It was a very lucky thing for Ken that it was Saturday, and that he didnât have to be at work. He didnât wake up till well after 10:00am. Then, as he lay there in bed, groggy and sleepy he rolled over. The first thing he noticed was that the sheets were sticking to him from about the lower abdomen all the way to his knees. The second thing that he noticed was that his cock and balls were sore when he moved. Pulling back the still moist and sticky sheets, he could see that his cock was very swollen and red. His balls ached just moving around and he groggily tried to remember what had happened the night before. He remembered coming home and Mandy helping him inside. He smiled as he vaguely remembered her long tan and exposed legs. Laughing to himself, he thought that the night wasnât a complete disaster; at least he got to see her gorgeous legs. But other than that, the rest of the night was a blur.
As he sat there, trying to get into a comfortable position he could smell a very faint scent of her perfume, on the sheets. At first he was shocked, wondering if they had been in bed together. Thinking about it, he realized, being in bed with her would be something that he would definitely remember. As much as he tried, he couldnât remember anything. But there was that lingering scent of her on the sheets. He could smell her. Had she been there, with him? He fought with his memory, digging deep, but there was nothing there.
He sat up, feeling an ache deep inside his balls. Looking again, he could see that the foreskin of his cock was really raw and tender. The head was a little bit swollen and it was obvious that the sheets were covered in cum. This one, he couldnât figure out. He looked around the room, searching for any sign that would give him a clue as to what had happened. Had he brought someone home with him? He thought about it but knew that he would not have done that. Besides, he didnât know anyone well enough to bring them home, especially a home that was not his own. He really didnât think that Mandy would have liked that, especially after the way they had been getting along. And the night before, there had been no one that he was even with, let alone taking home with him.
After much internal debate, he could only surmise that Mandy had been in his bed. But what had she done that resulted in his being so sore and the sheets so wet. Whatever it was, he felt that he would soon find out. Slowly getting out of bed he went into the bathroom and quickly washed up. The smell of sex was all over him. He did notice that he could not smell her perfume on him, but only on the sheets. It was as if she had been at one spot on the bed, but nowhere else. It was odd. Ken became convinced that he had been in bed, probably passed out or sound asleep and Mandy had come into his bed. Again, if this was the case, he figured that he would discover more, talking to her. He was somewhat nervous about facing her. It would be easy if he could remember what happened or the very least, her being there with him. But he couldnât remember anything and that made things embarrassing.
Putting on his robe, he left his room and went into the kitchen. Mandy was already there sitting at the kitchen table. When he walked in, she smiled cheerily and pushed a cup of coffee across the table to him.
âI figure after last night, you might be needing this,â she smiled.
Ken wasnât sure what that meant. âAfter last nightâŚâ What was she referring to? She was smiling, almost from ear to ear, as if she knew something.
âWhat did I do last night?â he asked hesitantly. She looked at him with a big smile on her face, his heart beginning to sink.
âWhat did you do?â she laughed. âWell âŚâ she trailed off, pausing for affect. âActually, you didnât do anything,â she whispered, almost sounding disappointed.
Ken cheered up a little. âWhat do you mean?â he asked. She took a long sip of her coffee and crossed her legs. Ken couldnât help but notice that she seemed to be showing him a little bit more leg than normal, this early in the morning. He was use to her playful flirting and teasing, but that was later in the day as it became hotter and normally when one of them was sun bathing. It seemed that the less clothes either of them wore, the more sexual the situation became. Imagine that. But now, early in the morning, she was sitting at the kitchen table, wearing only a robe as far as he could tell, and her legs were exposed, all the way to her upper thighs. This was different. But he didnât mind at all. They were great legs. He couldnât help but take longer looks at them, their smoothness and tan. He could only imagine what was higher up her thighs. He found himself wondering if she had tan lines, even though he had seen her tanning on several occasions. She was barefooted, something that he always found arousing in women. It also seemed that she was more than aware of what he was thinking, playing off what he was saying with her body language.