3AM

Sharon and Craig were in an intimate embrace, rocking back and forth at a slow, easy pace. Their bodies were aligned, his eyes piercing through hers. "I want you," he hissed into her ear. Her lips locked onto his as he held her in his arms.

They stayed in this position for quite some time, soft moans and grunts escaping their mouths as they gently laid claim to one another. Eventually, Craig needed to stretch his legs. Not wanting to break the contact, he carefully wrapped his arms around Sharon's hips and held her as he shifted positions. He moved them to the edge of the bed, giving his legs a chance to stretch.

Sharon's fingers ran through his hair as she pulled him closer for a kiss. His hands roamed her body, starting with her shoulders and then moving down to her hips and to her ass, which he groped thoroughly.

Sharon knelt forward, shifting her weight onto her legs as she began to ride him. Craig leaned forward, pulling one of her nipples into his mouth and gently chewing on it.

"OH!" She gasped as his teeth pulled on her tender flesh. He switched sides, and then he grabbed onto her hips, holding them as he began to thrust. She growled as he began to thrust faster and harder. What started as a tender embrace was becoming more lustful and passionate with every moment. Their hips were driving towards each other, both eager for an explosive ending. She bit onto his lower lip and started to tug.

He knew exactly what she wanted. He signaled for her to lie on her stomach, and he leaned over her, his lips pressing into her back as he moved down her spine. He stopped when he reached the top of her ass and gently bit her. He pushed at her thighs, so she would spread them and proceeded to nip his way down her hamstrings and to her calves. He kissed his way back up to her hips and began to rub her thighs. She was very wet for him. He pulled her hips towards him and began to thrust into her, causing her to help. His teeth sank into her shoulder as he began to pound her. His legs were on opposite sides of hers, and his hips quickly found a tempo.

6AM

Bowser started barking. "You damn mutt!" Angela rolled out of bed and put on her bathrobe. She opened the crate and Bowser ran out. She opened the bedroom door and the two dogs ran down the stairs, Angela following. She opened the sliding door and they ran into the yard.

Angela started to fix their breakfast. They each got a scoop of ground up crud, as Angela called it: organ meat, bone meal, root vegetables mixed in with some hippie dog food.

She fixed their bowls and filled their water dishes.

A few minutes later, the two ran back to the door, demanding to be let inside. She opened the door and ordered them to sit. They stopped in their tracks, both intent on eating breakfast. They gave her that puppy look. "Okay," she released them as each dog went to its bowl.

Angela poured herself a glass of water and went back to bed.

9AM

Fritz and Brenda were fast asleep as the sun shone through their bedroom window. The sun hit Brenda in just the right spot; she moved closer to Fritzi to get under the sun's rays. Fritz could feel Brenda pressing into him. His excitement grew, and he slipped an arm around her waist as his head came to rest on her shoulder.

"Good morning," she murmured as she rolled over to face him. They started with a slow, lazy kiss that grew as the lovers woke up. Their naked bodies got tangled in one another as they began to make out on the bed. They wrestled back and forth for position. Eventually, Fritz took control. His arms found her torso as he entered her tight cunt and began to thrust. Brenda's legs wrapped around his waist and her feet pushed against him, telling him to go faster.

"You're so impatient," he laughed as he looked into her eyes. All she could do was groan as Fritz set a slow pace. She wanted to fuck. She had a pout on her face. Fritz thought she was adorable. He loved it when she was frustrated, so cute.

He's such a bastard. All I want him to do is hammer me, and he has that stupid grin on his face, like he just loves to torment me.

After a little more teasing, which felt like an eternity to Brenda, Fritz finally gave in and began to pound her. He slid a pillow under her back and put her ankles on his shoulders, giving him the perfect angle to plow her.

Finally! Oh God! OH GOD! Brenda's mutters grew to shouts, and soon, she was begging for more. "OH FUCK! OH FUCK ME!"

Fritz knew she only cursed when she was very close. He leaned in and gave her a kiss, his teeth biting her lower lip and then shifting to her neck. She reached down and began to touch herself. It wasn't long before she was ready, and she came for him. Her muscles tightening almost knocked him over the edge but not quite. After her orgasms subsided, he decided to change positions. He lowered her legs, setting one on the bed and the other one on his hip. He leaned forward to brace himself as he re-entered her, Brenda more than willing to let him do the work.

10AM

Gabriel woke up in an unfamiliar bed, briefly forgetting how he got there. He rolled over to see a beautiful woman who looked half awake. He watched her eyes flutter as she started to open them.

