The Long Weekend 03B Breakfast

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"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.

* * * * *

Cleanup wasn't as bad as I was anticipating.

Lisa put the dishes, glasses, silverware, and utensils in the dishwasher. We wouldn't bother running it until we'd filled it more fully.

I hand-washed the pans and bowls.

When I finished washing everything, I took shameless advantage of Lisa while she was bent over the dishwasher, loading it. I put my wet hands on her ribs, just below her arms while I leaned in quickly to kiss her between her shoulder blades.

At least my wet hands were warm, so she didn't jump much when I surprised her.

After a quick yelp, Lisa turned to me and slapped me lightly on the chest.

"Are you done yet?" I asked.

"It just so happens that I'd finished just this moment," Lisa said. "Everything is off the table and in the washer. What convenient timing."

"Yes. Isn't it? A simple coincidence, I assure you," I said with a bit of a leer as I reached out to her and drew her into my arms.

Lisa kissed my chest and then rubbed her cheek against me while she wrapped her arms around my waist. "Mmmmmm... this feels nice," she said.

We stood that way for a minute or two when she went on, "You know what else feels nice?"

"No. What?"

"That someone is getting a little angry against my belly," she said quietly.

"Not angry. Get it right!" I replied. I smiled down at her, "He's happy! And, if you let me kiss you for a while, I bet he'll get even happier!"

Lisa snorted a bit, but kissed my chest again, then raised her head to me so I could kiss her properly.

I leaned down slightly to kiss her while I let my hands slide down her back to gently knead her ass. I pulled her hips toward me more firmly while I slipped my tongue into her mouth.

Lisa's hands were doing the same to me, playing with my ass.

After a brief time, I stepped back from her and took her hands in mine.

"Do you want to go upstairs?" Lisa asked quietly.

"Yes, of course I do, but not just yet. Come over here," I said, pulling her toward the head of the table and the seat where I ate breakfast. I guided her to stand with her ass pressed against the table in front of the chair I used.

I placed my hands on her hips, holding her against the table while I kissed her mouth, then trailed my lips and tongue down her neck and chest, leaving wet trails on her breasts and around her nipples with the tip of my tongue. I sat back into the chair as my mouth stopped just above her navel.

Lisa closed her eyes as my hands slid up her sides to reach up for her breasts and lightly squeeze them, rubbing my thumbs repeatedly across her nipples. "That feels nice," she said now, quietly, with a bit of a grin, "but be gentle."

I snorted against her belly and said "Of course I will."

She snorted back in reply.

My hands trailed down from her breasts to her belly and beyond. I started running my fingers through her pubic hair, starting her to squirm quite a bit before me. I enjoyed

that

reaction immensely.

"That tickles!" she cried out.

"So I've already discovered. I like how I can make your legs twitch that way. I already knew that your feet were ticklish, but you gave

this

bit away yesterday, thank you very much!" I said looking up at her with a grin.

"Obviously, I hadn't had any previous opportunity to learn that detail," I continued with an artfully aggrieved tone. "I just haven't made direct use of that little slice of recent knowledge until now."

She tried to close her thighs together to prevent my vicious assault. I was having none of that!

I stood back up, pushing my way between her legs and grinding against her belly. I kissed her mouth hard while I reached my arms around her and grabbed her by the ass. I quickly lifted her onto the kitchen table and pushed her back a few inches so she was sitting on the table with me still between her legs.

She'd wrapped her legs around mine and I could feel her heels against the backs of my knees.

I pulled one of my hands from behind her and reached down between us to rub her pussy. She moaned quietly into my mouth.

"Are you going to behave if I continue?" I asked.

"No."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Fuck... no!"

"My! You

can

be a bit confusing, at times!" I said with a laugh. "Have you always been this confusing and I've simply not noticed it?"

She grinned back at me, then reached between us, wrapping her hand firmly around my penis and giving it some tiny strokes while I continued to rub her pussy.

Between kisses she muttered softly, with a small grin, "Angry, I say! He's always angry!"

"Happy!" I countered. "And I want him to be even happier! He likes your touch, but, in all honesty, he'd rather be touching your insides," I added.

I sighed theatrically between kisses, "Alas... all of my condoms are still upstairs, so it's not to be, at this time."

"Whose fault is that?" Lisa said. "It seems that I recall asking to go upstairs mere minutes ago."

