put on a pot of coffee.”
He reared up from his pillow and frowned.
“It’s not even six-thirty. What’s going on?”
“I—I—” She couldn’t bring herself to voice the confusion of emotions roiling inside.
“What is it, Macy?” His voice was gentler now. “Come here and talk to me.” He patted the mattress.
The last thing she wanted right then was to get back in his bed. How foolish she’d been to throw herself at him last night. She wasn’t ready for all this man-woman stuff. Nakedness. Sex. A bed that smelled musky and strange.
“Can we talk later? Please? I—I just really need a hot bath.”
“Oh. Still sore? Sure, sweetie, sure.” He waved her away and then lay back down and covered his face with a pillow.
Macy went down the stairs and snuck into the kitchen, glancing nervously at the windows to make sure none of the neighbors could see her nakedness. She found her big bath towel where she’d left it last night, draped over the back of a kitchen chair. As she wrapped it around herself, Peter-the-cat came in through his cat door and made a beeline for her ankles. The soft caress of his fur against her legs brought a smile to her lips.
“Thanks for the moral support, little buddy. I’ll be back in a few minutes to give you breakfast.”
Outside, the morning air was heavy with the smells of recently mown lawns and flowering shrubs. The fountain burbled softly. A bird in a nearby tree seemed to answer it. Macy walked to the hot tub and stood looking around, orienting herself to her surroundings in the daylight.
The screen of bamboo sheltered the tub on three sides so that none of the neighboring homes could see it, but she noticed now that the second floor windows of Jerrod’s own house overlooked the top of the screen. She was certain that must be his bedroom window there in plain sight.
Turning her back and using the towel as a shield, she eased herself into the soothing water. She turned on the jets and laid back. The water eddied and swirled, finding its way between her legs. She spread them a little further apart and positioned herself right over one of the frothing streams.
Ahhh. That’s better.
The friendly water seemed to stroke her sore pussy with infinite care, washing her folds, comforting and caressing her sensitized clit. She drifted, her mind stilling, her thoughts calming. She noticed she could almost pretend that it was Jerrod’s tender fingers stroking her, the way he had last night when she’d stood naked beside his bed. Remembering the amazing cascade of sensations that had overtaken her then, she blushed and moaned to herself. Her hands crept down into the water, holding her pussy lips apart for the water’s caress. Gradually, as it toyed with her, teasing and tempting her, Macy began to listen only to her body. She forgot all about feeling awkward and homesick. She began to imagine going back up the stairs and crawling into that big tousled bed.
And then what?
She wasn’t sure. She just knew that a warm throbbing sensation had begun to hum between her thighs, and Jerrod Preston would surely know how to help her with it.
* * * *
Jerrod threw his covers off and laid back, head cradled in his hands, staring at the sunlight filtering onto the vaulted ceiling. After Macy had left, he thought he’d go right back to sleep. But instead his mind had kicked on, reminding him of the events of the prior evening. He could feel the echoes of those events in his body now, the deep satisfaction that came from having good sex.
Had it been good for Macy too? From the uncomfortable look on her face just now, he’d guess she was experiencing some amount of discomfort and maybe remorse. That was too bad. He’d intended her first time be all about fun and pleasure. That she’d experienced pleasure last night he had no doubt. The orgasm he’d given her with his fingers had rocked her whole body to the core.
But what regrets might filter through the mind of a young woman the
He reared up from his pillow and frowned.
“It’s not even six-thirty. What’s going on?”
“I—I—” She couldn’t bring herself to voice the confusion of emotions roiling inside.
“What is it, Macy?” His voice was gentler now. “Come here and talk to me.” He patted the mattress.
The last thing she wanted right then was to get back in his bed. How foolish she’d been to throw herself at him last night. She wasn’t ready for all this man-woman stuff. Nakedness. Sex. A bed that smelled musky and strange.
“Can we talk later? Please? I—I just really need a hot bath.”
“Oh. Still sore? Sure, sweetie, sure.” He waved her away and then lay back down and covered his face with a pillow.
Macy went down the stairs and snuck into the kitchen, glancing nervously at the windows to make sure none of the neighbors could see her nakedness. She found her big bath towel where she’d left it last night, draped over the back of a kitchen chair. As she wrapped it around herself, Peter-the-cat came in through his cat door and made a beeline for her ankles. The soft caress of his fur against her legs brought a smile to her lips.
“Thanks for the moral support, little buddy. I’ll be back in a few minutes to give you breakfast.”
Outside, the morning air was heavy with the smells of recently mown lawns and flowering shrubs. The fountain burbled softly. A bird in a nearby tree seemed to answer it. Macy walked to the hot tub and stood looking around, orienting herself to her surroundings in the daylight.
The screen of bamboo sheltered the tub on three sides so that none of the neighboring homes could see it, but she noticed now that the second floor windows of Jerrod’s own house overlooked the top of the screen. She was certain that must be his bedroom window there in plain sight.
Turning her back and using the towel as a shield, she eased herself into the soothing water. She turned on the jets and laid back. The water eddied and swirled, finding its way between her legs. She spread them a little further apart and positioned herself right over one of the frothing streams.
Ahhh. That’s better.
The friendly water seemed to stroke her sore pussy with infinite care, washing her folds, comforting and caressing her sensitized clit. She drifted, her mind stilling, her thoughts calming. She noticed she could almost pretend that it was Jerrod’s tender fingers stroking her, the way he had last night when she’d stood naked beside his bed. Remembering the amazing cascade of sensations that had overtaken her then, she blushed and moaned to herself. Her hands crept down into the water, holding her pussy lips apart for the water’s caress. Gradually, as it toyed with her, teasing and tempting her, Macy began to listen only to her body. She forgot all about feeling awkward and homesick. She began to imagine going back up the stairs and crawling into that big tousled bed.
And then what?
She wasn’t sure. She just knew that a warm throbbing sensation had begun to hum between her thighs, and Jerrod Preston would surely know how to help her with it.
* * * *
Jerrod threw his covers off and laid back, head cradled in his hands, staring at the sunlight filtering onto the vaulted ceiling. After Macy had left, he thought he’d go right back to sleep. But instead his mind had kicked on, reminding him of the events of the prior evening. He could feel the echoes of those events in his body now, the deep satisfaction that came from having good sex.
Had it been good for Macy too? From the uncomfortable look on her face just now, he’d guess she was experiencing some amount of discomfort and maybe remorse. That was too bad. He’d intended her first time be all about fun and pleasure. That she’d experienced pleasure last night he had no doubt. The orgasm he’d given her with his fingers had rocked her whole body to the core.
But what regrets might filter through the mind of a young woman the
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