"Have you been up long?"

"Nope."

He looks quite delectable. If only I had the energy to get up. Angela extended her arms and beckoned him to come closer. He shifted to her side of the bed and leaned in for a kiss. Angela pulled his naked frame towards her and kissed him. Even with morning breath, Gabriel was a great kisser. Angela wanted to feel his weight on top of her. She pulled on his back. Gabriel got the message and shifted his position. He snaked his arms under her back, her body now pressed against his. He could feel her nipples pushing against his chest. She could feel his hardness pressed against her leg. She reached down to stroke him, causing him to grunt loudly. After a couple of minutes, she beckoned for him to sit up. She opened her bedside drawer and pulled out a condom. She hoped L would suffice, because she only had L and R and R would not. She handed it to him and he put it on.

Hopefully, this doesn't fall off Gabriel thought to himself. He moved towards Angela, maneuvering to get into position when she put her hand on his chest.

"I want to be on top," she told him. Angela knew exactly what positions got her off, and she stuck to them. She decided that she was responsible for her own orgasm, and she took this responsibility seriously. David rolled on his back. "Bend your right leg," she told him. He complied. She turned around, so her back was facing him, and she carefully lowered herself onto him, her legs on either side of his right leg, his throbbing member stretching her. She took a deep breath as she adjusted to him and braced herself using his right leg. She slowly began to ride.

David had never been in this position before. He enjoyed the view of her round, shapely ass moving back and forth as she rode him, and he had a chance to relax. Angela was able to control the speed and tempo, and she could grind her clit against his leg. No wonder she liked this position. She started off slow and steady, but she increased both the speed and intensity over time. She didn't say any words, but grunts and gasps would escape her lips as she rode him. She reached behind her back and cupped David's balls in her hands. A few soft caresses was all she needed to get a reaction from him. He grunted and groaned, seemingly happy with her work, but soon her own pleasure distracted her.

"Oh yes! OOOOOH YEEESSSSSS!" she cried as she got herself closer to going overboard. All it took was a few more thrusts, and she was cumming, hard. Her body tightened and convulsed as her orgasm took hold. Seconds later, she exhaled deeply. That was nice. She dismounted and turned around. "How do you want me?" she asked him, sitting on her feet, looking like a sex goddess.

For a woman who just had an orgasm, she was quite composed, her breath normal, hair in place. David had never been asked this exact question before. He wasn't sure how to respond. Angela was not one for wasting time. "I know what men want." She turned around, getting on all fours. How could David refuse?

He knelt behind her and steadied himself onto her hips. His right foot braced him as he entered her again. He began to thrust. Angela's breasts swayed back and forth as David rode her. He was in a better position to touch her now, and his free hand cupped her breast and began to knead it.

"Oh Yeah!" she encouraged him as he tended to her. After a minute or so, he switched sides.

Guys always wanted Angela on her hands and knees. Maybe it was because they liked feeling dominant. Maybe it was because she had a luscious ass or maybe it's because this is what porn tells them to like. Some women found it degrading. Others found it exhilarating. Angela was in neither camp. She found the position to be a good fallback option, but not as exciting as it is hyped to be.

It allowed for a decent angle of penetration, and she could touch herself easily, that was a pretty good plus, but it became overdone, kind of like a heart tattoo on the ankle that was no longer a sign of rebellion cause everyone has one now. Before you know it, doggie-style will be the new missionary position.

Soon, David was ready. A few more thrusts and he was ready. He fired off and carefully withdrew from her. She grabbed her pillow and rolled over to her side of the bed. David threw the condom away and joined her.

12PM

Craig was sound asleep. Like a cat, he had no issue sleeping in the middle of the day, sun in his face. Sharon, however, had more issues with sleeping in the daytime. Even though she had been up all night, the sunlight kept her from falling asleep. She got up and had a glass of wine. Normally, she would think noon was early for a drink, but she never went to bed, so it could go on last night's drink tally. She looked back at the bed. Craig was adorable, curly hair in his eyes, and somehow, he slept with a grin. He was also sexy as hell, nice big pecs, cut abs, adonis belt, sun kissed skin. She liked watching him sleep. Eventually, she climbed back into bed and pulled the covers over her head. Craig could sense her return to the bed and managed to grab ahold of her, pulling her towards his chest. She's not going anywhere he thought to himself as he slept.

