When I woke the next morning, I found myself on my left side spooning Chelsea with my left arm underneath my head and my right draped over her. My morning erection was trapped between us, but she was soundly asleep. I decided I was going to wake her up slowly and sexually, if I could. I rolled back slightly and reached behind me and found the bottle of lube my ex had kept on the nightstand. Moving slowly and carefully, I opened the bottle and managed to get some of the slippery substance on my groin and I began to rub it along the length of my cock. Then I slowly lifted Chelsea's right leg and placed it on top of my own so that I could get a little lube on her pussy. She moaned softly when I did this, but she did not wake up. It took several minutes and some careful realigning to finally find the right angle to enter her from. I slid in as slowly as I could, and I managed to get completely buried before she started to stir. As I slid out and back in slowly I heard her mumble something.
"Shhh," I whispered in her ear, "no talking."
I kept my pace deliberately slow but I pushed both of us gradually toward orgasm. My right hand roamed over Chelsea's body as I slowly rocked in and out of her. I rubbed and pinched her nipples and eventually moved my hand to her clit as I felt myself approaching release. She moaned loudly when my fingers found their target and I bent my head forward and kissed the back of her neck and then her shoulder which caused her to shiver slightly. I still had no speed behind my thrusts, but they were full, long strokes that wrenched groans and cries from both of us. When I felt myself crest I rubbed Chelsea's clit forcefully and brought her crashing into orgasm with me. I held her tight as we came and planted kisses on all the parts of her skin I could reach.
"Well, that's just an incredible way to be woken up," Chelsea finally whispered.
"Glad you liked it," I said.
"It was also devoid of any dirty talk, exhibitionism, or name calling. Are you starting to get attached?"
"Would that be a problem, if I was?"
She was silent for several minutes before answering, "I... I don't know."
"Honesty, that's very good," I said and hugged her. "I just wanted you to understand this isn't just about sex, no matter how hot that sex is."
"Ok," she replied neutrally.
"You're young Chelsea, and while I would never try to tell you what to do, you do need to realize that some decisions are larger than one person and can affect other people whether you want them to not. I hope, when the time comes, that you will still want me around for whatever comes afterward."
She didn't say anything in response to that, and instead simply kissed my hand and hugged the arm that was embracing her. Once she relaxed her grip, I left the bed and took a quick shower and cleaned up. When I came back out, Chelsea was still dozing in bed.
"Have a nap if you like, or clean up. I'm going to run out and get us some breakfast.," I said to her and I got a weary-looking wave in response.
While I was out, I also made a few phone calls and started to put in place some of my plans from last night. I brought back some breakfast sandwiches, a selection of fruit, and both orange juice and coffee. When breakfast passed in silence I began to worry.
"Are you ok," I asked.
She looked up and smiled at me happily, and I saw no deception in it. "I feel amazing," she said softly. "You have given me a thing or two to think about, which I realize is exactly what I asked for when I told you not to treat me like a child. Now take me home so I can start imagining what you have planned for us next weekend."
We continued to date for the next month, at least once a week and sometimes twice, when she could get away with it. I tried a variety of diversions, including some things that I had never tried myself. Some of them were successful, like the day trip hike that got us both a workout, including a rather risky rendezvous in a wooded area near the trail, or the river rafting trip that included some skinny dipping and moonlit lovemaking at the edge of the water. Others were met with less enthusiasm, such as the ballet, which seemed boring to both of us or my failure at discerning her musical tastes by taking her to what I thought was a popular pop singer of the time.
She giggled when we arrived and saw the signs. "Is this what you think I listen to," she said smiling.
"You're a teenage girl, and you've never once listened to any music of your own around me," I said defensively.
The giggle turned into a laugh. "This is such a bad call it's almost endearing," she said when she calmed down. "I hope the tickets weren't expensive. What's Plan B?"
I thought for a while and came up with something that I thought might work and drove to a nearby shopping center. Chelsea shot me a skeptical look when I pulled into a parking spot.
"Falling back on the boring old guy dinner and a movie routine," she chided.
