happy birthday (mf, vanilla, romantic monogamy) part 1

September first: the day you were born. I know you say that birthdays are just another day, and that your age is just a number, but I am happy to know that on this day so many years ago, you came into the world. I want you to feel my happiness, too.

It’s a Friday, so I know you might not be home until late. You usually go out with the guys on Fridays. And when we had dinner with your brother last weekend, you said that was all you wanted for your birthday: for it to be normal. But I decided to put up decorations in the kitchen after you fell asleep on Thursday, anyways. When your alarm goes off on Friday, I’m already out of bed; you find me naked in the kitchen, making coffee.

“Happy Birthday, babe,” I say quietly, in a bit of a sing-song voice. You’re squinting in the lights, and take the coffee I’m offering you out of my hands and put it back on the counter. You press me to you. I giggle and wrap my arms around your neck. “Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday to you!” I kiss both your cheeks.

I can feel you hard on my stomach. Your morning wood is always persistent. So I guide you into a chair, and sit on your lap, facing you. I kiss your neck and shoulders, then stand up and bend over you, kissing down your stomach to your fuzzy crotch. You tell me in your sleepy voice to hurry, *I have to get ready,* but I’m already in action. I adjust your boxers so that your dick pops out of the hole. I spit on one hand and use it to start stroking, with my tongue on the tip. The other hand rubs from your thigh to your side. When I can feel you throbbing against my palm, I put you all the way into my mouth. You let your hands rest on the back of my head and gently hold me there as I gag. You always loved it sloppy! I bob up and down, and you cum quickly. I swallow it all as I pick up my head to smile at you. You lean forward and kiss my forehead, before standing up to grab your now-less-than-hot coffee, and jump in the shower.

I make your lunch while you get ready, and when you come back out into the kitchen, I can tell you’re running late. I hand you the lunch, and more coffee, and I tell you to have a great *birth*day. You kiss me quickly and head out the door, but suddenly turn back. You jog back to me, grab my naked ass, and kiss me again. I laugh as you hurry away.

I hear your car start and pull out of the driveway, and I cross my arms. I’m still naked, and I have more than an hour until I need to get ready for work. I get back in bed, on your side. Your pillow smells so familiar. I pull the sheets up to my chin and pretend you’ll walk back in any moment now; this is one of my favorite games to play when I’m alone. Thinking about how you would react to find me naked in bed makes my pussy swell, and I reach down to touch myself. Already wet! I rub little circles around my clitoris and push against my lips; I can’t stop my hips from responding. After a few minutes, my phone dings. You’ve texted: *That was fun, thx*. I reply: *I love you!* After a moment, I text again: *I want to know if I should make dinner plans, do you know when you’ll be home?* You don’t respond, but I know you’re already working. I get ready for the day, and leave the house.

Six comes slowly, and finally I head home. You still haven’t responded to my text from this morning, but I know if you are off the clock (and I’m not sure about that, since you’ve been working late often recently) you’re probably at the bar. I take off my makeup and get in the shower, just in case you come home in time and want to go out to eat… Or eat me out. Better to be fresh. I have my music on in the bathroom, loud as usual, and I’m covered in soap when the shower curtain is suddenly pulled back. I flinch and scream, even though I can see your face smiling at me.

“God!” I say, catching my breath as you laugh. “I didn’t even hear you come in.”

“Who could, with this music *so loud*,” you say sarcastically, pulling off your shoes and socks. “Anyways, sorry I didn’t text you back. I wanted to surprise you.”

“You did, you ass,” I say, rolling my eyes and starting to rinse off. You finish taking off your clothes and hop in next to me, closing the curtain. “It’s supposed to be *me* surprising *you* today.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you wrap your arms around my waist and lean over to kiss me.

“So do you know what you want to eat? We could make that pasta…”

You stop me by kissing me hard. Forceful. Almost angry. With one arm holding me close, the other one moves down to my pussy. You rub up and down my slit as we make out, warm water running over both our heads. I move to take a breath, and you say, “Bend over and take it like a good girl.”

