When I wrote Part 1 it was going to be a stand-alone story. The characters and the general premise of the story had been rolling around in my brain for a while. I moved on to a different story, but I couldn't get Hanna out of my mind, so I came back. There is another part after this one that shouldn't be too far behind this.
The sun was streaming through the bedroom window as I opened my eyes. I gently slid my arm under me to lift up look over at the bedroom clock and was shocked to see it was just past seven-thirty. It had been years, possibly decades since I had slept past seven o'clock. It had probably been just after eleven o'clock when we had fallen asleep so that meant that I slept for over eight hours.
I looked at Hanna, her dark black hair was strewn all over her pillow and partly over her face. Even now though she was beautiful. It seemed surreal that she was in bed next to me, and I wanted to burn the image of her lying next to me into my brain. I wasn't sure I would get to see it again.
She appeared to still be deeply asleep, and I realized I really needed to pee. I carefully slid out of bed and went into the bathroom. After emptying my bladder, I washed my face and then brushed my teeth. If Hanna wanted to kiss me when she woke up, I wanted my breath to be fresh, not my morning breath.
I left the bathroom and quietly moved back across the bedroom. I noticed Hanna hadn't moved and I carefully climbed back into the bed pulling the sheet and comforter over me as I laid back down. I rolled onto my side so I could see her again as I remembered our evening together last night.
It had honestly been one of the best in my life. The beautiful, hot, perfect girl laying next to me had made me experience feelings that were both physically and emotionally incredible. Amazingly enough that was the day after my wife of over twenty-four years had accidentally confirmed she was having an affair, something I had suspected for years.
It wasn't just the sex that had been amazing. She was smart, confident, and funny and just being near her made me feel good. Unfortunately, I knew because of her age that this was just a fling and there was no future. She was a month away from her twenty-first birthday and I was turning fifty-one in a month.
I felt the bed move as she pulled herself into an almost fetal position. Then her arm moved, and her hand appeared to reach out to find me, landing on my hip. Her eyes were still closed but a slight grin appeared on her face. She was on her side with her back to me and scooted back towards me until our bodies touched.
Her hand continued to reach behind her and when it found my forearm, she grasped it then pulled it around her, wrapping it around her like she was pulling a blanket over her. I had rolled over on my side, and we were now spooning, and she pushed back against me.
"Good Morning." She said quietly.
"Good Morning. Did you sleep well?" I asked.
"Yes... having four orgasms will help you do that. Works way better than melatonin." She laughed lightly. "Did you sleep well? Have you been awake long?"
"I slept great. And no, not long." I told her.
"Have you been watching me sleep?" She asked.
"Not really... but I liked seeing you asleep in bed next me."
She pulled my arm tighter to her and pushed her butt back against my groin. I leaned up and saw that my t shirt she was wearing had slipped off her shoulder and I kissed the exposed skin. I heard her sigh and then she turned her head towards me. When she smiled at me, warmness ran through my body and I kissed her gently on her lips. She rolled over onto her back and our kiss became a little more passionate when her tongue slipped into my mouth.
"Hmm... someone has very fresh breath already this morning. I think maybe he has already brushed his teeth. Sorry about my morning breath." Hanna said as we broke our kiss.
"Like everything else about you... your morning breath is amazing." I smiled at her and laughed.
"Everything about me isn't amazing... but you make me feel like it is... which is amazing. I have to pee." She threw the covers off and jumped out of bed heading to the bathroom.
She came back a few minutes later and I watched her walk across the room. Her hair was disheveled, she wasn't wearing any makeup, and she was wearing one of my old t shirts that was easily three or four sizes too big for her and she still looked beautiful. My face must have shown what I thought.
"I... you just... look at me and it makes me feel tingly. I can't describe it." She said climbing back onto the bed sitting on her knees looking at me then continued. "I am starving, are you hungry?"
I just smiled at her and nodded my head yes. I sat up in bed and gave her a quick kiss before getting up and grabbing my phone, we headed out of the bedroom and down the stairs. She followed me after picking up her phone. We walked into the kitchen I saw the mess we had left down stairs last night.
The left-over pizza was sitting on the counter, along with highball glasses and the bottle of scotch. The kitchen table was covered with plates, pizza remnants, used napkins, and empty beer bottles. The coffee table in the family room had the same stuff on it and our clothes were strewn over the couch and floor.
Normally that would have set me off but instead of was a reminder of how amazing the evening had been. Instead of being mad I felt a smile spread across my face.
"Pancakes, waffles, bacon, bagels?" I asked her as I started to make some coffee.
"Are we still going to do something together today? You mentioned maybe a Jeep ride to lunch?" She sounded a little uncertain as she asked.
"Yes... if you still want to?" I asked, it was my turn to sound uncertain.
We stared at each other for a minute and there was a sudden tension that continued to build.
"I uh..."
"Look..."
We spoke at the same time.
"Go ahead..." I said scared she was going say we had a nice night but obviously it was a one-time thing and let me down easily.
"No, you go first..." She replied.
"No... you go first..." I responded.
