Author's Note: This is the second part of the story I published some months ago. The whole story, including this part, is dedicated to A. I would like to thank shygirlwhore who did the editing as her work improved this story a lot. I hope you enjoy it.
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I woke up rather early, I hadn't closed the blinds and the sun had invaded the room. Kate was still sleeping in my arms; her face was so peaceful. I tried not to wake her up, her right hand was around me; I replaced myself with one of my pillows. I closed the blinds to make the room darker in order to let her sleep some more. My eyes were dry; I hadn't removed my contact lenses before we fell asleep. I brushed my teeth and headed for the kitchen to make breakfast. After all these years, we had finally slept together and since I was the host, I had to take good care of her. I made coffee, I had to leave the coffee maker switched on to keep it warm. For the first time in my life I decided to make waffles, I turned on my laptop to search for some waffle recipes, I found one that looked interesting; it was originally Belgian, so I had to translate the text from Dutch. I had everything I needed, flour, sugar, eggs, butter and milk, I thought that if I'd followed the recipe word by word, the overall result could satisfy even a rather experienced cook like her. I found out I didn't have baking powder, despite that I carried on.
At some point I was so carried away from my cooking experience, that I didn't hear her coming. She hugged me from behind.
"You're unbelievable." She said.
"Good morning to you too." I laughed.
"How many times in the past have you made waffles?"
"To be honest, none."
"I knew it."
"If you need a tooth brush, I have a spare one, new, in the bathroom."
"I said I came prepared. I brought mine."
"What are you wearing?" I asked but it was rather a rhetorical question.
"Your yesterday shirt. I liked it."
"Is it some kind of a tradition that you girls like our shirts?"
"I don't know about your other conquests, but I do like them." She answered.
I had just put the first two waffles into the iron. I took advantage of the waiting and I kissed her.
"It doesn't look so strange on you, you are tall."
"Yes, but still, it's clear it's my boyfriend's and not mine."
"Alright then, but I could lend it to you if you would consider one day to go out wearing something boyish."
"I'll keep that in mind." She laughed.
"I've made coffee. Pour some into your cup till the first waffles are ready. I have Nutella, strawberry jam and powdered sugar."
"I'm trying to lose some weight and now that."
"Alright, tomorrow will have eggs."
The first waffles were ready, I served her and prepared the next ones.
"They are a bit thin, aren't they?"
"I had no baking powder Ma'am." I smirked.
"It's a decent effort for a first time cook." She said when she tasted it.
"Practise makes perfect."
"I wouldn't care even if they were terrible. Your move to cook for me, to satisfy me, even if you are not that good, is rather touching." She smiled.
"I have to take care of the lady that slept in by bed."
After some minutes, I finally finished the cooking and I sat next to her to eat.
"So, what are your plans for the weekend?" she asked at some point.
"I don't have any, do you?"
"No, I don't."
"Good. That means we have most of the weekend for ourselves right?"
"That's correct. But..."
"But?"
"I just have to pick up some things from my place. I could only bring so much with me. My handbag is big, but not that big. So I have to leave for a bit."
"I'll drive you, don't worry. Unless you want to go alone."
"I don't. But I also don't want to put you in the middle of the Saturday morning traffic."
"I don't care. I don't have anything else important to do."
"Good then." She smiled. "I'll go get dressed." She added and took her final bite of the breakfast.
We didn't talk about yesterday, I thought it was clear that we both enjoyed it more or less but it seemed that we were both avoiding the conversation. It was just ten o'clock in the morning. I put everything in the dishwasher and went to get ready, too. I found her in the bedroom, she was wearing her dinner outfit, her hair was loose and the jeans were hiding her beautiful legs. It was like she was transformed again to the smart young lady that I had dinner with last night, nothing like the dominant girl that had me on my knees a few hours ago.
We left and headed for her home. She was right, the traffic was appalling, the rain had started again but I didn't feel comfortable letting her use the public transport on such a day.
"Have I fulfilled your fantasy?" I asked her at a traffic light that had to flash green four times before we could get past it.
"Absolutely. I would have to be ungrateful to say otherwise. What about you?"
"It was better than I thought, to be honest. I think you would have noticed it." I smirked.
"There was some evidence for sure." She replied.
"Today we will switch roles, right?"
"Yes of course. I can't wait for the second part. I'll be the sub for the rest of the weekend."
"Great."
"May I ask one question?"
"Shoot."
"You said it was better than expected. Does that mean that in the future I could be the mistress again?"
"Why not. Look, I don't like being ordered around, but I kind of enjoyed taking care of your body, so yes."
"Is there anything you didn't particularly like?"
"I don't think so."
"Even licking my feet?"
"I don't really care. Really. You were smelling good. The taste was neither good nor bad. You enjoyed it. So I will do again. It's no big deal for me."
"It is for me. I loved it but I don't want to make you do things you find disgusting."
"I don't, trust me. If I did, I would have told you. Either way I think that when a woman is in charge, it's expected to demand to be taken care from head to toes, literally."
"Fantastic. Thank you." She said and kissed me on my cheek.
"Behave babe." I teased her.
"Did you like my dress?"
"A lot."
"Nice. I have a similar one in purple."
"I noticed something and I wanted to ask you. You were a Mistress, you had me tied on the bed, why did you suck my cock?"
"I did it to tease you and because I like it. Not all of us are doing it because our boyfriends ask us to. Some of us are enjoying it."
"That was something I didn't really know."
After a few minutes we arrived at her place. I couldn't park, she lived in one of the busiest neighbourhoods in Athens. She got out of the car but just after she closed the door, I lowered the passenger's window.
"Kate."
"What?"
"Bring a skirt with you."
She didn't reply, she just smiled. I knew she didn't particularly enjoy wearing them; she wasn't that confident about her body, but I was insisting that she looked great in them and that she was wrong to refuse to give it a try.
I parked in front of someone else's garage to wait for her, I stayed with the car in case someone wanted to get in or out of the garage. Surprisingly, she was very fast and I saw her quickly walking towards the car with a small luggage; I had hoped she had gotten rid of the jeans, but she hadn't changed anything.
"Ready?" I said when she sat next to me.
"Oh yes. Let the games begin. I came here without underwear and it felt really strange."
"Are you wearing panties now?"
"Yes."
"Have you brought a skirt?"
"I have. Not just one. And I was going to do it even without you asking me to. I know you like them."
"Good girl" I said and caressed her thighs.
"Let's go home."
"We have to stop at a supermarket on our way back, I hope you're ok with that."
"You're the boss now." She smirked.