I woke up first.
I looked next to me to see if Tina was still there. Or more precisely - to see if it was real and not a dream or a fantasy. She was, sleeping blissfully, a little smile on her lips.
I went into my room to get something to wear. I thought of grabbing the nearest thing, my terrycloth bathrobe, but then reconsidered and grabbed some sweat pants and a sweatshirt that didn't clash too badly, then went down to the kitchen.
We were definitely going to need some breakfast, especially after .... And for today ... I decided that the occasion called for something more substantial than my usual utilitarian bran flakes with yoghurt, but before I could actually do anything other than get the OJ out of the refrigerator Tina came downstairs.
She was dressed like she had been for most of last night - naked. But she disappeared for a second and I think she went to where she'd left her overnight bag and came back wearing a stunning bright red gown which looked like it was silk or satin.
And as you can probably guess, the effect was stunning. She'd washed her face and brushed her dark tangly hair 'til it shined. And the satin gown literally
caressed
her body - the narrow waist, the flair of her butt, the gentle pear shape of her breasts. And of course, the hard nipples clearly outlined against the silky fabric.
She was a vision in bare feet.
She could not mistake the admiration in my look. She smiled and took it gracefully.
"Good morning, Lover," followed by a quick kiss on my cheek.
Still dreaming?
"Good morning, Tina. How'd you sleep last night?"
She looked at me - I mean, really
looked
at me, and said, "I think that was the best night of my life." The way she said it, it seemed to imply that she was not referring just to the sleep quality.
I said, "I was going to fix breakfast for us - what would you like?" but before I could get going she said, "Oh, no, I was hoping you'd let
me
make breakfast for us," and set about getting things before I could even answer.
Tina's spent so much time here that she knows Janet's kitchen far better than I ever would. First she got out the coffee beans and the distilled water and started the coffee maker going - she and Jenna have made morning coffee lots of time's when she's been over. Once the coffee was started she got out some aluminum mixing bowls and a non-stick skillet, then started pulling stuff out of the fridge - half a dozen eggs, some veggies, some cheddar cheese - Janet gets the shredded kind - and I think I even saw her come up with a jalapeno pepper.
"How'd you like an omelette, Doug - a Denver omelette or western or whatever - I can never tell the difference. Well?"
By now my bran flakes and yoghurt were way in the rearview mirror.
She set about slicing and dicing and melting a wad of butter in the skillet, and then she did something I've never seen before: When she cracked the eggs she separated the whites and the yolks and whipped them separately, then folded the whites into the yolks in the larger mixing bowl and then poured the whole thing into the skillet she'd been heating.
Then she looked in the fridge again. "English muffins?" and popped one whole wheat and one regular in the toaster oven.
I couldn't help myself. I got up and moved behind her and put my arms around her waist - and got my hands smacked with a spatula.
"
Doug!
You'll make me mess up the omelette! Go do something useful and get out some plates for here and go set the table."
I quickly sneaked a kiss to her hair and slid my hands up and cupped her breasts through the silky gown but then beat a hasty retreat to the silverware drawer. I guess I'd been told!
The toaster oven dinged and Tina asked me, in a more polite tone than before, to please butter them and then help her ease the gorgeous, puffy omelette onto a serving plate she'd already warmed.
I won't go into detail - you'll just have to take my word on how amazingly good it was. Then clearing the table and taking the dirty dishes out to the kitchen and Tina putting everything in the dishwasher. She came back with another mug of coffee for me, and while I was enjoying this she moved around behind me and leaned against me, her silk-shrouded breasts enfolding my head, and put her arms around my neck.
"Doug, yesterday with you was awesome. Do you think there's anything we can do today to top it?"
And the way she said it, I knew I was sure as hell going to try.
But not immediately, I guess.
"Doug?"
"Yeah?"
"Let's get in bed and watch cartoons!"
Cartoons??
But a more practical side of me replied, "Cartoons? Do they even broadcast cartoon shows any more?"
Tina answered brightly, "Not on TV, Silly - on the internet!"
My usual response to computer-related matters: Huh?
"Sure. There's this website that has nothing but old cartoon series - the
real
ones. C'mon!"
Tina, red satin-robed goddess-seductress grabbed my hand and practically dragged me upstairs.
"Get your laptop and some cables and we'll figure out how to hook it up to the bedroom TV."
Always skeptical, I nevertheless succumbed to Tina's child-like eagerness, and, amazingly, it took her about eight seconds and we were watching
SuperCartoons
on the 45-inch screen.
"Cmon, help me straighten the bed."
So Tina and I straightened the bed clothes, and then she folded them down nicely and slipped in, still wearing her red gown, and patted the space next to her.
I sat down were she indicated and Tina fiddled with the laptop and in no time we were watching Daffy Duck in something called "Go Go Amigo."
Apparently
SuperCartoons
had acquired access to the whole library of Warner Bros.-Looney Tunes-Merrie Melodies cartoons, so after Daffy we watched Elmer Fudd futilely pursuing that wascally wabbit, then watched a few of those, and we just had to follow that with some Road Runner cartoons.
Then my Tina - "my Tina" - said, "You know what we need? Snacks!" and hopped out of bed, dragging me along with her. Down to the kitchen, where of course Tina knew where every snack in the house was. She grabbed some bags of Ritz Bits and Oreo Minis and Pepperidge Farms Goldfish, and in a nod to healthfulness, some rice cakes. The she told me to go to the fridge and grab a couple of the flavored fruit waters that we always keep cold, and back up to the bedroom - and the bed - to enjoy our booty while we watched more cartoons.
And we sat in bed, laughing, poking and tickling and otherwise annoying each other - okay, maybe we copped some feels, too - while we snarfed down our snacks as we watched Bugs and Daffy and Yosemite Sam. Then I saw that they had some Foghorn Leghorn cartoons, which Tina didn't get and I had to explain to her that he was a parody of an old-time blowhard Southern politician, so she laughed a few times but I think that was just to humor me.