"Not at all. Come with me," I said as I exited the car. "Do you, um, have any money," I asked hesitantly when we approached the doors to the mall.
"Yes, am I treating tonight for a change," she said with a mildly shocked expression on her face.
"No, but after hearing my idea I will loan you money if needed, since this was unplanned."
"What are we up to," she asked as we finally stepped inside. The place was eerily deserted, probably due to the concert down the road.
"This place has a book store, a record store, and a couple of places that sell DVDs. You will go buy me one of each, and all of them should to be important or special to you in some way. No buying me something you think I will like, that's not the point. Also, no multi-book series, it must be a standalone. I will be doing the same for you, and we will spend the night listening and watching and spend next week reading."
There was a widening smile on Chelsea's face as I explained all of this and when I finished she nodded happily. "I have enough to cover my end of this. I'm going to have to put you on the spot more often, this is going to be fun, like a slumber party!"
"We'll pick up some snacks at the grocery store on the way out as well," I said smiling.
"Can we order pizza," she asked hopefully.
"Definitely! You start at that end," I said pointing to the right, "and I'll start down there. No peeking before we get home."
We reconvened a half hour later with our respective bags tightly clutched out of sight. We put them in the car and made our pass through the grocery store getting an eclectic variety of suitably unhealthy junk food. Once back at my house we put away the groceries, ordered the pizza, and then sat down to decide how to go through the movies and music. We quickly decided on the movies first, followed by the music if we didn't pass out by then. We waited for the pizza to arrive and then took it and some drinks into the living room.
"Ladies first," I said, "so queue up your movie." Chelsea kept her movie hidden while she removed the plastic wrapping and put the disc in the player. After that she stuck the case back in the bag where I couldn't see it. She hopped back onto the couch and I started up the player. When the movie name 'Juno' was finally revealed I chuckled.
"Hey, don't laugh," Chelsea said sounding slightly wounded. "This movie is one of the things that made me want to get pregnant."
"What? Seriously? Hang on, I've seen this and I know how it ends. Are you planning to give your child up for adoption," I said both confused and worried.
"Ok, pause it so I can talk about this," she answered. "The couple in the movie, Mark and Vanessa are young, but life is kind of already beating them up and driving them apart. I don't want to wait and then realize I am with someone who doesn't want or isn't ready for children when the time comes. I would rather have children now and have them part of my life from the beginning I guess."
"But you are kind of giving up your youth to do that. Juno gets hers back because of the adoption."
"I know, I'm not claiming this is a perfect analogy for my life or anything. I'm not giving my baby up for adoption, either. I'm not all that interested in the pursuits of youth really, and maybe I'm being naïve about the responsibility that will be involved, but it's what I want. I'm kind of bummed that you've already seen this. It's harder for me because I only have a few years' worth of stuff to pull from. You have entire decades Mr. Old Man."
I laughed at her reference, but it would be a while before she understood why. "Well then," I said handing her the remote, "you should provide commentary on notable things in the movie then. Pause it if you need to. It's more important to me to understand why you like it than it is to watch it in silence."
She smiled at this and we settled back to watch her movie. She did not have a lot of commentary to add really, as she had already covered the main points before we started. But hearing her talk about it drove home a couple of things. First, she was not at all intimidated by the idea of having and raising a child on her own. Second, she really *wanted* to have a baby, in the way you expect women whose biological clocks are winding down to want it. I mentally added an item to my planning list for myself initially, and perhaps Chelsea later if my irrational fears bore out.
When her movie finished, we took some time to clean up the pizza leftovers and bring out a few snacks, including some popcorn. Chelsea asked if I was going to provide commentary on my movie and I told her 'no'. If she wanted, we could discuss it afterward. My choice was 'The Man From Earth', which to be honest, I expected her to fall asleep during. A movie about a group of people having a discussion in a living room can be pretty underwhelming if you aren't intrigued by the discussion. I was pleased to see she was pretty engrossed in the movie while we watched. I pointed at the screen when Sandy worked out the Mr. Oldman pun name and Chelsea just rolled her eyes at me.
"So, I take it you aren't religious," Chelsea asked.
