Mountains of gratitude to honeywldcat for her editing of this entire series.
To this day, I'm not sure what woke me. My alarm went off, that is for sure. It was the moan from the distant side of the room that startled me. Who was that? Did I have drunken sex with some random girl and forget about it? Once again, my conversation on the bench was the first real memory to greet my waking brain.
I quickly got up and nearly destroyed my alarm clock in an effort to turn it off. Danielle stirred at the other end of the room. It wasn't necessarily my morning wood that started my search for pants, but rather my morning wood, lack of said pants, and the waking woman in my room that started my frantic search.
I found said pants and walked down to the bathroom, right across from which I had strategically placed my couch. I tiptoed past the stirring Danielle, who was awake but not up to opening her eyes it seemed from her breathing.
I relieved myself and by sheer force of will, convinced my morning erection to deflate a little earlier than usual. An effort soon to be wasted. I opened the door to see a very groggy Danielle slowly blinking at me. She was wearing a tent-like t-shirt that came down to mid thigh. This showed off her legs quite well. Those tanned, smooth, muscular legs, which changed my life's goal, if only for a split second, to die with my head crushed between them.
Sizing up those oh-so-gorgeous legs brought my gaze inevitably to her feet. Both my dad and granddad told me that the surest way to tell if a woman is going to age well is to look at her feet. If she has pretty feet, chances are she's going to age well, by their logic. By the looks of Danielle's feet, she was going to be both a MILF and a GILF.
Now, I'm not one to have a foot or a leg fetish, but I could not take my eyes off them for at least two full seconds. Stare at something for two full seconds. That is plenty of time for whoever you're looking at, especially if they're facing you, to notice that you are checking them out. This is what ultimately forced my gaze up, hoping that she hadn't noticed.
My eyes were hindered on their trek up her body by her breasts. I had no idea whether or not she was wearing a bra, but I will be goddamned if they weren't the most perfect pair of clothed tits I had seen to date. They were round and full, essentially creating a cliff for the rest of her night shirt to hang from. Again, I hoped I hadn't been caught staring.
I finally made eye contact with the sleep rumpled beauty. She still had that warm morning glow about her and it only seemed to shine a little brighter when she smiled up at me with half open eyes.
"'Morning." Oh fuck, even her raspy morning voice was like music.
"'Morning. Bathroom's all yours." I stepped out of the way. She rose and walked into the bathroom. She hadn't been out of my line of sight for more than a half second than my erection made itself evident to me. Very grateful that Danielle was in the bathroom, or at the very least, behind me and unable to see, I hurried to find a shirt and the rest of my clothes.
Finally dressed, I walked out to the kitchen in search of breakfast. I found Stacy sitting at the kitchen table.
"Morning, Stacy." I called, pulling open the fridge.
"Good morning." She returned. Stacy was in her late 40's as was her partner Nikki. Both could easily have passed for early 30's, maybe late 20's in the right clothes. If I didn't know from firsthand experience that they were both very committed and both very gay, I would have tried my damnedest to get into their pant's. Somehow this reminded me that it was probably a good idea to tell them about Danielle.
"Hey, uh, Stacy? I kinda have a friend staying with me for a couple of days. I hope that's ok."
"Of course it is. Someone from out of town?"Stacy looked up from her coffee with genuine interest. She would have made a great mother if she wanted to have kids.
"No actually. They kinda got kicked out and I told them they could stay on my couch."
"That's kind of you. What's his name?"
"Danielle, and it's she."
"Your friend just happened to need a place to stay and you just happened to offer her your couch? Sounds like you got yourself a girlfriend." She smiled wickedly at me from behind her coffee.
"It's not like that!" Remember how I said she would make a great mother?
"Suuuure it isn't." She is one of those rare people that can use sarcasm as an actual weapon."So I shouldn't be surprised if I find a strange girl wandering the house?"
"Yeah. She came kind of late to show around."
"Do you like her?" Stacy pressed.
"NO." I answered flatly. "I knew her,kinda– sorta, in high school."
"So you won't mind if I take a pass at her?"
"You listen here, you grizzled old witch! You have your own vagina, and someone else's to play with! Look elsewhere for your threesomes!" I wagged a good humored finger at her. She nearly choked on her coffee, smiling.
"What's this about vaginas?" Nikki asked, coming downstairs.
"Toby's got himself a girlfriend." Stacy told her wife, as she sat down next to her. "And she'll be staying with us until she gets her own place."
"So that means we can't make a pass at her?"
"Toby seems to think we have enough vaginas to play with between ourselves."
"You do! And if you're in the market, you live in a college town; go find a drunk sorority girl!" I urged.
"We've tried! They only go for other drunk sorority girls!" Nikki explained as if this was common knowledge.
"I do not want to hear about your lesbian sex life." I said, defeated. "I never thought I would say that."
"Who's lesbian sex life?" A voice asked from behind me. Danielle had chosen that moment to enter the kitchen. She was now dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a t-shirt. I now had a full view of her body, or at least, a better view than what her nightshirt had given me. Her belly was taught, and almost perfect. My gaze drifted upwards and confirmed for me that she did indeed have the most perfect breasts I had ever seen in clothing.
"Theirs."I indicated the two women at the table when I regained the capacity to speak.
I looked over at the pair and I did not like what I saw. I may very well have suddenly been transported to some jungle cave where a one legged baby zebra had wandered in on two very hungry lions. I could practically see them salivating, even from across the room.
"Oh, okay." She said simply before turning to me. "Can we talk about the setup before you leave?" She asked.
