I had dreams, they were clouds in my coffee

CHAPTER 15

When I open the door and find my mom there I'm very surprised, she's not the type to come here unannounced, she smiles widely when she sees me but her expression changes immediately when she spots Mew behind me "Oh you have company, hi Mew" he politely greets her "I came to ask you to spend the day with me, since today it's your rest day and mine too this week, but if you had already other plans it doesn't matter" . I wanted to be with Mew but being with my mom is a rare occasion "Don't worry, we just had breakfast together, I'll go home now. Enjoy your mother-son day" Mew takes his backpack "Thanks for everything, I'll text you and see you tomorrow" and gets out winking at me.

"So...did you decide to try something different after the bad luck with women?"  did my mother implied what I think she did... "It's fine, you can do what you want with your sexual life. But I don't think doing it with a colleague it's the best choice " I cough and call her to try stop her spitting nonsense "I mean, I get he's good looking and nice and I had sensed he was gay, all the best are gay after all" she puts her bag down on the chair and sigh "It's your life I won't meddle in it, but how was it?" 

"Mom! Stop! W-what are you talking about? How did you come to this conclusion, oh my god no, we're not...not..that!" she explains that she saw he was wearing my clothes and the way he winked at me and understood we slept together, she just believed we didn't exactly just sleep. "It's not like that, I haven't told you until now but we're actually dating" I was so scared to tell her but now the words came out so easy, even though I know she's not against it  I was still afraid of her reaction "That's better then love, he seems like a good guy. If it makes you happy I'm happy too, but you're sure it's okay since you work together? " I never thought being colleagues was a problem for dating, I do know it's not usually recommended but for now I don't have problems with it, I like having him around all day and bossing him a little. " Then, we really need this day together so you can tell your beloved mother all the details of your new love story!" 

So apparently my mother took this news very good, she asked me so many questions and was invested in every little thing I was telling her, she gave me all her support but embarrassed me a lot too when she started talking about sex.

"Gulf!" I snap out of my thoughts. I should stop thinking about this stuff while working , yesterday when my mother left I fell immediately asleep and since this morning what she talked about has been haunting me but there might be another reason for it other than my mother's words. Last night I had a weird dream, more than weird it was very realistic: I was with Mew in the café, clients weren't there and we were...hungry. For each other. I can only remember well the image of him behind me while I was bent on the table, Mew whispered my name close to my ear in that arousing hoarse voice he uses sometimes that makes me shiver; his hands were gripping my shoulder while sweat was dripping from my forehead. I couldn't see a lot, it was all blurry, but I could feel the sensations. It was hot, really hot but I didn't mind it in that moment because every part of me was focused on the pleasurable thrill spreading from my lower parts and radiating my whole body. I woke up right when I got to the highest peak and it didn't end well for my boxers. Yes, I had a wet dream. And I was so ashamed of it that I barely said hi to Mew this morning. 

"Gulf, are you okay?" his hand touch my arm lightly, it's a soothing touch but I don't know what's wrong with me to make me blush like this for it. Since we started dating I realized he has an effect on me that nobody had before, he makes me hot and bothered in lewdly ways, the subtlest touch makes me go insane and it's getting worse with time passing. I thought doing that once would calm myself but it only awakened more desires. I got a taste but now I want the whole meal. His hand touch my forehead and my cheek "Do you have a fever? You're red and unfocused, but you're not hot" he gets closer to my face to check better on me, since we're on pause and the café is closed and no one is around I put my lips on his in what wanted to be a simple peck. When I back away he's surprised "W-why did you do it?" but before I have the chance to explain he smirks and crashes his mouth to mine, gripping my hips he deepens the kiss. One of his hands goes to my nape while I clench on his back, I'm letting myself go with the feelings, leaving the control to him but I actually want to try something. I break off the kiss only to attack his neck and his groans tell me he's loving all the attentions I'm giving it. He throws his neck on the opposite side to give me better access while he hugs me tight as if he was scared I'd leave. He stops me abruptly, taking a step back " We can't do this here, someone might enter" I glance towards the door "It's closed. No one will come" I take a step forward to him again "We still can't, this is our workplace" he looks more like he's fighting against himself, a war between what he thinks is right and what he truly wants "It's just kissing..." I peek below his waist "unless you want something else. I did tell you I'd take care of it next time" my fingers brush lightly between his legs and he gasps "Maybe it's time to fulfill my promise" I slowly unzip his pants and the moment I put my hand inside his lip were already on mine again.