* * * * *
"Do you want some breakfast?" I asked later as I glanced Lisa's way with a smile. "A Naked Breakfast?"
We'd rested for a while, spooning, with light, random strokes of our hands and fingers on each other, but I eventually heard a muffled gurgle from...
someone
's belly. I couldn't tell whose.
"Yes," Lisa replied with a grin, rolling onto her back so she could turn to face me. She raised her wrist to hold it genteelly against her brow and continued in a breathless manner, closing her eyes and almost swooning, "All this exertion you've put me through has left me in such a weakened state."
"Would you rather we make something here? Or go out for it? We can both claim a 'clothing-pass' if that's what you want to do," I said with a grin. "Keep in mind that I really don't have a lot here. My larder is currently limited to some random breakfast cereals, less than a half-dozen eggs, maybe some other stuff, along with the leftover pizza we forgot to have for lunch yesterday and should probably have as lunch today. We might need to raid your own kitchen for breakfast fixins."
"Unless it turns out there's nothing available, I think we ought to stay here. I've never done a naked breakfast and I think it would be fun to try," Lisa replied with a smile. "Now that we have such an opportunity."
"The same things had already occurred to me, but I wanted to get your unbiased thoughts first," I said, while planting a trail of light kisses along her neck and shoulder.
* * * * *
Lisa's family's refrigerator was a bit of a disappointment, in my view.
"Not as much here as I was hoping," I said after making a quick review of the supplies. "I seem to recall a semi-naked someone commenting that 'there was more downstairs.' Did I mis-hear?"
We were both standing in their kitchen at the open door to the refrigerator, looking at our options. The cool air pouring out of it was much more noticeable than I expected.
"Brrrr..." Lisa said. "
Someone's
feeling the cold."
I gave her a dirty look. She laughed, then leaned against my arm and kissed my chest lightly, while sliding a splayed-fingered hand down my belly and beyond, as if brushing my arm with a bare boob and groping me would make things better.
It did, but I wasn't about to admit it to her at that moment.
We'd made a brief detour to the cellar to transfer all of the laundry she'd started earlier this morning to the dryer while we did breakfast.
Now we had to decide what breakfast would be.
"My folks did leave town for an extra-long weekend," Lisa started.
"I've always meant to ask you," I cut in on her, "but why do you guys always leave and return for your trips on seemingly random, mid-week days?"
"My dad's been doing that for as long as I can remember," Lisa said. "We all know that the trip to the cabin is way too long even with zero traffic. Going and coming during the summer weekend rush just adds too much to an already over-long trip, so my dad insists that we travel mid-week to avoid as much time in traffic as they can. Hard to blame him, really.
"Anyway, my parents weren't likely thinking that anyone was going to be needing much fresh food here while they were gone," Lisa went on. "I wasn't expecting to be here until tomorrow night, either.
"
You
ought to have been better-stocked," she said in a slightly accusing tone, "since you were staying for the weekend."
"Maybe," I said, "but I wasn't expecting to have to feed someone else, either. I could roll out to the store for myself at any time. I'd planned to do just that last night, but better things came along and took priority."
"I suppose," Lisa said with a smile. "My parents did leave me some money to restock a bit after I got home, to get some fresh milk and bread for their return. We ought to do some shopping tomorrow or Monday so the larder isn't completely bare when they return."
"By the way," I asked, turning to her, "what are you planning to tell them about where you were this weekend?"
"I plan to tell them the truth. Nancy's car shit the bed and with my weekend plans deep-sixed, pushed back a week or two, I decided to simply relax and enjoy a quiet weekend at home." I raised an eyebrow in her direction as she went on. "I'm not about to mention anything about you and it's really unlikely that they'll ask about the harmless guy who lives in the attic in relation to
my
weekend. And, unless you've already mentioned to them that you were staying here this weekend, they don't have any particular reason to think you were here.
"You usually aren't."
I wasn't sure if I should have taken issue with her use of the word 'harmless,' so instead I leaned down to kiss her shoulder and rub the small of her back and said "And if it
does
occur to them to ask you about the 'guy who lives in the attic'?" I asked.
