Morning Coffee
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2021 by Mat Twassel
Fiction Sex Story: The anguish of covid and a bittersweet solution. Illustrated.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Illustrated .
Mornings now that Mat was away, Laura needed something. In times of old they would stroll the mile to the Blue Coyote Café, have a cup of coffee, green tea for Mat, and they’d share a bagel, biscotti, and an hour of conversation while they read their novels. Home they’d make love, and Mat would work on his fiction, and Laura would do a poem, and then it would be time for lunch. Covid killed all that.
No one they knew was dead yet, but five women in Mat’s mom’s assisted living facility perished, so Mat took her out of there, rented a furnished apartment for the two of them, and communicated with Laura via email, messaging, and video chat. He paid the bills remotely. He ordered groceries for her remotely. But he wasn’t there, it wasn’t the same, and she missed him. She missed everything about him.
Mat’s mom was the nicest lady, but secretly, horribly, Laura wished that she had died. Not wished, not truly, but ... how long could this pandemic go on? Maybe forever. She knew she wouldn’t last that long.
“I miss you too,” he confessed.
“I feel like I’m dwindling, more and more every day. I have my coffee in the garden when it’s nice, and most days the orange cat comes around, and I talk to him.”
“What do you say?”
“Oh, just silly stuff.”
“What sort of silly stuff?”
“Like catch any fat juicy mice lately? Fuck any fat juicy pussy lately?”
“What does the cat say?”
“Nothing. He just sits there beneath my chair, smug and silent, not even a quiet meow.”
“Felines are notoriously fickle.”
“Tell me about it. But anyhow he hasn’t been around the past week. I’m beginning to get worried about him.”
“Do you want me to order you a kitten. I think some pet stores will deliver.”
“No,” Laura said after a pause. “But if you ordered me a fat juicy fuck I might not turn it down. Forget I said that. I miss you so much. Say hi to your mom.” She shut off the connection.
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