"I wanted to go upstairs, too. I really hope you didn't think that I didn't. I just wanted to spend more time on naked breakfast," I said now. "There's plenty more here I want to eat."

Lisa laughed and said "Oh? And will what you're planning to eat go well with the breakfast you just had?"

"It goes well with anything!" I replied.

"Or, at least," I added with an air of deliberation, "it's gone well with anything I've tried in the past." I looked into her eyes briefly and said brightly, "Let's find out!

"I've heard that it's part of any complete breakfast!"

Lisa snorted lightly as my kisses trailed away from her mouth and down her neck. She cocked her head to the side to let me nibble a bit more while my mouth was still against her throat.

Wet trails traced my movement down her chest and breasts. Her wet nipples glimmered back at me. More trails appeared on her belly as I slowly sank back onto the chair behind me.

Lisa lifted her legs to reach over my shoulders, crossing her ankles behind my back. When I leaned forward to kiss her pussy, she placed her hands on my head and started running her fingers through my hair, pulling me in.

She moaned a soft sigh when my lips touched her clitoris and her thighs twitched against my ears.

I then licked her outer labia. Her pubic hair was mostly in a small, thin patch primarily above her vulva that kind of petered out and didn't extend all the way to the bottom of either side. As noticed before, hers

was

kind of sparse. She tensed slightly as I licked my way up each side. Each time I reached the top I had to deal with one or two stray pubic hairs on my tongue, which was a concern, as she didn't have all that many to spare.

"Mmmmmm..." she said quietly, "you're tickling me again!"

I stopped briefly and looked up at her, "And your point is?" I said as I leaned back in to lick my way up the other side.

"Oh... nothing," she said. "If I'm going to let you continue tickling me there, your tongue is the preferred instrument to use. Uhh... Mmmmmm..."

"But I like running my fingers through your hair," I said, "all of your hair!"

"So I've discovered, but you're just being mean when you do that."

Licking from the bottom, I slowly ran my tongue up her inner lips. She sighed again and I could feel her pulling my head inward as she slowly started to lean back onto the tabletop.

She stopped with a sudden jerk of her arms as she released my head and strained to put her elbows down to stop her lean. This was accompanied by several small bangs and one brief rolling sound, itself broken by a pregnant pause and a crash as something hit the floor, followed by skittering about briefly before stopping with a solid

thunk

against something under the table.

I stood up and pulled Lisa back into a sitting position as I looked over her shoulder. We'd forgotten about — paid no attention to, really — the Lazy Susan in the middle of the table and we'd knocked over some of its contents.

The salt and black pepper were in square shakers, so they fell onto the table and stayed there, with only a little spillage. What turned out to be the chili pepper was in a small cylindrical jar and proceeded to roll off the table to clatter on the floor. Nothing else seems to have fallen off, but everything else was in disarray.

I looked down at Lisa's back and saw a small red spot on her shoulder where she'd landed on... something. "Are you OK? Everything looks ok, just a fairly small red spot back there, that I can see."

"I'm fine. Just a tiny bit sore where I met everything."

I reached back and rubbed the red spot a bit. Then I got around her side and kissed her boo-boo before picking everything up from where they rested.

"Just sit there. I'll move everything off the table."

Well, this was just dandy! The salt and pepper were easy to put back on the carousel, but now I'm on my hands and knees, naked, with an erection, under their kitchen table on the cold, hard tile floor — which doesn't seem to have been swept recently. I had to weave my arm between the legs of a chair to reach the only rogue container to make it off the table.

At least it didn't break. Not even a visible chip.

Lisa's probably cooling off while I root around under the table, because the mood is a bit broken.

After stretching a bit to get the jar, I boosted myself back up to stand and placed the wild jar with the other escapees. Then I picked up the whole thing and carried it over to the counter, trying not to let anything else fall off.

The only things left on the tabletop now were the four fabric place mats and one naked young woman.

When I looked back at Lisa, she looked both cute and odd from this angle. Her bare ass looked awkwardly flat, solidly resting on the table where she sat. As I walked back to my place, I lightly laid my hand on her shoulder and leaned in to kiss her sore spot again.

Then I went on to stand in front of her again and put my hands on her waist. "Are you really OK?" I said.

"Yeah. Just a bit sore. Your boo-boo kisses haven't yet done their magic on me, though," she said with a lopsided grin. "I should have remembered that it was there."