After a few hours, Sharon was up again. She was quite hungry. She put on a bathrobe and went to the kitchen. Craig had a beautiful kitchen, nice big appliances, a big stove. She looked in the fridge. There was bacon, eggs, butter, mushrooms, sun-dried tomatoes, parmesan. She went to the pantry and saw pasta, everything she needed to make a carbonara. First, she put some water on the stove.

Then she started to cook the bacon. Once it was done, she took it out of the pan, and poured out most of the grease. She saved a little of it and added butter; then, she cooked the mushrooms and she added some frozen peas. Now, the water was boiling. She added the pasta and cooked it al-dente. She strained the noodles and added them to the mushrooms and peas. She chopped the bacon and mixed that in as well and then added the sun-dried tomatoes. Now, for the sauce. She cracked open a couple of eggs and added salt, black pepper, asiago, powdered garlic and some melted butter. She whisked it all together and then whisked the pasta into the sauce, constantly stirring so the eggs didn't scramble.

Craig woke up to see that Sharon wasn't in bed. He didn't hear her upstairs at all, so he started to walk downstairs. The smell of food caught his attention, and he quickened his steps. He got to the kitchen to see Sharon fixing two plates. "I was just going to get you."

"This looks great." He kissed Sharon on the forehead and went to get some drinks. A little late for morning coffee and a little early for alcohol, Craig settled on ice tea. He poured two glasses and brought them to the table.

They dug in, both ready for some food after all of the energy they expended the night before. "It's almost 3PM," Sharon noted as she saw the clock.

"Did you have to work?"

"No, but Rusty's probably wondering when I'm coming back."

"He probably isn't at this point."

"Maybe I should call him."

"He's 17. I'm sure he can find his own fun."

"That's what I'm concerned about."

"Touche!"

"I should go home."

"I want you to stay." How could Sharon resist those eyes?

4PM

Fritz and Brenda were just getting back from the fish market. The later you went in the day, the crazier the place was, and they didn't exactly get there first thing in the morning. They got some fresh clams and black bass. Joel was very eager to get ahold of what was in the bag.

"No fish for you," Brenda told him as he jumped the counter, hoping for a treat.

Fritz put the clams in a bowl of salted water and the bass in the fridge. Brenda picked up Joel and returned him to the floor. Then, the couple started to prepare dinner. Fritz pre-heated the oven and then took out a baking pan. Brenda began washing the tomatoes. They rubbed olive oil on the tomatoes and roasted them along with whole garlic cloves and shallots. When the veggies were done, the peels came off, everything got chopped and put in a pot with some tomato paste, salt, pepper, sugar, olive oil and red wine. The sauce would need time to simmer, and the alcohol had to cook off.

The couple curled on the couch and watched Animal Planet, while the sauce cooked. After seeing lions chasing their prey, cave snakes hunt bats and penguins hatch their young, it was time to resume cooking, clean the clams, boil water, cook pasta, steam clams, fry fish, and eat. Brenda skipped the customary red wine with her dinner; she drank plenty the night before. The two sat down to eat, content with the dish they made together. Fritz liked cooking with Brenda; it was a good way for them to spend time together, and it made it harder for her to mess up cooking if she had a buddy.

7PM

Angela let her dogs out again and then fed them dinner. She started to boil potatoes. She went upstairs to see a naked Gabriel. David didn't have anything to wear. He didn't want to put on yesterday's tux, and Angela wasn't quite his size. Seeing his plight, Angela found a pair of long sweatpants and threw them at him. "They're my brother's."

He put them on and followed her downstairs. Angela made a port-mustard reduction for the salmon she was going to broil and roasted some asparagus. She plated beautiful dishes, a salmon with crispy skin on top of roasted asparagus with mashed potatoes and chives on the side and a glaze that circled the plate. She also roasted some pecans to go with the asparagus. The food somehow tasted better than it looked, fresh, well seasoned and nice and hot. David wished he could eat like this every day. Maybe I should have gone to cooking school.

David asked her about the recipe.

"It started with an experiment in my kitchen. I wanted to make a wine reduction, but all I had was port. I added the mustard to help cut the sweetness down and once I added some garlic, it was pretty awesome. I like to broil my salmon so the skin is crispy, but it's not overdone and the skin doesn't stick to anything. The mashed potatoes are a basic recipe; I just add a lot of butter and salt, and the pecans give the asparagus a nice crunch and who doesn't like crunchy fat." Angela smiled. Food was her salvation. She had been a pretty naughty teenager, breaking into cars, drinking. The magistrate told her either get into a trade school or go to juvie. She found a culinary school for teens, and she got the break she needed. She never looked back.

