Falling Into Routine
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Chapter 31: The New Routine
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 31: The New Routine - Childhood friends looking for true love and ready to start a family deny how perfect a couple they would make together by getting as close as possible. The secret plan to keep from falling into each other's arms - follow the same routine. Re-write so read from the beginning.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction FemaleDom Light Bond Polygamy/Polyamory Black Male Hispanic Female Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Big Breasts Size 2nd POV Slow
The light came in soft through the linen curtains, casting golden streaks across the tangled bed.
Carla woke first. Her face was pressed into a pillow that smelled like skin and sweat and jasmine. A weight pressed against her back—Eli’s arm, heavy in sleep. Behind her, Mama’s breath was slow and even, her hand still loosely linked with Carla’s. Somewhere at the foot of the bed, Yenni’s dark curls spilled across Eli’s calf, her bare shoulder rising and falling with each breath.
They’d done it. They had taken the leap, crossed the lines, and still—this.
Warmth. Closeness. No shame. No panic.
Carla slid her hand down Eli’s chest and placed a kiss on his shoulder, careful not to wake him. She shifted, careful not to disturb the pile of limbs too much, and climbed out of bed.
A few minutes later, Mama Caceres joined her in the kitchen, hair tied up in a loose bun, robe clinging open over one shoulder. Carla had just set the coffee to brew.
They didn’t speak at first. Just moved in rhythm like they always had, making breakfast like a Sunday morning a year ago or ten years ago.
Then Mama gave her a look. “How do you feel?”
Carla leaned back against the counter, thinking. “Like something clicked into place.”
Mama nodded slowly. “Me too.”
They stood in silence again, but this time it was charged with something peaceful.
“Think Eli’s okay?” Mama asked.
Carla smiled. “I think he’s still asleep. And happy. And probably dehydrated.”
They laughed softly together.
Later that week, Carla and Eli sat in Mama Caceres’ small home office, poring over spreadsheets. Yenni was at the whiteboard, writing notes from a call with a potential new vendor.
Mama ended her own call and spun around in her chair.
“I appreciate you both taking time off this week,” she said, covering the receiver. “I know your jobs aren’t easy to step away from. But you being here to help with the expansion? It means the world. To both of us.”
Carla waved a hand. “We wanted to.”
Eli added, “It’s not just your business. It’s our home now, too.”
Mama smiled, eyes shining briefly before she went back to work.
Yenni tapped her pen against the board. “Okay, hear me out. What if we offer a special service package for tech offices? Security-cleared cleanings. We could even sell it as a privacy premium.”
Carla blinked. “That’s ... actually brilliant.”
Eli grinned. “I know at least three startups in the area that would jump on that.”
Mama leaned back, letting the pride show. “Yenni’s going to run this thing one day. Just you wait.”
Yenni flushed and looked away, but her smile lingered.
They returned to their work, their banter easy, hands occasionally brushing when passing folders or coffee cups. It was routine now. Not just Sunday morning—but Tuesday planning, Friday errands, late-night laughter over invoices and wine.
It was theirs.