I dozed for a short while, and as the warm sunlight filtered through my blinds onto Gina’s olive nakedness, I wrapped my arms around my precocious young lover and marveled at my ample good fortune. Here was a voluptuous sexual gift beyond measure, and I had merely a taste before my catnap. It was still ten minutes before seven.
To be fair, it had been Gina doing all the tasting so far this morning. Apparently she’d convinced my roommate I wouldn’t mind unexpected company at sunrise. She’d snuck into my bedroom, under my covers, and was sucking me enthusiastically as I awoke. Before I’d even had a chance to consider that she was my oldest daughter’s best friend, a former employee, and only eighteen years old, Gina had total control of my desire, demonstrated extraordinary technique with lips and fingers, and had me shooting buckets down her throat while seeing stars in the ceiling’s texture.
So as I cuddled closer to her drowsy sweet-smelling softness, I felt damned lucky. After all, we’d been flirting for months, but one of the reasons I felt free to flirt as because of the age difference. Sure she was young and sexy, but I thought of Gina as the budding woman I’d watched grow into loveliness and femininity from childhood. I could never take advantage of her, anymore than I’d take advantage of my own child. In a few passionate moments, she’d obviated all that rationalization. She sucked any argument right out of me.
Feeling sheepishly fortunate, I also felt somewhat grateful. I felt truly challenged too. After all, this mere teen had attacked me in my sleep, sucked the shit out of me, and swallowed my cum like whipped cream. My recovering erection remembered Gina fondly and was thankful too. I needed to do something nice for her, to make her feel comfortable, make her feel appreciated, make her feel desirable. She had made that comment about not being satisfied “with the easy one.” I guessed she meant she was planning to fuck me, and I certainly wasn’t going to be satisfied until I had plumbed around inside of her either.
I carefully rose from the bed, pulling the sheet over my angel. Gina snuggled deeper into a pillow and sighed contentedly. I grabbed the washcloth from the carpet and dumped it in the hamper. I needed to get a few things from the kitchen, so I put on the kettle, pinched some fresh mint from the windowsill and added a scoop of Assam leaves to the pot. I stocked my tray with some likely ingredients, remembering to get two cups and a spoon. Pouring boiling water into the teapot, I stood back to survey my tray. I wanted to do this right; hell, I was really excited. Sensing the missing ingredient immediately, I snagged what I needed from the vase on the kitchen table. I stopped by the bathroom to pick up a fresh towel and washcloth. I was ready.
I walked into my bedroom, set the tray down on the side table, then reached for the blinds, opening them just enough to lend a warm comfortable glow to the whole room. Gina stretched luxuriously on the mattress, undulating under the sheet like an amber goddess. Oh boy, I thought. This is going to be such fun. I hadn’t done this since I was married. I used to love eating Susan for an hour on Saturday mornings.