This story is fiction based loosely on people, places and events mostly from my life. I strongly suggest that you read the previous chapters before you read this one.
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I woke up on Sunday morning alone in Keith's enormous four poster bed. I didn't notice much about the bed last night, I was kind of preoccupied. His bed was even bigger than my Mom and Dad's king size bed and that was huge. His bed was very comfortable, too, but it was more comfortable when Keith was in bed with me. Where was he anyway?
I turned over and I saw Keith at his dresser. He was wearing slacks and shoes with a towel around his neck and he was brushing his hair. As he brushed, I could see the muscles in his back rippling and I remembered holding on to him last night and feeling those muscles under my hands. I felt a warm glow run through my body.
Keith turned around and noticed I was awake. "Good morning, sleepyhead." He said walking to the bed and smiling. Have I mentioned how I love his smile?
"Good morning." I said stretching, arms over my head, extending my legs, pointing my toes and arching my back.
"Would you like to go out for breakfast or would you rather eat here?" he asked, sitting next to me on the bed.
"We can't go out; all I have to wear is my clothes from last night." I said.
"Not a problem." He replied. He quickly jumped up and walked to a closet and opened the doors. Inside the closet were women's clothes. He pointed to an armoire near the closet and said, "Underwear, shorts, and stuff are in there."
"I can't wear some other women's clothes" I yelped, sitting up quickly holding the covers to hide my naked chest.
Keith suddenly had a hurt look on his face. He walked to the bed and sat down facing me. "Heather," he said his eyes watering, "I would never insult you by asking you to wear some other woman's clothes. I bought them for you; I hoped someday you'd be here to wear them."
I let go of the covers and threw myself at him wrapping my arms around his neck knocking the towel onto the floor. I held his head to my naked breasts and kissed the top of his head breathing in the fresh smell of his shampoo. "I'm so sorry, but, how did you know I'd be here? Will they fit me? How'd you know my sizes?" I said, all in one breath.
He straightened himself up gathering me to him, crushing my naked breasts against his chest with my head on his shoulder. The covers slipped further down my naked body as he pulled me to him exposing me to my knees but I didn't care. "I've been waiting and hoping and planning for this for six months." he whispered, "Did you think last night was a spur of the moment fling?" I could still hear the hurt in his voice.
"I wasn't just feeding you a line just to get in your pants when I told you I wanted you from the day I saw you sitting at the reception desk. Did you think when we talked at lunch, or when we stopped to 'pick up a few things' on the way back to the office, that I wasn't paying attention?" his voice was getting firmer again.
"I don't know." I answered almost in a whisper, "I couldn't believe someone like you could be interested in a kid like me. I hoped, and I dreamed, and I have to admit that I did my damnedest last night to get you to take me to bed, but I never knew how you felt about me."
"First of all," he said, pulling away from me a little and looking down at my naked body with a glint in his eye, "You are no kid." "And secondly," he said, his voice back to its old self, "I don't just want your body; I'm interested in you, the person."
I threw my arms around him with my head against his chest and my arms clutching the broad back that I admired earlier. "So," he said, "what's it to be, breakfast here or go out? But I've gotta warn you, if we stay here, you might not get to try on any of the clothes I bought for you."
"Let's go out for a quick brunch." I said. "Then, maybe, we can come back here and find something to do."
"Great," he said standing up and smiling. He reached down and swatted me on my little butt with his big hand. "Let's get a move on. Bathroom's through there," he pointed to a door off the foot of the bed, "and you know where the clothes are." He walked over to another closet and took out a shirt for himself.
"But where are we going? How should I dress?" I asked, watching him pull his shirt on, disappointed that he was covering his gorgeous body.