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After getting filthy in the Home Base stockroom they had gone to her place and barely made it up the stairs before starting round two. Rebecca had been exhausted the next morning but she managed to go into work, mostly just to allow Greg time to finish his essay. She got very little work done between online lingerie shopping and email conversations with Greg about his essay. She finally left work at 4:30, after she had read and approved the final draft. She thought it was really good.
That night they christened half the flat surfaces in her apartment and the shower. On Friday she called in sick to work in order to get to the other half. Rebecca got a short break to do laundry and shave her legs on Friday evening when Greg went to class. Saturday, Greg went to work and she sat at the bar and and pretended to work while sending him sexually explicit texts.
Things did slow down a little bit on Sunday. They didn’t leave the house or get dressed (except for when Rebecca put on sweats to pay the pizza delivery guy). Their previous frantic pace of copulation was replaced by a slower, calmer experience, with occasional orgasms. They chatted on the floor of her bedroom. They talked about sex and then about exes and then about high school and college. They talked about parents and work. They talked about politics and art and movies. Greg agreed that it was weird that no one at her office had seen Chinatown.
In the end, their “three day sex fest” ended after five days. On Monday they both had to go to work and then Greg had class. He was supposed to come straight to Rebecca’s after but something came up. He called her as he was walking to his car. “I have to go home and give my dad’s birds their medicine. He’s at a poker game all night.”
“What kind of medicine do you have to give birds?” Rebecca was little put out, she had on a very uncomfortable thong and bra combo.
“They have seizures, it’s…… listen if I don’t give them the medicine they will die and my dad will be pissed. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“No, come pick me up.” Rebecca was intrigued. “I’ve never been to your place. I want to see where you came from.”
Fifteen minutes later Rebecca had changed into jeans and a blouse was waiting for Greg when he pulled up. “Are the birds just flying around your house, because animals hate me. They will attack me.”
Greg chuckled, “No, when no one is home Dad puts them in a cage. But ….” He looked a little nervous. “Don’t get your hopes up, okay? It’s just me and my dad so……”
“I’ve seen bachelor pads before. How bad can it be?”
“Well, we have birds that crap in the shower.”
As it turned out, Rebecca thought the birds were kind of cute, when they were in their cage. Greg begrudgingly showed her his room. She threatened to steal his little league picture “You were so adorable. Look at little baby Greg!”
When he started taking things out of his bag she remembered, “Hey, did you get your essay back?”
Greg turned around with a smug look on his face. “Yes, yes I did.” He pick up a few pieces of stapled paper and held them to his chest.
“Well?!?” Rebecca tried to grab the paper but he grabbed her hands.
“This is private, maybe I don’t want to share.” He teased.
“I helped you on that.” She halfheartedly struggled.
“What if I got an F? Won’t you feel bad?”
“You didn’t get an F!”
Finally, he relinquished the essay.
Rebecca read the writing in red ink. “98/100 GREAT WORK, MR. SERRANO. GOOD IDEAS AND ANALYSIS.” She scanned the rest of the essay. “She took off two points for excluding the url in the citation?! You would never include the url if it was also a published work! You should tell her -”
“Hey! Where’s my attaboy?” Greg interrupted her rant.
Rebecca smiled and then sat down on his bed. “Oh, I got your attaboy right here, Mr Serrano.” She was giving him her best come hither look.
That was how they found themselves naked and out of breath in the bedroom he had lived in all his life.
*Am I having a stroke? Is this what a stroke feels like?* Rebecca could hardly breathe her heart was racing so fast. She was also having trouble focusing her eyes.
“yeah!” Greg’s exclamation snapped her out of her thoughts for a moment. “That……..was…...yeah …….right?” He was trying to catch his own breath.
“Yeah!” Rebecca’s brain was starting to reboot.
Finally, after a few more minutes of heavy breathing Rebecca broke the silence. “I’m going to use your bathroom.” Rebecca sat up.
Greg jumped out of bed at that. “So, I told you about the birds and the shower, right?” He grabbed his clothes and pulled them on. “Just give me a few minutes to make sure the bathroom is, well, just okay.” Greg left the bedroom.
After a minute Rebecca decided to get a glass of water. First she swiped Greg’s flannel off the floor. She buttoned the three bottom buttons and checked how it looked in the mirror. Yes, hello, sexy cleavage and belly button. As she made her way to the kitchen and found the cupboard with the glasses she sang to herself. * It’s the sexy getting water song, the sexy getting water song.*
“Do you want a glass of water?” She shouted.
“Um.. yeah, that’d be great, the brita is in the fridge.” Greg replied from the bathroom where she could hear some pretty vigorous scrubbing. She opened the fridge, filled two glasses and then proceeded to take inventory of the fridge while sipping her water and step-touching to the song in her head * Body rolls are really hard!* The fridge was a little barren, Take-out box, pizza box, looks like some kind of pasta, She bent over to see what was on the bottom, very sad apple, maybe .
“I can make you something if you’re hungry.”
