Author's Note: I was challenged in a way to create this story line. Please bear with me as this is solely based on imagination, no actual experience. As yet, anyway.
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Their First Weekend
Chapter 1
He slipped out of the bed as quietly as he could so as to not awaken his new lover who was sleeping peacefully. After the night of sex they'd had, he was surprised he was already awake. He was a bit sore in places and had a few stiff muscles, but was actually looking forward to starting the day.
Foregoing clothes, he slipped out of the bedroom of the small cabin they'd decided to rent, shutting the door gently behind him. He stopped briefly in the bathroom for the usual morning stop and to wash off at the sink some of last night's evidence still clinging to his skin.
In the kitchen, he donned an apron cut up some fresh fruit, mixed some pancake batter, and put on the coffee. Playing it safe, he made a few at a time, placing the plain ones in one stack on the plate, blueberry ones in another, and strawberry in the final stack.
He had a smile on his face as he cooked. In his head he was replaying the night's activities from the time they'd arrived until he woke this morning. It had been their first night together and had also involved firsts for each of them as they explored each other's bodies, discussed their desires, and acted on those which turned the other on the most.
From their first nervous and slightly awkward kiss to the final orgasms that left them panting, exhausted, and quickly drifting off to sleep; it had been wonderful. It had been all that he'd hoped for - and more. His only regret was that they hadn't managed to do this much sooner during the nearly four years since they first met.
He was surprised he didn't jump out of his skin as his lover slipped up behind him, the pair of hands gently grabbing his shoulders, those lips gently kissing his neck just below the ear. Instead of his heart leaping from his chest, it just pumped blood to all parts of his body, making him feel warm and wanted all over.
"Good morning."
"Good morning. Sleep well?"
"Once I finally went to sleep, yes I did." The lips grazed his ear. "You?"
"Better than I have in awhile. I hope my snoring didn't cause you to wake any during the night."
"Not that I recall. And you managed to get in here before me this morning. It looks and smells delicious."
As he placed the last pancakes on the plate and turned off the stove, his lover's hands trailed down his back, around his sides, and up to his chest. More kisses were planted on the other side of his neck and other ear as his lover's fingers tweaked and massaged his hardening nipples.
"Mmmm..."