Again, a stand-alone tale, but please read the preceding chapters to get a feel for 'Frank' and her life.
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I surfaced from sleep early, around nine that Saturday morning. I was lying in my bed, in my flat, but, unusually, uniquely here, there was a body behind me.
I knew it was a male because I could feel the 'morning wood' pressing into my back as he lay behind me. Slowly I recollected my thoughts and rediscovered my memory of the previous night.
I'd been to the college 'Freshers' Ball', on a date with Simon, and brought him home. I remembered sucking him off, then getting a really good shag before we both fell asleep in my bed.
I noted a change in the breathing behind me.
"Hey, sleepy!" I whispered. "How's the head?"
"Pretty good!" came the reply. "Your scotch was good enough not to worry the brain cells, and I think I recall some pretty heavy petting going on!"
"Heavy petting? If that's all you think it was I wasn't on form!"
"Joking!" came the whisper behind me. "Mmmmm."
The 'mmmm' accompanied a shift in Simon's position, to allow his hard-on to lay snug against the small of my back, not digging in as much.
I giggled. "Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?"
"No pockets in my birthday suit" came the reply, as Simon's hand travelled up from across my stomach to caress one of my (to me) small 34B tits.
"Ooooh, what a nice way to wake up." I was almost purring in delight. Simon's very adept hands kept rolling across my breast, cupping, stroking, squeezing, while his fingers alternately caressed and squeezed my super-sensitive little brown nipples. He started to thrust his hips, pushing his erection up and down my back.
"That's so nice, Si." I said "You can keep that up all morning if you like."
"I would" he replied. "but I'm actually really hungry. Sorry" I could imagine the moue made by his lips and the careless shrug of the shoulders that I felt behind me. Thinking about it, I was hungry too.
"You got any plans for today?" I asked.
"Just an essay. Nothing I wouldn't put off to spend more time with you!" Simon responded.
I threw off the duvet and stood up, stark bullock naked, stretching.
"Now that's a sight for sore eyes" was the remark from the bed. Simon was staring at my nude form, appreciation mixed with lust in his eyes. Having thrown the covers off I could see the hard shaft that had satisfied me the night before sticking almost upright as he lay on the mattress.
I threw him my dressing gown, while I grabbed one of my round-the-house shirts, an old work shirt which my father had generously donated to me. Nothing kinky, but what girl doesn't love her father? Even after a fair few washes it still, somehow, had his scent on it, making me feel warm, comfortable, secure and a thousand other nice things all at once.
We went down the stairs and into my kitchen, where I found some breakfast stuff.
"cereal or toast?" I asked.
"Toast."
"Good. There's only enough cereal for one!" I smiled as I stood up from the cupboard, catching Simon checking out my bum, covered only just in the shirt I had on.
I boiled the kettle for coffee, managed to not burn Simon's toast, dug out the butter and some runny honey, and fixed a bowl of cereal. I stood next to Simon, munching cornflakes while leaning on him, as one of his hands caressed my side and the other held the toast.
He finished quickly. "Gourmet breakfast, Kate" he managed, his mouth still half-full of bread. "But I hear the better hotels put on a dessert menu at breakfast!"
"I see." I said. "I'll just have to check with the maitre'd". I'd just had a naughty thought, and figured I'd go along for the ride (so to speak).
I went to my fridge and found what I'd hoped was there, the last pot of strawberry yoghurt. Picking it up I went to my cutlery draw, opened it, pretended to look, then slammed it shut before Simon could so.
"Oh no" I said, in my little girl lost voice. "No spoons. What can I do?"
I went up to Simon, gave him a quick kiss, then pulled the dressing gown cords so that he was frontally naked. Kneeling down, I ripped the top off the yoghurt pot and quickly put it up to his semi-hard penis, dipping the end in the sweet mixture. I held his cock and quickly kissed it, opening my mouth to run my tongue around the head and slurp up the yoghurt I'd deposited there.
"Mmmm! Breakfast dessert, I think." I said.
Again, I dipped his rapidly hardening dick and dipped it into the yoghurt pot, more this time as I made room for it. This time I took his whole cock head into my mouth, sucking hard while tasting the heady mix of strawberry yoghurt mixed with a little precum from his manhood.
"Ohhh" Was the only noise I heard.
By the time I finished that mouthful Simon was fully hard, and I was reduced to tipping the yoghurt over his hard cock, as there was no way I could bend it to fit it in the little pot I had. His seven inches was hot and very hard, and I was able to go down on him properly, using my whole mouth as my spare hand caressed his balls.
"Oh, wow!"
Almost finished, I put the pot round the end of his cock, swirling it so that his shaft held the remains from the sides of the container, then went back to work, making sure has was fully hard.
"Arrrgh. So good!" came the response. "Stop, or I'll come too soon." I was pleasantly surprised to hear that statement of consideration, as (I know now) so many boys would have just held on and let their nuts explode down your throat.
I stood up in front of Simon and his hands went straight to the buttons on my shirt, opening it all down the front then pushing it off my shoulder so that I was again naked in front of him. He shrugged his dressing gown off onto the floor and we both stood as nature intended, my hard, pointed nipples and his erect penis stating our unfulfilled desire.
"My turn for dessert" he said. He took my shoulders and pushed me round till my bum was against the kitchen table. Picking up my honey jar he held it over my tits, dribbling the clear brown sweet confection over them, some escaping to run between, down my chest and over my flat stomach.
Bending down, Simon started to lick my front, either side, then on my breasts, centreing slowly to my nipples. My nipples are very sensitive, and this attention had me half way to orgasm in a minute.
"Ohhhh!' I moaned. "Simon, don't stop. That feels so good."
He paused in his oral ministrations. "No way am I stopping. You're too sweet!"
His attention was perfect. He treated both breasts equally, and the one that didn't have his tongue all over it was treated to a gentle caress from one hand, the other rubbing up and down my back.
As he finished the honey on my front he gently pushed me back so that I was lying on the table. I thought then that I'd finally get to feel him inside me one more time, but I was in for another treat. Grabbing the honey, Simon poured more over my clit, the excess dribbling over my shaven twat.
Separating my legs, Simon knelt between my thighs and buried his face in my snatch. His dextrous tongue reached in between my lips and up my cunt, then withdrew, angling upward to caress my clitoris and send me over the edge. It was an orgasm I wasn't expecting, but the sudden release was both welcome and invigorating.
