Saturday morning was Michael's favorite time. Beth was usually a light sleeper, but she had been up until 2:30 working to finish a paper due Monday in her world history class. Because of the late night, Michael was able to silently slip out of bed.
He drove to Beth's favorite bakery and picked up fresh croissants. Then, he went to the farmer's market and picked out an assortment of berries and fresh squeezed orange juice. Michael also picked out a bouquet of flowers. His final stop was the Java Hut. Beth liked their coffee best.
Back at home, Michael fixed breakfast for the two of them and laid it our on a tray. He spread the remainder out on the table for Keith and Kelly. Michael peeked into the bedroom, and Beth was still asleep. "Perfect," he thought.
Michael set the tray on a portable table next to Beth, took off all of his clothes and climbed into bed next to her. He just sat there for the longest time watching her sleep; watching her breathe; studying every delicate detail of her beautiful face. Finally, he scooted down under the blankets and gently wrapped his arms around her.
"Mmmm ... that feels good," she sighed, still half asleep.
"You're supposed to be asleep," he whispered as he brushed her soft brown hair from her face.
"I can't sleep when you're gone. Where did you go so early?"
"Open your eyes," he said. Beth was lying on her side with her back to Michael, so when she opened her eyes, she was staring directly at the morning surprise he collected for her.
She smiled. "You're way too good to me, you know."
"That's not possible," he said as he kissed the back of her head. She turned her head toward him and kissed his cheek.
"Morning breath," she said in explanation.
Michael just chuckled. He knew all about her paranoia concerning morning death breath. She sat up and propped pillows behind her back. Michael stretched over her to get the tray and place it on the bed. When he did, his package dangled in front of her face. Beth arched her eyebrow, grabbed a handful and kissed his penis.
"You're going to wake him up, and then there will be hell to pay, young lady," he said with mock seriousness
"Promise?" she said in her little girl voice.
"Everything's going to get cold, you know," he said grinning.
"Not everything," she remarked, giggling.
Michael set the tray back on the table and started kissing Beth's neck and her ears. She rubbed his cock until he was massively hard. Michael skipped a few of the normal preliminaries and dove head-first into her sex. He was very ready to plunge into her, and he knew the quickest way to get her dripping wet was to attack her sex with his tongue. After a few urgent passes of his tongue up and down her slit, he went straight for her clit.
Beth gasped and grabbed his hair, pulling him in tighter. He felt the tempo of her breathing grow more frantic. His mouth was soon rewarded with a flood of her nectar. By now, they knew each other's rhythms so well that he knew when she was ready for him. Michael moved between her welcoming thighs, which eagerly wrapped around his torso. He aimed his tumescence at her tunnel and ventured inside. As he entered her pussy with his dick, he simultaneously attacked her mouth with his tongue. He knew all concerns about morning breath would now have evaporated. He smiled to himself as she sucked his tongue into her mouth.
Michael's plunges were deep and deliberate. He knew that she loved being probed deeply during these early morning fucks, so he concentrated on maneuvering his manhood so he could maximize the reach of his cock. Beth was in heaven. She stopped kissing him so she could concentrate on feeling his entire length slide in and out of her. She loved feeling the hair from his ball sack tickle the area between her pussy and her anus. She loved the feeling of being so full of Michael that they felt like they were one person. She ... she loved Michael.
When Beth felt the head of Michael's dick grow inside her, she used her muscular legs to pull him in and tightly as possible. As soon as Michael began draining his balls inside her, her orgasm ignited. There was nothing like cumming together to begin the day and the weekend. She was looking forward to a nice breakfast, to more cuddling under the blankets, and to several more lovemaking sessions. Yes, this is going to be a perfect Saturday, she thought.
Once their initial lovemaking had ended, Michael, propped up the pillows behind him, pulled her up to his chest and maneuvered the tray on his lap as his happy penis deflated.
"Mmmm ... my favorite coffee, fresh croissants, berries ... and fresh-squeezed orange juice. I can't wait to polish this off and spend the rest of the day with your beautiful penis inside me," she said as she hugged him.
"That may be a little difficult," Michael replied.
Beth stopped putting jam on her croissant and looked at him quizzically. Michael reached over to his nightstand and placed two plane tickets to New York on her lap. Beth raised her eyebrows and stared open-mouthed from him to the tickets.
"What's this all about?" she asked.
Michael's smile broke all over his face. "I've got good news and bad news. Which do you want first?"
Obviously, the bad news wasn't that bad, so she asked for that first. "We will not be able to make love all day. However, we will be able to make love tonight in New York City ... if you don't mind missing a couple of days of classes."
"If that's the bad news, what on earth is the good news?"
"I have a meeting on Monday with a publisher," he said as he tried to look nonchalant, chomping on his croissant.
"A publisher? For what?"
"I have been working off and on, writing a science fiction novel for a couple years. It was just a hobby, really. I never in a million years thought about publishing it. In fact, I never told anyone about it ... even you, because it was just something I did for fun ... for me. Then, one day, I read about this guy who went from being a law student one day to being a published author the next. He quite school and has been a writer ever since. And, I don't know, I bought a couple of books on getting your work in front of agents, and, well, I found one who likes my stuff. He got a publisher interested, and ... We're going to New York -- TODAY!!"
