I wake up before Amy does and I go to the bathroom to take my morning piss. I walk back to the bedroom and stand in the doorway just soaking up her slumbering body. The sheet is only covering her body below the waist. I can see the dolphin tattoo on her upper back. Quietly I grab a pair of lounge pants and pull them on so as not to wake her.
I return to the kitchen and proceed to wake her with the sounds and smells of breakfast. I put several sausage links in a pan to brown, and whip up several eggs with milk for an omelet. I dice up some onion, red pepper, green pepper, ham, and mushrooms and add them to the milk and eggs mixture before pouring it into a frying pan. I cut some slices of cheddar from a block of cheese to melt over the omelet when it's done.
As I'm finishing off the first omelet and turning off the heat to the sausage links so they don't burn, she waddles into the kitchen. Her nakedness is wrapped up loosely in the sheet from the bed. She takes a seat at the table, trembling with a yawn. The morning light is shining through the kitchen windows and she has to squint when she looks outside them.
"Good morning," I say all debonair.
"Good morning," Amy says groggily, still waking up.
"How did you sleep?" I ask as I work her omelet onto a plate and set it before her.
"Great. What time is it?" she asks.
"Almost ten thirty. Why, is there someplace you have to be?" I ask as I prepare my own omelet.
"No. Tomorrow I have to pick up my daughter from her dads. God, I hope he remembered to give her a bath!" Amy says exasperated.
"Not much into taking care of his kid?"
"No," and she goes for a few minutes releasing her frustrations pausing only momentarily to ask for a fork which I forgot to get her so she could eat her omelet. I split the sausage links between us. Soon my omelet is done cooking and I join her at the table.
"Hmm," she says swallowing a mouthful of food, "Drink."
"Oo, Sorry. Milk?" I say getting up and going to the refrigerator.
"Yes please," Amy says pitching another forkful of omelet into her mouth.
I return to the table with two tall glasses of milk.
"Can I ask you a question?" I ask.
"You just did." She says and smiles.
I smile back. "Brat," I tell her. "But no, seriously, why did you spontaneously decide to finally come over?"
"I don't know." She says and pauses collecting her thoughts. "I was changing into my street clothes and Shauna comes up to me and asks me 'Why are you putting yourself through this?' 'Through what?' I say. Then she says something like not letting myself get attached to you," she says gesturing the tines of her fork in my direction. "Of course I play dumb and act like I don't know what she's talking about. But I did," she nods looking thoughtfully at me. "I did."
"So you decide to come over and we end up β¦" I let the sentence go unfinished.
"Yeah, well, I was also very horny. And I've been thinking about what it would be like to be with you for a long time now. So I'm driving home, and the radio's playing, and all I can think about is you. So I said 'fuck it' and came over before I could change my mind."
"I'm glad you did." I say honestly.
"Me too," she says nodding in agreement.
"How was it by the way?" I ask.
"Delicious!" she says with gusto, relishing the breakfast made for her.
"I meant the sex." I say with a smile.
"Oh, sorry." She says and blushes a little. "Well," she begins as she finishes off the last bite of sausage and omelet. "To tell you the truth," she says getting up from her seat. What looks at first like her adjusting the sheet wrapped around her supple body is actually her taking the sheet off and letting it fall to the floor. Her body is at once bathed in the soft golden glow of the morning sun. She steps over to me and sits on my lap. "I was hoping for seconds," she says before leaning in to kiss me on the lips.
I can taste the grease from the sausage links on her lips and smell the egg on her breath as her tongue invades my mouth. My hands dig into her shoulders simultaneously holding her and pulling her into me. Her hands and arms are wrapped about my head pulling me and holding me into her. We kiss furiously like that for several moments until my erection grows painful in my lounge pants.
Amy stands up and works the button open on my lounge pants and fishes my erection out of it. She grips it her slender hand and guides the strawberry-like head into her wet and open vulva. There's an awkward moment when she begins to lower herself onto me where the angle of my cock curves into her pussy. Soon Amy rocks her hips back and forth, fucking me. She leans her head back in to continue our fevered kissing. I hold her close pressing her breasts into my chest, feeling the hard nipples dig into my skin.
I pull my mouth away from Amy's and kiss all over her face and neck. She closes her eyes and smiles still rocking back and forth with me embedded inside her. I snake a hand between us and find her clit. She leans back giving me better access and I slowly rub my thumb over the sweet spot. Her mouth opens and closes making little o's. Her hands find their way to my shoulders and there they lock down on the muscles, the fingernails digging into the skin. She whispers a barely audible litany to God just before trembling and convulsing in orgasm. Her vaginal muscles clench and unclench my cock and the sensations are wonderful.
"Did you cum?" I ask.
"Y-yes," she stutters as a little earthquake rips through her.
"Did you want to switch positions?"