10PM

Sharon did go home, but Craig went with her. Rusty was not surprised. They were inseparable. Sharon took a shower and changed into a simple blouse and skirt. Rusty went out with some kids from school. Sharon and Craig started necking on the couch like teenagers. His hands started to migrate towards her behind, grabbing and squeezing her. Sharon moaned into his neck as Craig started to move up her skirt, pushing the fabric out of his way as he reached for Sharon's flesh. His teeth and hands worked in tandem, nibbling on her ear lobe as he massaged her. Sharon ground her hips into his thigh eager for more.

Craig unbuttoned Sharon's blouse and pushed it off her, leaving her in her matching coral bra and thong. Craig started to kiss her chest, just above her cleavage and rub her nipples through her bra, hardening them quickly. He took off her bra and greedily sucked a nipple into his mouth.

"Ahhhh!" she gasped as he devoured her breast, making her gasp and moan with every move. Eventually, he switched sides, and then he started to kiss his way down her stomach to her hip bone. He paused. Sharon looked at him, eyes huge. He grinned as he pushed her panties to the floor and kissed her awaiting mound. Sharon arched her back and growled as he started to lick her. He started with slow, soft strokes of his tongue, and he explored every curve and fold. She only got wetter as he began to push his fingers into her as he sucked on her clit, gently grazing it with his teeth.

Craig got her very close to an orgasm and then he slowed down. He wanted to do one more thing to her before they went to the bedroom. He positioned her on her hands and knees, her hands bracing her on the edge of the couch. He was behind her, kissing and biting her ass as he pushed his fingers deep inside of her cunt. "Do you like rimming?" he asked her

"What's that?" Sharon had no idea what he meant. Instead of answering with words, Craig responded with his tongue, carefully licking her where no one had ever licked her before. What the hell is he … oh that feels kind of nice, hmm!

"Oh my …. ooooh!" Sharon liked the treatment to say the least and Craig continued, attending to her with both his mouth and his hands until she was gushing for him. He kept fucking her with his fingers and licking her until she pushed his hand away. Satisfied with his work, he picked her up and carried her to bed.

Sharon was naked, but Craig still had all of his clothes on. She quickly remedied that situation. After she divested him of his clothes, she began to stroke his dick. She grasped him with her small hand and pulled him to her awaiting mouth. Sharon was on all fours in front of him, the tantalizing view driving him crazy. He grunted and growled as Sharon took her time with him, carefully licking her way up the shaft, just sucking the head in as she stroked him, softly massaging his balls, almost not even touching them. She had all of the control right now, and she knew it.

12AM

Freddy v. Jason 3 just let out. Rusty and his friends came out of the theater bickering over various parts of the movies, deviations from the canon, parts of the fight sequences that didn't make sense.

Rusty thought his friends expected too much of this film. He expected gratuitous violence, unlikely escapes and very stupid protagonists, all of which he got.

"We should head over to the commons," said Jason.

"What's there at this hour?" Rusty was confused. Pretty much everything except the bars would be closed.

"People hang out outside. There's music and stuff. You would know if you ever came out with us."

"I'm here now aren't I?" Rusty was able to get out more since Sharon got a new beau. His curfew didn't count if she was too busy to know when he got home.

The kids headed out where the bars were still going strong, but there were plenty of other people still out and about. Jason went up to one guy who was hanging around by himself. After a casual conversation which included a quick hand exchange, Jason came back.

The boys headed to Jason's car where he revealed his purchase, a dime bag of cocaine. He offered up lines, but Rusty refused. He had a few clients who enjoyed the nose candy back in the day, and he didn't like how they acted afterwards, arrogant and sloppy. He didn't want to act that way. Jason seemed a little surprised that Rusty declined, but he didn't push it. Eventually, Rusty headed home. He caught the bus, not wanted Jason to drive him in his current condition.

When he got home, he went straight to bed. Do not pass go. Do not overhear Sharon and Craig having sex.

The couple were just winding down when Rusty came back.

They had exhausted each other. Craig had been on top to start, her legs curled towards her knees as he thrusted away. Eventually, she had taken over for him, lying on top of him with her arms wrapped around his calves, using him for leverage as she rode away. Craig loved this position, her perfect ass in sight and in easy reach, and she did the work. But as all good things must come to an end, the lovers wore each other out and fell asleep, spooning of course.