Rebecca jumped and dropped her glass and then slipped on the water. Flat on her back, on the linoleum, she could see an older gentleman over the kitchen island. “Sweetheart, are you okay?”
Greg quickly emerged from the bathroom. “What the hell?” He looked at the barely dressed Rebecca and then at the man. “Dad?! I thought you were at Sam’s poker game for the night?”
“I was, and I will be again but I forgot the penne. I was just meeting your lovely, lady friend.” Mr. Serrano was grinning at both Greg and Rebecca.
At this moment Rebecca realized that her calf was throbbing. When she moved it, she left a thick smear of blood on the floor. The glass had broken and a large piece had sliced her lower leg. “Oh,” She said staring at the blood on the floor.
“God damn it!” Greg knelt down beside her “Shit, shit, just stay right there.” He got up and ran back to the bathroom.
“She can’t stay sitting on floor.” Mr. Serrano yelled after him as he moved to help Rebecca. “Be careful, sweetheart, there may be some other shards.” He guided her over to the table while she tried to make sure her boobs didn’t fall out of Greg’s shirt.
Greg soon appeared with a first-aid kit. He pulled out some gauze, disinfectant and a bandage. He began to soak up the blood gushing from her leg.
“This kind of deep.” He started to apply pressure to her leg and Rebecca flinched.
“I think you should take her to the emergency room.” Mr. Serrano said, concerned.
All Rebecca could think about was the fact that she was bleeding all over Greg’s floor and that her labia was touching one of his kitchen chairs, all in front of his father.
The gauze was completely soaked through now. “Okay, Okay! Let’s just get you in the car.”
“I need to put clothes on!” Rebecca nearly shrieked.
“Fine, but do it quick.” Greg said in an annoyed tone.
Without thinking Rebecca tried to get up to go to the bedroom before Greg pushed her back down on the chair. “No, I will bring you your clothes.” He quickly disappeared into his bedroom and returned with her bra, her blouse, her underwear, and some basketball shorts with a drawstring. “You can’t wear your skinny jeans, they will have to cut them off of you and the blood will ruin them.”
Rebecca must have had a horrified look on her face when he unceremoniously dropped the pile of clothes on her lap because Mr. Serrano quickly excused himself with “I need the broom and the mop, from the garage. It might take me a long time to find them.” He started walking towards the garage and then said “Yell, when you leave.”
Rebecca scowled at Greg as she put on there bra and top. “This isn’t my fault.” He held her up as she put on her underwear and his shorts.”
“I think your dad saw…...everything. I think your dad knows what my nipples looks like!”
Four hours and six stitches later, a little past 1:00 AM, Greg pulled up to Rebecca’s house. “Hold on, let me help you.” Rebecca started to get out of the car the moment he stopped.
“No, thank you. I am fine.”
“You can’t make it up the stairs on your own!”
“I will sleep on the couch!” She slammed the car door and then limped to her door. She had never been so humiliated in her entire life, which was saying something.
The next morning she called into work to explain the situation. She planned on just working from home. About two she heard a knock on the door. “Paula, really I’m fine!”
“It’s not Paula.” Greg shouted from outside.
“I’m fine!”
“I believe you. Can I come in?”
“Fine!”
Greg appeared with a heavy looking bag in one hand and a pair of crutches in the other. “I brought some things you might need.”
Rebecca didn’t look at him. “Fine, thank you.”
Greg continued undeterred, “There are some gauze and antiseptic to change your bandages,” He put the items on the kitchen table, “Some crutches, obviously,” He leaned them against the wall. “I can adjust them for you before I go.”
Rebecca continued to stare at her legs, outstretched on the couch.
“I have your jeans, Aaaaaaaand, my dad Made you a lasagna. It’s still warm and delicious if you want some now?” Greg opened the lid and Rebecca’s living room was filled with the smell of fresh lasagna.
“That would be nice, thank you.” Rebecca hadn’t eaten anything since before her accident since, it was so difficult to get around. She had actually only made it to the toilet once and it had been harrowing.
“Also, my dad sent a card.” Greg dropped a small, sealed envelope in her lap.
“Um, okay.” She couldn’t imagine what his father had to say to her except, maybe, ‘nice tits, you slut.’ She opened the envelope and began to read the card.
Dear Rebecca,
I am so sorry that I startled you yesterday. I don’t think either of us wanted to meet that way. Still, I am glad we did meet. Greg has been so happy the last few weeks and now I know why. He speaks very highly of you and from what he has told me you are a wonderful girl. I hope we get the opportunity to get to know eachother better. Please enjoy the lasagna, Greg assured me that you weren’t one of those girls who doesn’t eat. He’s a lucky guy.
Love,
Marco Serrano
Rebecca started to tear up a little bit. “Did you read this?”
“No, why?” Greg started toward her. “What did he say?”
“Nothing!” She put the card into here shirt. “Can you help me upstairs? I really want to go to the bathroom.”
Greg smiled at her and then reached out to help her up. “Sure, then we can eat. I told Kevin, I might be back from lunch a little late.”
As Greg helped her up the stairs Rebecca though that it might be nice to get to know Greg’s dad too.