"Never lie when the truth can be forged into almost anything you need to say," Lisa said as she looked up and fairly beamed at me. "I'll just tell them that we did pizza on Thursday and then you were in and out all weekend."
I closed my eyes and tried desperately not to groan.
I failed.
"I... I...
Oh, my God!
I don't
ever
want to hear you complain about any of my snarky comments again. Not after
that
gem!
"That was breathtakingly awful!" I said in awe.
Most impressive.
After taking a few moments to compose myself to be sure I could speak without laughing, I said "I'm no cook. I can barely manage to avoid burning water — that's one of the reasons I go out to eat so often — but I can manage a basic cheese omelet. Looks like enough non-expired milk, eggs, and cheese. I don't see any onions, though. Any allergies I need to be on the lookout for? I don't recall you ever mentioning anything along those lines in the past," I asked with a raised eyebrow in her direction.
She shook her head in a negative gesture.
"There's some just pre-sell-by bread for toast. And butter. Is that OK?" I asked. "There looks like there's some bacon, too. Cooking
that
while naked could be dangerous — or, at a minimum, potentially uncomfortable. Much as it pains me to say, we should probably pass on that."
"That seems like it'd work," Lisa agreed.
"We could also do French Toast, instead. I can manage that, too," I said. "Looks like enough bread to cover that. Do you have any vanilla extract? I know I don't.
"Too bad there's no potatoes for a side. Fried potatoes is something I always enjoy with breakfast. Maybe if we go out for breakfast tomorrow, I suppose. I'm already thinking in terms of doing Cracker Barrel for tomorrow, if you're agreeable. We should at least keep that in mind as a potential option."
"Let's stick with the omelets for this morning," Lisa decided.
"OK," I said as I leaned down to kiss her while I ran my hands down her back. "Have a seat and enjoy the show while I round up everything I expect to need for our breakfasting adventure. I'll need your guidance on actually finding anything I need to use.
"What do you want to drink? Milk and O.J. are actually appropriate options for today."
"Orange juice sounds fine," she said.
"Good. I'll tell you what I want and you can point me to where I need to rummage. We can start with a couple of frying pans and mixing bowls..."
* * * * *
I wound up making each of us a two-egg cheese omelet. That's just-larger-than-snack-sized for me, but Lisa started to object to my using two eggs for hers, thinking it was too much. I had to remind her of her self-proclaimed 'weakened state' and the fact that she really hadn't had anything to eat since lunch the day before.
"You need to keep up your strength," I told her. "Think of me, a poor, deprived child unable to royally fuck you because you passed out due to lack of sustenance!"
"We can't have any of
that
," Lisa said with a laugh.
I poured each of us a glass of O.J. to wash everything down once breakfast was ready to serve. I'm glad Lisa didn't ask for coffee, because I'm a Coffee Heretic — I drink
instant
. I'll freely admit that it's widely regarded as evil, but that's how I roll. Coffee really doesn't fill my sails, so I've never really developed a taste for it.
I mean, I'll drink it, but only under duress.
I also have absolutely no idea how to use a drip coffeemaker, like theirs.
Besides, making a whole pot of coffee would be an almost complete waste.
She made herself a cup of tea to go with her own breakfast.
Lisa actually wound up setting the table for us, after all. Once she showed me where the pans and bowls I needed were, she began making up the table as I started working on making a mess on the stove, figuring that it would all go faster if she did that for us. I enjoyed peeking at her as she leaned over the table.
I staggered the starting times for each pan far enough that I could get my own toast started, then serve an omelet and toast to her, while mine finished cooking. When I set her plate down, I leaned over her and kissed the top of her head while I reached down to press my hand to her chest for a slow rub.
Lisa grinned, raised her hand to mine, and guided mine to hold against her breast. I spent a brief moment squeezing and enjoying the feel of her nipple pressing into my palm. She leaned toward me and gave The Little Guy a friendly peck.
Lisa sat at her mother's regular end of the kitchen table while I sat at her father's. That left me with a few awkward moments. It was hard not to think of them while looking across their table at their naked daughter.
Yes, pretty, bare boobs on a pretty, young woman make breakfast
much
more enjoyable.
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