Date: Thu, 23 Feb 2012 13:51:44 -0800 (PST) From: Bono Torros Subject: Sleepy Days, Come No More_Chapter 19 Sleepy Days, Come No More Chapter 19 As I walked into the living room I saw Theresa. She was a tall woman of about 5 foot 9 inches. She, like her brother had long blonde hair and emerald eyes. She was a not a thin woman, she was shapely, and very toned. She was a cute girl with pouty lips and creamy skin. She was wearing a tailored dress that clung tightly to her body, accompanied by a pair of high heels, a string of pearls and a pair of pearl earrings. Her long tresses were pulled back in a simple ponytail and she wore little make up. Theresa's beau was a decent looking man. He had tan skin and dark eyes. His hair was jet black and short. He had a mustache and beard. He was extremely well groomed and impeccably dressed which added to his appeal. He looked to be about 5 foot 10 inches, just slightly taller than Theresa. He was corpulent, but not by much. They were all smiling and talking amongst themselves. I stood there for a moment and observed their interactions. They all had a good rapport with each other and Blake was beaming as he looked at his sister. I had not seen him appear so unabashedly happy since I returned. I took a deep breath and walked toward them. "Hello." I said with a smile. "Steven this is my sister Theresa, and her boyfriend Caleb." Blake introduced. "Nice to meet you." I said as I extended my hand to Theresa and Caleb, respectively. "Well, I finally get to meet the beloved Steven." Theresa said with a smile. "Beloved?" I asked. "Yes. My parents love you, Liz loves you, I recently had lunch with Joel and Jason and they love," Theresa paused, "I have never met you but I think I love you by association." Theresa said with a smile. We all laughed and I blushed, "Well, your brother has told me so much about you that I feel like I already know you." I confessed. "I hope he has been kind to me." Theresa said glancing over to Blake. "He has song your praises. According to him you are the greatest little sister on earth, an unparalleled beauty with a brilliant mind, and that you walk on water and turn it into wine for special occasions." I said and we all a chuckled in unison. "Now, I only walked on water the one time." Theresa said with a smile. "We should head out." Blake said. "Where are we eating?" I asked. "The Garden Club." Blake informed. "Oh, should I wear a tie?" I asked concerned. "You look great." Blake said. "At least let me grab a blazer or a cardigan." I said. "Okay, but hurry baby." He instructed. I went to the room and grabbed a blazer, tie, handkerchief, and a small jewelry box. Then I rejoined the others and we headed out. Apparently, Blake had taken Theresa and Caleb to a car rental place. Caleb drove; Blake and I sat in the back. "An ascot, really?" Blake asked. "Yes. This is a very sophisticated look. I have several of them in various prints." I said proudly. "Yes, I have seen them I just hoped you would never actually wear them." Blake said. "The tailor told me that this was a very handsome look." I said. "It is slightly pretentious; I mean we are not going yachting." Blake said with a smile. "Look, I have a closet full of clothes that I never get to wear, I'm wearing this ascot." I said firmly. "I think it is a wonderful look, Steven, I saw a man with a similar style on the cover of an Italian fashion magazine. It is very international." Theresa said. "Thank you. It is good to see that one of you is fashion forward." I exclaimed. "Oh, well my style was good enough to land you. Right?" Blake said with a smirk. "I made some exceptions." I retorted. "Do I make a left or right at Washington?" Caleb asked. "A right." Blake instructed. "So, how was the flight?" I asked. "Well, it was fine, you know with all the security precautions it makes it a little more strenuous, but everything went okay." Theresa said. We talked casually for the duration of the ride. I continued dressing, putting on my cufflinks and folding my handkerchief. Once we reached the restaurant, Blake and I exited the car. Blake opened the door for his sister and Caleb checked the car with the valet. "How do I look?" I asked. "You look very distinguished Mr. Greene." Blake said as he stepped close to me and proceeded to adjust my ascot. "Thank you Mr. Mitchell." I said. "I have to make sure my guy looks good." He said with a smile. "It is good to be your guy." I said. "You guys ready?" Caleb asked. We entered the restaurant and Blake went to the Maitre D' stand to inform him of our arrival. He was told that it would be fifteen to twenty minutes until we would be seated. Blake suggested we go to the bar and have cocktails. Everyone agreed and we went over there, I sat between Theresa and Caleb. Theresa