Amber and I stayed in bed or near the bed all day yesterday and all night last night.
My cock is now red raw with the action.
This morning dawned hazy, lazy, sunlight shining in rays through the weed smoke in her room.
Amber announced she was starvin’ Marvin. Fancied eggs and bacon and a cup of tea in bed. A breakfast fit for a queen.
As I lay there next to her, she suggested a slap up breakfast, only she didn’t have anything in the house. There a corner shop open nearby. Would I be an absolute angel and fetch some supplies?
Of course I would.
I got up and got dressed and made my way out in to the real world for the first time in a couple of days, but I didn’t really want to leave her. Not in a million years. I wanted to stay for as long as possible contented in bed with her. I wanted to look at her face, drink in her beauty some more, let her soothe my troubled soul with her gentle ways and fuzzy logic, but she insisted.
On the walk to the corner shop my mind reeled. There was suddenly so much I wanted to say to Amber, words tripping and stumbling and tumbling over and over themselves in my mind desperate to escape from my mouth to the freedom and sanctuary of her delicate little half-Italian ears.
I purchased bacons, eggs, bread and fresh orange juice returned with a skip in my step to Amber's street, only...I couldn't remember which fucking house it was she lived in. I'd only seen the outside of it in the dark, when I was pissed and stoned. I certainly had no fucking clue which number it was. There were no landmarks I'd noticed on the way up to the shops (my mind had been full of Amber and all the wild possibilities that stretched out before us). The houses all looked the bloody same.
I tried a few doors, rang a few bells, even called out Amber's name at the top of my loudness, but...nothing.I called Tom's mobile to see if he knew which house it was, but it was switched off. I left a desperate message on his voicemail
After half an hour or so of fruitless searching, I was forced to abandon all attempts and return home to wait for Tom's call back.
How stupid.
Still, I had a big fry up, which was a plus.
