Chapter Four
Her first act, when we got to the kitchen, was to put on an apron. A classic bib style, her nipples kept peeking out from around the top. The back was open of course, and as I sat at the table watching I found myself, to my surprise, getting aroused again.
It was obvious she wasn't used to being naked in front of anyone. She would look over at me and use her arm or hand to cover herself, or just turn to keep the apron-covered side to me. I stared, deliberately, enjoying her discomfort.
It turned out that Abby is an excellent cook. My mouth was literally watering when she put the scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns, and toast in front of me, with a big glass of orange juice beside it. She put an equal-sized plate on the other side of the small kitchen table.
I was looking at her as she hesitated and then, quite deliberately looking into my eyes, untied the apron and laid it over the back of her chair. Naked, she sat, with a bit of a defiant glare.
I grinned and offered a toast with my orange juice glass.
"Here's to the start of a beautiful friendship," I said, doing my best Bogey.
She smiled a little as we clinked glasses and she drank.
About four bites into her breakfast she met my eyes again.
"Is it?" she said.
"Is what it?" I asked, confused.
"Is it really the start of something?" she asked, and her eyes were so serious I couldn't help but smile.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yes," I said, deliberately drawing out the vowel.
She smiled as I forked a bite of eggs into her mouth.
We finished breakfast in companionable silence.
When we were done she washed and I dried. After the last fork was put in its place I couldn't resist snapping that pretty ass with the wet towel drawing a yelp and a defensive stance that was so quick it amazed me.
I held my hands up, palms out, and said "no mas."
I could see her get her reflexes under control and then her face turn from an absolutely dead fighting "game face" to her more normal crooked smile.
"That," she said, looking me up and down, "is going to cost you when I get you into the dojo buster."
"I notice," I said, grinning, "that you're not so aware of being nekkid with a man now."
She actually started a bit at that and then broke into a big smile.
She was still smiling as she walked the three steps to me and took me into her arms, deliberately pushing against my suddenly growing erection.
"What," she said, her breath hot in my ear, "have you done to me, David?"
"Reminded you of something you had forgotten," I whispered back, "that you are sexy," kiss to her neck, "desirable," kiss to her breast, "hot," easing to my knees and kissing her belly button, "exciting," kiss to the stubble where she trimmed, "and soon," neck bent so I could kiss her nether lips, "mine," as I buried my face between her legs, feeling her response and breathing in her womanscent.
I felt her hands on my shoulders, fingers digging in a little as my tongue probed and found her clitoris. I felt her entire body stiffen as the tip of my tongue worked that little button of delight. When she tried to pull away I put both hands on her ass and in that position, I was the one with the leverage.
When her hips started thrusting and I could hear the wonderful moan/whimper of her pleasure starting to build I knew I had her. And I didn't stop until I tasted the sudden rush of her release, thick and hot on my tongue.