was on my left and Caleb was to my right. Blake sat next to Theresa. Theresa ordered a Ruby Duchess, Blake ordered a Manhattan, I ordered a ginger ale and Caleb repeated my order. Theresa and Blake talked and Caleb and I began to chat. "You don't drink Caleb?" I asked. "No. I am Muslim, it is against my religion." Caleb explained. "Oh." I said. "What is your reason?" Caleb inquired. "I just prefer not to be under the influence." I said. "That is a very good reason." Caleb said. "Are you first generation American?" I asked. "No, second generation." Caleb replied. "Where exactly is your family from?" I inquired. "Father's parents are from Turkey; my mother's parents are from Georgia and Lebanon." Caleb explained. "That's near the Black sea and Iraq right?" I asked. "Yes, it is. It is really near a lot of places. Greece, Egypt, Romania." Caleb said. "Do you visit often?" I asked. "Not as much as I would like, it is just hard with all the unrest in the Middle East. It's a shame because I would really love to go more; it is so close to so many countries. It is really quite beautiful." He gushed. "There certainly is a lot of history there, a lot of fascinating culture." I said. "Are you interested in mideastern culture?" Caleb asked. "Yeah, actually I am. I am interested in all cultures, I really want to travel." I confessed. "You should. I travelled around Europe for the summer after high school with some friends. It was a great experience." Caleb said. "There were a few opportunities at my high school for trips like that but they were expensive and I couldn't see my parents sponsoring such a thing." I explained. "What about now?" Caleb asked. "Travelling is a big priority for me in the future, but at present I need to focus on my career, but one day." I said. "Don't let too much time past, because one day will turn in to never." Caleb cautioned. We continued to chat until our party was called to be seated. We all looked over the menu, the prices were astonishing. Blake must have seen my expression because he said, "Baby, the prime rib is really good. I know you would like that. The quail is really good too." Blake said. "You've been here before?" I asked. "Yes. When my parents visit we come here." Blake explained. "I think I will have the quail." Theresa said. "I am going to have steak." Caleb added. "I will order the lobster and if you get the prime rib, we can share and create a sort of turf and surf experience." Blake suggested. "Okay, but at these prices I would not even have a glass of tea." I said with a meek smile. We placed our orders and began to converse among ourselves. "How has work been going?" Caleb asked Blake. "Okay, still haven't been able to land a permanent position, but it has been okay." Blake said. "How about you, anything new in the life a civil engineer?" Blake asked. "I love my job. It is exciting everyday there is a new challenge." Caleb said with a smile. "Do you work for the government or a private firm?" I inquired. "A private firm, but we take on a lot of government projects." Caleb explained. "As a civil engineer I would assume that you work closely with architects, kind of bring their vision to reality." I said. "Exactly, the architect has the vision, but I have to contend with the pragmatic, how is this actually going to work. It's a lot of physics." Caleb expounded. "That sounds really cool. I personally like the artistic part of architecture but have little interest in the infrastructural components that you provide." I confessed. "Most people are not, but let us not dwell on civil engineering I would bore you all to death." He laughed. "I hear you are in the medical profession?" Caleb asked me. "Yes. I am in nurse management." I said. "What does that mean?" Caleb asked. "Well, supervising workers who are nursing staff, actual nurses and direct care staff. I just assure that they adhere to all the procedures and guidelines. I also, assure that our hospital policies correlate with the current state and federal regulations. In addition to other tasks." I explained. "Do you do that for the entire hospital?" Caleb asked. "No, that is what the director of nursing does; I am one step beneath her. I only supervise nursing for the psychiatric units." I replied. "Sounds like quite a bit of responsibility." Caleb said. "It is not that hard in truth, just a lot of paper work." I said. "Don't be modest Steven; it is difficult you are just good at it." Blake said. I smiled, "So, what about you Theresa how is school going?" I asked. "It is going. One more year and I will finally be finished." Theresa exclaimed. "Then you will join the family firm?" I asked. "That is the plan, provided I pass the bar." Theresa said. "I am sure you will be in the top one percent." Blake said with a