Beth was dumbfounded. "Michael ... That's ... That's amazing!"
"So, can you go? It'll make it SOOOOOO much better if you're with me? Please?"
"Yeah ... sure. I'll give Katrina notes to give my professors explaining what's happening and asking them to give me assignments for the two days," she said almost to herself. Then, she turned and grabbed Michael in a huge hug. "I'm so proud of you!" In their commotion, the tray tipped and fell to the floor with a huge crash. In a moment, they heard heavy feet hit the floor and coming barreling toward their bedroom. Keith burst through the door.
"Hey, I heard a loud crash. Is everyone alright?"
Beth and Michael were giddy and hugging. Keith saw the tray and all its contents splayed across the floor. They looked at him and saw his massive cock still at mostly full mast and shiny with Kelly's pussy juice. They looked at each other started howling. Keith looked down at himself and realized what caught their attention.
He rolled his eyes. "I thought someone was hurt," he explained. It made no difference. They were laid out on the bed in convulsions. Kelly came in to see what was happening. She looked at Keith for an explanation.
"It seems our coitus interruptus is a source of humor for our dear friends," he explained with a mildly disgusted look on his face. Kelly looked down at his softening, but still impressive, shiny tree trunk and began trying to stifle a laugh herself.
"Yes, you're right. There's nothing funny about any of this." Then, she broke down laughing too.
"I'm glad I could bring all of you so much humor," he said shaking his head. Everything he said only made them laugh harder. Kelly walked over and collapsed on their bed. Keith rolled his eyes and took his jack hammer back to his bedroom.
When the trio regained their composure, they explained the news to Kelly. She shrieked and hugged them both. Keith came back into the room and asked what the fuss was about now.
"Are you serious?" he shouted once they filled him in and a big grin spread across his face. He walked over and gave Michael a beefy paw to shake. "Dude, that's fantastic! When do you go?"
"Today. The plane leaves at 3:00," Michael replied.
Keith looked at the clock and did some quick calculations. "We'll take you to the airport, which means we have just enough time to finish our business, get something to eat, and rush off."
"Relax. Look at the kitchen table," Michael said. Keith and Kelly walked over and saw the spread Michael had prepared for them. They both smiled at each other and then at Michael, who had his hands behind his head with a big grin on his face.
Keith picked up Kelly in his massive arms. "Thanks, man," he said to Michael. "Maybe now we can get two in before we have to leave," he said to Kelly.
As they were leaving Beth's and Michael's bedroom, she said to them, "I would complain about him always thinking with his dick, but it is the biggest part of his body!" Beth and Michael looked at each other and nodded.
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"Holy crap!" Beth exclaimed as they entered the lobby of the Hotel Regent off Central Park West. "I think it was a good decision to come along!"
"No kidding," Michael answered as he was taking it all in.
"Checking in, sir?" asked the chipper man behind the lobby desk.
"Yes. You should have a reservation for Barrett," Michael answered.
He checked the computer. "Yes, sir. Pendant Publishing notified us they will be covering all expenses, including meals, hotel amenities and room service." He completed the check-in and handed Michael a set of computer cards. "Ward, will you escort Mr. Barrett and his guest to their room? They're in 2107."
"Overlooking the Park. Excellent! Please follow me, sir ... ma'am."
"Oh, Mr. Barrett, Pendant also included all gratuities, so Ward's services are already paid."
Michael calmly thanked the desk clerk. As they were walking toward the elevators, he looked at Beth and mouthed, "Can you believe this?" The desk clerk just smiled.
They were blown away by their room. It was a couple of floors from the top, and was a small suite. The view from the huge window was like something from a storybook. Ward gave them a lay of the land, arranged their luggage for them, asked if they need anything else, welcomed them to the Big Apple and left.
"You know what makes me the happiest?" she asked him after a long kiss.
"What?"
"They wouldn't be doing all of this if they weren't really psyched about your book. I'm so happy and proud of you," she said, looking up into his eyes.
"I'm pretty psyched too, but none of this even comes close to the time when you said you loved me for the first time. THAT, Ms. Anderson, still tops my list of all-time great moments," he said staring at the molasses pools of her eyes.
"Are you trying to seduce me ... just a small-town girl here for her first night in the big city?"
"I'm damn sure trying," he said, picking her up and carrying her to the bed. "We've got 57 minutes until our dinner reservations. Up for a quickie?" he asked as he laid her on the bed.
She reached down and grabbed his growing package. "It looks like you're UP for it."
"Always," he said as he kissed her. They began tearing each other's clothes off and happily humped until they had to jump into the shower.
Pendant arranged for them to have dinner at the rooftop restaurant overlooking the Manhattan skyline and the park. They ordered steaks, salads, and Italian sparkling water. Afterward, they went to the bar for dessert and danced to the soft jazz of an amazing trio of musicians. Later, in their room, they fell asleep in each other arms.
The next morning, they put on their running gear and headed for the Park. The concierge told them that as long as they stayed in the populated areas, they would be safe. They ran for 45 minutes, stopped in City Café for coffee and hurried back to the hotel to shower and get ready for a brunch meeting with Michael's agent.
Upon entering the Regent's main dining room, they told the host they were meeting Peter Laugherty.
"Ah, yes. Right this way, sir."