I smile and face the wall, under the shower head. At first I put both hands on the edge of the tub, but I move one up to your hip as you grip me. You push yourself inside me, and I can’t help but moan. I’ve always said you were the perfect size and shape, and every single time we have sex, I feel like the luckiest person on earth. No one could be a better fit of me, in any way.

You start slowly, but soon you’re moving fast and hard–as fast and hard as someone can safely fuck in the shower, anyways. You smack my wet ass and it jiggles. I move a hand to my clit, and rub hard. I can feel you fucking me under my fingertips. You grasp on my waist tightens as your back straightens, and as you let out a loud sigh, you take yourself out of me and cum on my back. We both breath hard as I straighten my own back, and turn to face you. “Easy clean up,” you exhale. “Fuck.”

We kiss again. Your cheeks are flushed and you look so cute, I can’t help but tell you, “God, I want to have your babies.” You give me the side-eye. “Let’s talk about this next month.”

We finish in the shower and get out to dry off. I remember–I have new lingerie sitting on the bed. Your birthday gift. “Did you see what’s on the bed?” I ask, toweling my hair.

“No…” you say, leaning to look out the door.

“Wait not yet! Don’t look!” I move past you and grab it up. “You can see later.”

“What if I want to see now?” you ask mischievously, moving towards me.

“No, later. I promise.” I’m giving you my serious face, but I break into a grin as I move back into the bathroom and shut the door. I hear you move to the closet.

“So did you want to go out? Or make pasta?”

“We can make anything you want! Or go out, whatever. You have to pick.”

“Do we still have the wine from your parents?”

“No, we had that last weekend. I think you have beer in the back of the fridge.” I hadn’t thought about getting anything else, since I figured you’d spend the evening at the bar. I open the bathroom door.

“Maybe I’ll go get something,” you say, as you look me up and down. “Is this the surprised?” You are obviously confused. I’m wearing nothing new or special.

“No!” I laugh. “If you go get something to drink, I’ll start dinner.”

“Fine,” you say, picking up your keys and wallet off the bathroom counter. “Want anything in particular?”

“Whatever you want, birthday boy,” I say.

“You’re so *annoying*,” you say, raising your voice playfully. “I told you this was a normal day!”

“Normal my ass.” I kiss you with my eyes closed, a hand on your jaw.

“Well,” you say between kisses, “If your ass is involved, it can’t be that bad.”

We leave the bedroom and you head out again. I start the food. It’s almost done when you get home, and I’m setting the table. You wash your hands. I feel some sort of pride well up in my chest. This is *home* and *normal*. Everything just feels right. It’s true, the firecracker days of first living together are long over and there aren’t many surprises between us any more, but it’s nice to think that we have something this beautiful to depend on. We move through life in tandem now.

You always eat quickly, so while you inhale dinner I tell you about my day; then you tell me what you did at work while I eat. I ask what you got at the corner store, and you smile and jump to the counter. “Well, I know it’s not your favorite, but I couldn’t resist..” You pull an imported whiskey out of the brown bag. I make a face. I can’t stand that stuff! “You said I could pick!”

“I’m just teasing you.” I get up to take our dishes to the sink. “I got you a cheesecake, do you want that now?”

“Well… Can it wait?” you ask, pouring your drink.

“Of course!” I hug you from behind and lay my cheek on your back.

“Come on,” you say, moving with my arms still around you. We head to the couch. Normally I’d turn some lamps on, but the sun is setting outside and we can see it from the sliding door facing the couch. You sit down, knees apart and legs outstretched. I sit facing you, leaning on my side, my legs propped against your chest, over your lap. With your drink in one hand, you lazily rub one of my calves with the other. Eventually you get up for another drink. When you come back, I move to lean against you.

“Did you have a good birthday?”

“Well,” you say, putting your glass down, “It’s not over yet, is it?”

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