smile. "Yes. Blake always talks about how smart you are Theresa." I said. "Blake is the smart one. He was the one who was expected to take over the firm, walk in Dad's shoes. But he is a rebel." Theresa said. "I am not a rebel." Blake said with a smile. Our food arrived. Blake and I shared our meal. We all talked for the duration of the dinner. There was a small contest for who would have the honor of paying the bill. It was over 1200 dollars, Blake won the honor based on the host always pays clause. Then Caleb dropped Blake and I off at my apartment. Blake told them he would be over late the next morning and then we said goodbye. When we entered the apartment we both headed to the bathroom. I arrived there first. Blake walked in behind me. I went to the toilet and proceeded to urinate and Blake stood beside me and did the same. We both brushed our teeth and washed our faces. We went in to the bedroom and started to undress. I took off my blazer and hung it in the closet. Then removed the ascot, and both of my shirts. I bent over and untied my shoes and removed them. Next I took off my pants and socks. Then I climbed into bed. Blake had undressed also, only his crotch and ass were hidden by a dark blue pair of boxer-briefs. I lay there in bed and admired his physique. I found myself becoming aroused. The beat of my heart sped and my breathing became a little uneven. I bit my lip as thoughts of him ran through my mind. He looked over at me and I smiled meekly at him. He started his exercise regime and I took some files from the nightstand to review. After he completed his routine he left the room. When he returned he went to the dresser and applied deodorant to each of his armpits. Then he slipped off his underwear and walked over to the bed and climbed in. I put the files on the nightstand and turned toward him. We lay there facing each other. "So, did you enjoy yourself tonight?" He asked. "Yes. Your sister is lovely, very intelligent and charming, but I guess she would have to be." I said. "She would have to be?" He asked. "I mean it must be hereditary." I said with a smile. "She really liked you too. I could tell, but everybody likes you." He said. "I don't know about that, but I am glad things went well tonight." I said. "Yeah, thanks for playing happy couple with me." He said. "Blake, I wasn't acting. I want to be `happy couple'." I said. "You and Caleb seemed to hit it off as well." He observed. "I like him; he is a very interesting guy. Besides you know I like to have as much diversity as possible, and he is of Arabic decent and a civil engineer. I can make a check on my list." I said with a laugh. "What you keep track of how many people you know from different cultures?" He asked playfully. "No, more like mental notes. I just like being around as many different types of people as possible, I think it would benefit everyone, people would be more accepting." I said. "That is a very good point Mr. Greene." He said. "Are you tired?" I asked as I extended my arm and gently caressed his chest with my middle finger. "I am a little sleepy." He said. "Well, I am sure that I can rouse at least one part of you." I said flirtatiously as I moved closer to him and lightly rubbed my knee against his cock. "Feels like he is preparing for a performance." I said. He kissed me on the lips and forehead. Then he moved my knee from his crotch. "Not tonight baby, we both have early starts and it's late." He said. "Okay." I said. "I love you Steve." He said. "I love you too." I replied. He turned in the opposite direction and turned off his lamp. I moved back over to my side of the bed and continued with my files. I worked for about forty minutes, and then I put the files aside and shut off the light. I tossed and turned for a short time, but eventually found sleep. The next morning I woke to an empty bed. I went to bathroom and proceeded with my hygiene. I used the toilet, brushed my teeth, and washed my face. Then I stripped off my underwear and stepped into the shower. As I started to wash my hair I heard the door open and soon someone entered the bathroom. I continued showering when the curtain moved and Blake stepped in behind me. He put his hands on my shoulders and moved in close to me. "Good morning baby." He said. "Good morning Blake." I said. "How did you sleep?" He asked. "Fine. You?" I asked. "I slept well." He replied. "You went for a run?" I asked. "Yeah. Pass me the soap and towel, so I can clean your back." He instructed. I passed him the soap and wash cloth. He cleaned my back and ventured to my ass. First cleaning the cheeks and then between the cheeks, finally pushing his clothed finger into my hole. I gasped as he continued to massage my hole with his finger. "You like that baby?" He asked. I nodded