It's not like me to fall for her. So much so that I sometimes felt abnormal.
Yes, abnormal. She was far too good looking for the likes of me to be able to meet, much less to have and to hold, but...
It was the morning after our wedding. We'd been quite athletic the night before and it was up to me to get us alive enough to pack up, check out, and move on to the resort we'd booked a week at.
She was smoked, totally smoked, limp as a wet washrag, but, then, she had done a lot of the "real" work last night. After our wedding night I knew how deep her love for me was.
Facing the room's meager coffee maker, I bent to make two cups of coffee for us, being as careful as possible to get it right.
Now let me tell you that I don't particularly like to drink coffee, being more of a tea drinker, but, hey, to fit in, I drank it. I never was all that enthusiastic about coffee but my marriage had been started over a cup of coffee.
Yes, I mean it, a cup of coffee. A cup of coffee that I poured for her.
Well, a mug full of coffee, but you know what I mean, here, right?
I'd just poured myself a mug full of coffee from the carafe in the break room when she walked in.
Seeing me, she held out her mug, saying, "I'll take some of that. Black." I poured for her.
It was strange, as she sniffed the coffee, got a confused look on her face, then took her first sip. With that sip her eyes locked on to mine and she made noises of pleasure. I watched as her eyes melted into me as she slowly drank down her cup of coffee.
Yeah, our heater sucks.
Given her looks at me, I sure felt weird. When she poured herself a second cup and took a sip, she made a face of displeasure, I wondered what was going on. She dumped her second cup, still almost full, right down the sink drain, handed me her mug, and asked me to pour it for her.
Being male and rooted to the spot, I did as bid.
Again I heard the sounds of pleasure as she drank this one down, slowly relishing each sip.
This was weird . Both cups had come out of the same carafe.
"You", she finally said, her smiling eyes nailing me where I stood, "are so mine! Just don't pour coffee for any other woman around here, all right?"
I nodded, in shock.
"What's your name?" she asked.
It's funny how quickly we got married.
I brought her the cup I'd made with the in-room kit and she awakened as soon as the aroma hit her nose.
I was about to say "If I didn't know better..." but I do, now, know better. She responded to the cup I'd given her by getting aroused yet again.
When we kissed afterwards, cooling off before taking a shower, she told me "I don't know how you do it, dear, but your hands can make the best coffee in the world, no matter how lousy it is before you pour it. You, dear, are all mine, making water into... coffee."
I looked at her, askance.
"You've a super-power, husband. Any coffee you touch is perfect, and, sweetheart, I want to be your best customer."
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