Chloë laughed.
“You’re doing everything just fine, Miss Banks. In fact, the only complaint I have is that you’re not here now doing everything just fine.”
Morgan groaned.
“I know,” she said, “but I really need to be sharp for tomorrow morning. I told you, it’s my first department meeting as the interim head and, trust me, people will be paying close attention to how I do. I can’t spend tonight happily going down on you until two a.m.”
Chloë, who had been reclining on her bed, sat bolt upright.
“No fair!” she whined, feeling her core responding to the images Morgan had just put in her head.
“Sorry,” Morgan chuckled.
“What if you only went down on me until ten?” Chloë purred. “I’ll even tell Alexa to remind you when to stop.”
Morgan laughed.
“What will you say? ‘Alexa, remind Morgan to stop licking my pussy at ten p.m.?’”
“Ooh, wait, let me try that!” Chloë said eagerly just before calling out, “Alexa, remind me to tell Morgan to stop licking my pussy at ten p.m.!”
“Okay, I’ll remind you at ten p.m.,” the smart device replied.
“Oh shit, it worked!” Chloë said, giggling. Through the phone she could hear Morgan also laughing.
“Good to know,” Morgan said. “Now we can use her for all sorts of fun things! ‘Alexa, remind me that Chloë likes three fingers instead of two.’”
“Or, ‘Alexa, remind me to take Morgan from behind with my strap-on,’” Chloë suggested.
“What time should I remind you?” Chloë’s Alexa asked, having been listening to the conversation. Chloë and Morgan both burst into laughter.
“Well, Miss Banks? When should I be reminded to take you from behind?”
“Tomorrow, sometime before dinner. I’ll definitely need it by then.”
***
A few hours later, Chloë switched off her TV, deciding to get ready for bed. It was early still, just a few minutes to ten o’clock, but she was tired and had been dozing off while watching The Queen’s Gambit.
No sooner had she stood than her doorbell rang. It couldn’t be Morgan coming to surprise her, though that would definitely wake her up. But the side gate would need to be open for Morgan to get back here and so therefore it was one or both of her parents.
“Hey,” LeeAnne, Chloë’s mother said when the door was opened.
“Hey,” Chloë said, confused. “Is something wrong?”
LeeAnne sighed.
“I know, it’s kind of late to be dropping by unannounced. Oh, wait…are you alone?”
“Yeah, Morgan’s at her place tonight. Come on in.”
“Sorry for dropping by like this,” LeeAnne said, stepping inside, Chloë shutting the door after her. “And, yes, everything is fine. I just wanted to apologize if you felt like your father and I were giving you the third-degree earlier.”
“No, it’s cool; I can understand it,” Chloë assured her. Actually, it was Morgan who had talked Chloë down from that particular ledge. During their phone conversation earlier, Chloë had related to Morgan the details of her discussion with her parents regarding the proposed business partnership and how it had frustrated her. Morgan, however, had spent several minutes making Chloë see things from her parents’ point of view.
“It’s not that I’m taking their side, Chloë,” Morgan had added. “It’s just that as your parents, they are going to naturally question every big decision you make. I should say, as good parents, they are going to naturally question every big decision you make. And from what I recall of them, you have good parents. Trust me, there are a lot of young adults out there who wish their parents would ask more questions about what they’re getting up to.”
It had made Chloë see things a little differently, for which she was grateful to Morgan. Chloë also knew that that conversation with Morgan had gone far differently than if she had had it with a woman her own age, even someone like Beth who was pretty level-headed. It had made Chloë think that one of the problems with people her age is that even though they were technically adults, they were still young enough to remember being under the control of their parents and thus more likely to resent and resist any parental involvement in their decisions.