Rebecca sat up and stretched languorously. "Sara, beautiful Sara. I wish you didn't have to go. I think I could get used to being your sex slave," she said in her husky voice.
"You're too headstrong and independent to be anyone's sex slave," I said.
"I don't think I have ever felt so totally sated. I could never tire of kissing and licking you all over your voluptuous body."
"Keep talking like that and I'll have to spend the night."
"Quan has fixed us a little snack. A little something before you have to drive home."
While Rebecca took a quick rinse in the shower, I dressed and combed out my hair. When she came out of the bathroom, she quickly dressed and we went arm in arm down to the dining room.
Rebecca and I chatted over our little meal and when it was time to go, she walked me to the door. "I hate to see you go," she said. "If there is anything you want or need, just let me know. We're going to be taking a trip on our sailboat later this summer. It would be marvelous if you could join us. Keep in touch."
I gave her a hug and kissed her. "When I get settled, I'll give you my number," I said. "I can't remember having enjoyed an afternoon as much as today. That little device you have was wonderful."
The apartment was dark and abandoned when I got home. I guessed that Jenifer was pulling a night shift and that Lisa was spending most of her time at Dewey's. Marcy was long gone and her empty room was waiting for me to move into. I didn't know if I ever would, though. I liked sleeping in Jenifer's big king sized bed too much, especially if Jenifer was in it.
It was too late to unpack so I just stripped naked and went to bed without even unpacking. It had been a long day and I was out the minute my head hit the pillow.
Sometime around three in the morning, I felt Jenifer climb into bed and snuggle up to me. "How did your weekend go?" she asked.
She felt so good, her firm, plump body pressing up next to mine and her arms around me. I turned and gave her a long kiss. "It was wonderful," I said.
"Going to a funeral was wonderful?"
I told her what Heather and I did and about my afternoon with Rebecca. "By the way," I said, "what have you been up to? I thought you were working a night shift."
Jenifer hugged me and gave me a wet kiss on each of my nipples. "I got off at seven and then about a half dozen more times after that," she giggled.
"Oh, you were out being naughty. Anyone I know?"
"I ran into Rico tonight after work at our favorite watering hole and we got some things straight between us."
"I'll bet one of the things had a slight upward curve to it."
"He sure is one hot little dude," Jenifer said as her thigh pressed into my crotch. "I think he's about ready for us to double team him."
"You keep that up and I'll have to suck his cock by proxy," I said as I reached down and ran my finger along the swollen and sticky folds of her pussy. "I think I'm getting nastier by the minute."
"It's so much more fun being nasty," she said, kissing me. "I think you're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
I loved the way Jenifer's full, luscious breasts felt in my hands and the warmth of her rounded body next to mine. She was such a sweet, loving girl. We kissed and fondled each other for a few more minutes before falling asleep in each other's arms.
I was up fairly early the next morning and after slipping out of bed without waking Jenifer, I looked over my messages while having a bowl of cereal for breakfast. I saw that I had a therapy appointment at the hospital at ten and I wondered what kind of shape Rico would be in after his tryst with Jenifer until all hours in the morning. Then there was my appointment with Jeremy in the afternoon so I figured to go there right after I was done at the hospital. I found a pair of three quarter length leggings, a thong brief and a matching skin tight crop top in my stuff for my therapy session. A super short denim skirt and a light jacket completed the outfit. After tying my hair back and kissing Jenifer good bye, I was off to my appointment with "El Cutie Pie-o."
When I got there, Rico didn't look any worse for the wear. He was a little bleary eyed, but not bad. He greeted me with his bright smile as I was shedding the jacket and skirt in preparation for the session. Before he started me on the treadmill, he had me do my stretch routine to warm up.
If it hadn't been right in the middle of a busy morning, I think I would've jumped Rico's bones right then and there. Keeping with his professional aplomb, he put me on the tread mill for about fifteen minutes then had me go through a series of resistance exercises on the weight machine. After about an hour of that, he had me lay down on one of the therapy tables and started stretching me out.
"I still can't believe how good of shape you're in," he said as he worked. "Usually a person takes a couple of months to get their muscle tone back after being down as long as you were."
"Chalk it up to the resiliency of youth," I said. "That was a good workout, but I feel that I could do more."
"You don't want to over do it. Not only is there muscle tone loss but your skeletal system and tendons suffered damage too. If you try to do too much too soon you might pull a tendon or get hairline fractures in your bones. You should watch your diet too. I've got a list of supplements you can start taking that'll help get you in shape faster."
When he was done, I followed him back to his office. He gave me the list and a copy of a diet I should follow to build myself back up again. "I feel that I should personally monitor your intake for at least one meal," he said. "How about dinner Friday night?"
"My first real date, how sweet. I'd love to. What'll I wear?"
"Something casual. I know this great little restaurant down in the Gaslight District that serves outrageous steak and seafood if that's what you like."
"Oh, I like everything, I think."
"There's a couple of neat little jazz clubs down there too that I'd like to take you to after dinner."
"Sounds like fun. How about I schedule my therapy session for Friday at the end of the day and after we're through, we can clean up and leave from here."
"That would be great."
I couldn't help but feel a tingle as I left the hospital. Over the last week or so, I had experienced many multi-orgasmic encounters, but the thought of actually going out on a date, including the conversation, entertainment and flirtations with a cute little hunk like Rico, was exciting. Jenifer described the feeling as a 'girl thing.'
It was about eleven thirty when I showed up at Jeremy Baker's office and his secretary showed me right in. He was in his shirtsleeves working over a clutter of papers spread over his desk. I thought he looked real cute with his tie loosened and his suspenders showing. I slipped off my jacket and tossed it on a chair as he stood to welcome me. I kind of chuckled to myself when he asked my tits if I'd like something to drink. They did stand out nicely with a lot of cleavage in the tight little top I was wearing.
"A Coke would hit the spot," I said.
After his secretary left to get my drink, he sat down and we got down to business. We went over my trust fund and signed papers for the title of the house. From what I found out my parents had left Heather and me pretty well set.
"Well," I said, "if you're not too busy, would you like to go out for some lunch?"
"I usually just send out for a sandwich. When everyone else goes out to lunch, it leaves me some quiet time alone to relax or catch up on paperwork."
