"Wake up sleepy head!" I heard a sweet voice telling me. Although I wasn't sure whose it was or where it was coming from. I found stars in my eyes as I rubbed them to try and wake from my hypnotic sleep. As they opened slowly I found myself in the TV room, with Sportscenter on the TV. My eyes adjusted and looked to my right; it was Tina who was waking me.
I must have fallen asleep on the couch watching the bowl game last night. I can't remember who won, so I must have drifted off some time in the 4th quarter. The house was illuminated by morning sunlight streaming in through the windows, and Tina was still standing over me. I smiled as best I could in my sleepy state.
"You'd better get up and get upstairs with that thing before I break our house rules," she giggled as she pointed at my crotch.
I looked down. My morning hard-on was staring directly at her in plain view, having slipped out of the fly of my cotton pants sometime during the night. One thing I could always count on, being hard as granite in the morning. I wondered how long she had watched me laying there exposed, I wonder if she'd touched me before waking me. Those thoughts could go on forever, and I hurriedly tucked my raging cock painfully into my cotton pants.
"Very impressive," she said coyly. "I wish..."
I immediately cut her off, "Tina, thank you for the compliment, and thank you for waking me, but for the sake of both of us, you'd better not finish that sentence." I smiled, hiding my real wishes, Tina retuned a reluctant smile, I could tell she was thinking the same thing I was.
I got up off the couch, and headed into the kitchen for some orange juice, while Tina bounded back to her room and closed her door. What I wanted to do, and what I said were on opposite sides of the universe at this point. I needed to calm down, or this morning hard-on was going to possess my whole morning. With Tina out of the room again, at least I could try and relax.
I sat down at the kitchen table and took in my surroundings. Yesterday went pretty well moving Tina's stuff into the house. After moving her personal belongings in, we took her furniture down to Goodwill. I gave Tina a lesson on reducing her taxable income with donations. She'd get far more from her old furniture that way than from holding a garage sale. Last night was relaxed and uneventful, taking in a couple football games on TV after dinner. Aside from my embarrassing wake up call this morning, the first full day with Tina in our house went pretty smooth.
I was really groggy and headed up the stairs for a shower. As I got to the base of the stairs I thought I head something coming from around the corner, where Tina's door was. I heard it again. I stepped closer to her door, and I heard an unmistakable sound. Tina was moaning, I couldn't make out her words, but definitely moaning.
Was she crying? Was she upset? Was she okay? Was she...? I listened intently, now it sounded more like pleasurable sounds. If she was in there masturbating after getting an eyeful of my cock, was she thinking of me? The thoughts raced through my mind, what the hell was going on in there!?
I gently put my hand on the door knob, if she heard me surely she'd stop, and I didn't want to seem intrusive into her new space. It twisted freely in my grasp, the door was unlocked! I opened it slowly, listening intently for any sound that might give me away. Nothing happened; her moaning was louder now that no door blocked her vocalizations.
The door opened enough so that I could see the edge of Tina's bed gently swaying back and forth; I opened the door further. What I saw next made me spring back to attention. Tina was lying on her belly, facing away from me, her sweet little ass pushed up in the air, and she was rubbing her pussy furiously. I couldn't see her breasts as they were pushed into the bed, but I could have cum just from the sight of her tight belly up off the bed, gently sloping up as her ass that was so inviting sticking up in the air, she was reaching through her legs rubbing herself in ecstasy.
"Oh fuck," she moaned into her pillow, "oh Scott yes fuck me..."
She said my name! She was imagining me with her, inside her, fucking her; she wasn't facing me, and I didn't think I made a noise. This was purely her fantasy. Here was this 25 year old sex pot, with a body to kill for, bringing herself to orgasm in front of me. This was too much to take, my cock was leaking precum and I needed a release.
It would have been so easy to walk in, and finish Tina off the right way. But that would threaten everything with Ann. I stood there, conflicted about it for a moment, taking in the sight of Tina pleasuring herself to me, breathing heavy now, she moaned my name again. 'Fuck it!' I thought and took a step into her room....No, I had to go!