yes. "Would you like me to make up for last night? I am fully awake now." He whispered in my ear. Again I nodded yes. He removed his toweled finger from my hole, lubed his cock with soap, and then slowly slid inside of me. I briefly lost my breath and stretched my arms forward to stabilize myself against the wall. He just stayed still for a moment, completely submerged in my depths. I managed to regain my breath as the initial discomfort faded from my awareness. Blake began to slowly withdraw from me, brushing against my prostate as he did. Then, when only the tip of him remained, he slowly reentered. This went on for a while until we had formed a stay rhythm. Then he slowly increased his speed. Blake lifted me from the wall and guided me to an erect position. Then he moved us forward, while maintaining constant penetration. Now I had my forearm against the wall, with my face pressed against it. Blake reached down and gave my cock a few strokes which sent waves through my body. He placed one of his hands against the wall and began to thrust in and out of me at a faster pace. This change of speed meant that he was constantly rubbing against my prostate and sending this continual surge of sensations through me. My cock was throbbing and demanded attention. I took myself in hand and started to rapidly stroke. It had become too much. It was an utter sensory overload. Blake was thrusting in at out of me faster and harder with each moment, working that spot that caused waves of electricity to shot through me. There was also the constant flow of warm water, which thumped against my skin in an erratic fashion, causing my pores to open, making me sensitive to every subtle change in the air. These factors, combined with my own jerking culminated to send me spiraling towards the edge. And I began to moan louder and louder, as my breath became more and more ragged. Blake was going faster and faster, and he too had began to moan. I could not hold on any longer and I shot my load against the wall. I released my, now, sensitive cock and steadied my shaking body against the wall. Blake let out a loud grunt as he erupted inside me and then collapsed against my body. We stood like this, with our naked, wet bodies pressed against one another, and his writhing cock still pulsating inside of me. Then he stood up and pulled me into his arms. He kissed and sucked my neck. He told me that he loved me and I told him the same. He turned me around and gazed into my eyes; and kissed me passionately on the lips, probing my mouth with his tongue. He broke the kiss so we could breathe. "Baby that was so good." He said with a sweet smile. "Yeah, it was great." I agreed. "I'm sorry about last night." He said sincerely. "You don't have to be sorry, if you weren't in the mood, then you were not in the mood." I said. "I didn't want you to think that I didn't love you or that I wasn't attracted to you, because I have never loved or been more attracted to anyone else." He said as he stroked my cheek. "I am glad that you still feel that way." I confessed. "Of course I still feel that way." He said. "It is just we barely have spoken since I have been back." I said. "I know. I just need a little time." He said. "I understand." I said. "Do you really?" He asked. "I mean, I think I do. I have an idea of how you probably felt, but I don't know what you exactly felt." I said. "I know baby. Let's just focus on getting through this weekend with Reese and then we can try to focus on ourselves." He suggested. "Okay." I said. We took turns cleaning each other's bodies and then we had breakfast, and I headed to work. My day was smooth, I stayed pretty busy, but nothing was out of the ordinary. After work I went to my first therapy session. It was close to my job so it didn't take long to arrive there. I entered the office and checked in with a receptionist. I was twenty minutes early so I skimmed through a few magazines as I waited. Then I was ushered down a hallway by one of the receptionists. She led me into an office and advised me to make myself comfortable, and informed me the doctor would be with me momentarily. I sat there for a couple minutes constantly checking my watch, though time seemed to be moving at a glacial pace. I stood and walked over to the window and looked out on the city. I was actually a little nervous. I mean I felt positive about my experiences at the clinic and I had a productive relationship with Dr. Meltzer, but this was different. I was back in the real world. I would have to carry the issues that I confront in these sessions into my real life. I would have to actually utilize the skills that I practiced at the clinic. I took a few deep breaths as I tried to soothe my nerves. 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