over to the desk and grabbing her coffee.

"Almost got to the freeway, Mistress, before I got the message that classes have been cancelled for the week because of Helen's thing."

"Hmm," Julie hummed, taking a sip of her coffee. It was just what she would have ordered. She expected no less of the man who knew her better than anyone. Just like the chocolate-covered old-fashioned donut she knew would be in the bag when she reached inside. "Helena's coming to Seattle some time today, and all of a sudden, you get the week off college. Why do I get the feeling that these two things are connected?"

"Well, the text said nothing about UW being bought out by Società Finzione; it feels more like a consequence of Helen, rather than something she orchestrated."

"Probably the same reason I'm working from home this week."

She opened the lid of her coffee cup, dunked the donut, and took a bite. Troy did the same with his coffee and a blueberry cake donut. They then traded and did it again before Troy answered.

"They've got an over-protective husband who knows full well that their Army badass dads taught them how to kick any man's ass, but still thinks we should avoid going into Seattle if at all possible this week, too?"

Julie spun around in the chair to give her typical response to such remarks from Troy, a playful punch to the arm, when she remembered that she was also holding coffee and concentrating on keeping it steady rather than how she was moving. Troy tried to step back, but Julie's arm was still outstretched in a fist, causing her fist to impact with Troy's coffee cup, rather than his upper arm and splattering the liquid flying all over both of them and the room around them.

Julie's smock took all of the coffee that splashed her, and she set down her own, undamaged coffee cup before looking over at Troy.

Troy's college clothes clung to him, coffee all over his shirt and pants. It hadn't been hot enough to burn after the drive home, but it soaked him completely. After the initial shock, the pair analyzed the sequence of events in their heads, looked at each other, and began laughing. Julie stood up and wrapped her arms around him, coffee now soaking from his shirt and pants onto her smock. Troy tossed the ruined cup in the trash and completed the other half of the hug equation. The laughs started to become punctuated with tiny kisses, becoming bigger as the laughs died down, until the kiss was all that was left.

"You know," Julie said when the kiss ended, sniffing him. "That was a mocha, right?" Troy nodded. "You probably taste really good right now. Like, unusually so."

"Was this some happy accident, Mrs. Equals; or a ploy to get me out of my clothes?"

Julie's answer was to pull the smock over her head and drop it to the floor.

"It can be two things, Master. I prefer not to question how we so often get into situations where one of us is naked and the other should be, too. I'm just grateful for their frequency." Julie's hands went to unbuckle his belt. "Looks like all your plans for the day have been changed."

"Yeah, I know." Troy said with mock exasperation, taking off his shirt as his wife slid his pants and underwear away. "Here, I thought I was gonna bring my Mistress a nice little treeee..."

Julie decided not to let him finish the word, taking the tip of his cock into her mouth, and swirling her tongue around it immediately. She sucked on it a moment while gazing up at The Boy Next Door's eyes.

"Looks like you did, Master. And I was right about the mocha, too." She gave him a little lick. "But I'm sorry, hon. I interrupted you." Another lick. "You were telling me about your plans for the day?"

Her lips wrapped around him again, and Troy answered with a sigh and a grin.

"Well, I figured my best friend would be busy painting this morning, so I thought I might take Susan to lunch. Didn't have anything firm until then."

Julie smiled and rose to her feet. She looked over at the canvas. It had survived the incident undamaged. She turned back to Troy and looked into his eyes.

"I was going to, but it looks like something's come up, and I've got to put my plans on hold for a little bit." Julie took hold of her new plans. "So, I've got a little time to squeeze my best friend in."

She picked up her own coffee cup and took a drink. She looked down at his shaft, then back to the coffee cup. With a smile, she stuck her little finger into the cup to see how hot it was. Not overly anymore. She looked down at his cock again, an idea on her face.