#ts3 story

Anya and her best friend Phoebe are having lunch in the school cafeteria. Most days on the cafeteria menu there are special dishes cooked by students of the Culinary School, available for a discounted price. Phoebe is more adventurous than Anya and likes to sample the specials. Today she is trying the fried lentil and chili sausage bowl. Anya is nibbling a grilled cheese sandwich. They enjoy looking around the room and observing their fellow students while they eat.

“I can’t with Carolina’s jacket,” says Anya.

“Oh my God, it’s soooo two months ago,” says Phoebe.

“And did you notice Erica’s jeans? I mean, there’s cute boyfriend jeans, and then there’s… boyfriend jeans.”  

“Right?” says Phoebe. ”She always tries way too hard.”

“Is she talking to you yet?” says Anya.

“Nope,” shrugs Phoebe. “I don’t understand why she’s so angry with me, to be honest. I mean, I’d want to know if something I was wearing made me look fat. Wouldn’t you?”

“Totally!” says Anya.

Roy: Hey, you. I wasn’t sure if you were going to answer. Have you finished  your assignment?

Anya: Ugh, no. It’s probably going to take me another two hours at least. But I desperately needed a break, so…that was really good timing. What are you doing?

Roy: Just lounging around, listening to music, thinking about your, um…your beautiful personality.

Anya: Ha. Mypersonality. Sure.

Roy:Look, I don’t want to keep you from your studies for too long, but I just wanted to let you know that the music I was listening to was Broken Simlish’s new album. And I have to admit they’re not bad. Some of their songs are a bit too experimental for my taste, but I totally get why they’re your favourite band. I mean, their lyrics are really awesome. And the lead singer has an incredible voice. Though how she can sing at all with all those facial piercings is beyond me - 

Anya: You actually listened to Broken Simlish’s new album? Oh my God! ROY!! I’m so happy you like them! 

Roy: I love ‘em, babe. Anyway, I looked on the internet and they’re playing a concert in Paris in a few months’ time so I bought us a couple of tickets. Front row, naturally. It’s during school holidays so hopefully it won’t interfere with your studies too much. We can work out the deets later. Anyway, I’d better let you get back to your assignment. Ciao, bella!

Sunday 5.39 pm

Anita: You know, unless I’m actually looking at her or touching her, I can’t believe she’s real. Do you know what I mean? How did she get here? How did she actually come to exist?

Joël:Well, when a Mummy and a Daddy love each other very, very much-

Anita: Darling, please don’t make fun of me! I’m too emotional at the moment to handle it!

Joël: Okay, I’m sorry. Yeah, I totally know what you mean. I’m still trying to process it too. The fact I have a daughter. It’s….it’s mind-blowing. It still hasn’t sunk in.

Anita gives him a tremulous smile then turns back to baby Alice. Alice stares placidly at the ceiling. Anita coos and waves.

Anita: Hello beautiful Alice! Hello gorgeous baby girl!

Brutus is making soft whimpering noises. Joël forces himself to climb up from the rocking chair and yawns and stretches. He hasn’t gotten out of his pyjamas all day. Poor Brutus hasn’t been taken for a walk. He supposes he ought to have a shower at some point and discuss dinner with Anita. It feels strange to be thinking about such mundane things after the miraculous arrival of his daughter. His daughter. His daughter! What the actual….he has a DAUGHTER!!!

“Can you believe we’ve spent over twenty-four hours together?” says Anya. “That’s amazing!”

Her head is resting on his stomach, her breasts pillowing his victorious and exhausted cock. He can tell by her voice that she’s smiling.

“Yeah,” he says. “It’s been a pretty wild.”

“Especially the last few hours,” she says.

“What can I say?” he says. “I’m just like a sexual carnival ride.”

He can feel her giggle reverberating through the hollow of his navel.

“You can stay another night, if you want,” he says. “No pressure. But the offer’s there.”

“I’d love to, but I can’t,” she says. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it’s no big deal,” he says.

“I’ve got an assignment due on Monday that I’ve barely started-“

“You don’t have to explain,” he says. “It’s fine.”

“I’d like to lay here a little longer though,“ she says. Within a couple of moments she is asleep, her breath quivering against his skin. He strokes her back as softly as he can. He doesn’t want either of them to ever move.