I woke up first.
I looked next to me to see if Tina was still there. Or more precisely - to see if it was real and not a dream or a fantasy. She was, sleeping blissfully, a little smile on her lips.
I went into my room to get something to wear. I thought of grabbing the nearest thing, my terrycloth bathrobe, but then reconsidered and grabbed some sweat pants and a sweatshirt that didn't clash too badly, then went down to the kitchen.
We were definitely going to need some breakfast, especially after .... And for today ... I decided that the occasion called for something more substantial than my usual utilitarian bran flakes with yoghurt, but before I could actually do anything other than get the OJ out of the refrigerator Tina came downstairs.
She was dressed like she had been for most of last night - naked. But she disappeared for a second and I think she went to where she'd left her overnight bag and came back wearing a stunning bright red gown which looked like it was silk or satin.
And as you can probably guess, the effect was stunning. She'd washed her face and brushed her dark tangly hair 'til it shined. And the satin gown literally
caressed
her body - the narrow waist, the flair of her butt, the gentle pear shape of her breasts. And of course, the hard nipples clearly outlined against the silky fabric.
She was a vision in bare feet.
She could not mistake the admiration in my look. She smiled and took it gracefully.
"Good morning, Lover," followed by a quick kiss on my cheek.
Still dreaming?
"Good morning, Tina. How'd you sleep last night?"
She looked at me - I mean, really
looked
at me, and said, "I think that was the best night of my life." The way she said it, it seemed to imply that she was not referring just to the sleep quality.
I said, "I was going to fix breakfast for us - what would you like?" but before I could get going she said, "Oh, no, I was hoping you'd let
me
make breakfast for us," and set about getting things before I could even answer.
Tina's spent so much time here that she knows Janet's kitchen far better than I ever would. First she got out the coffee beans and the distilled water and started the coffee maker going - she and Jenna have made morning coffee lots of time's when she's been over. Once the coffee was started she got out some aluminum mixing bowls and a non-stick skillet, then started pulling stuff out of the fridge - half a dozen eggs, some veggies, some cheddar cheese - Janet gets the shredded kind - and I think I even saw her come up with a jalapeno pepper.
"How'd you like an omelette, Doug - a Denver omelette or western or whatever - I can never tell the difference. Well?"
By now my bran flakes and yoghurt were way in the rearview mirror.
She set about slicing and dicing and melting a wad of butter in the skillet, and then she did something I've never seen before: When she cracked the eggs she separated the whites and the yolks and whipped them separately, then folded the whites into the yolks in the larger mixing bowl and then poured the whole thing into the skillet she'd been heating.
Then she looked in the fridge again. "English muffins?" and popped one whole wheat and one regular in the toaster oven.
I couldn't help myself. I got up and moved behind her and put my arms around her waist - and got my hands smacked with a spatula.
"
Doug!
You'll make me mess up the omelette! Go do something useful and get out some plates for here and go set the table."
I quickly sneaked a kiss to her hair and slid my hands up and cupped her breasts through the silky gown but then beat a hasty retreat to the silverware drawer. I guess I'd been told!
The toaster oven dinged and Tina asked me, in a more polite tone than before, to please butter them and then help her ease the gorgeous, puffy omelette onto a serving plate she'd already warmed.
I won't go into detail - you'll just have to take my word on how amazingly good it was. Then clearing the table and taking the dirty dishes out to the kitchen and Tina putting everything in the dishwasher. She came back with another mug of coffee for me, and while I was enjoying this she moved around behind me and leaned against me, her silk-shrouded breasts enfolding my head, and put her arms around my neck.
"Doug, yesterday with you was awesome. Do you think there's anything we can do today to top it?"
And the way she said it, I knew I was sure as hell going to try.
But not immediately, I guess.
"Doug?"
"Yeah?"
"Let's get in bed and watch cartoons!"
Cartoons??
But a more practical side of me replied, "Cartoons? Do they even broadcast cartoon shows any more?"
Tina answered brightly, "Not on TV, Silly - on the internet!"
My usual response to computer-related matters: Huh?
"Sure. There's this website that has nothing but old cartoon series - the
real
ones. C'mon!"
Tina, red satin-robed goddess-seductress grabbed my hand and practically dragged me upstairs.
"Get your laptop and some cables and we'll figure out how to hook it up to the bedroom TV."
Always skeptical, I nevertheless succumbed to Tina's child-like eagerness, and, amazingly, it took her about eight seconds and we were watching
SuperCartoons
on the 45-inch screen.
"Cmon, help me straighten the bed."
So Tina and I straightened the bed clothes, and then she folded them down nicely and slipped in, still wearing her red gown, and patted the space next to her.
I sat down were she indicated and Tina fiddled with the laptop and in no time we were watching Daffy Duck in something called "Go Go Amigo."
Apparently
SuperCartoons
had acquired access to the whole library of Warner Bros.-Looney Tunes-Merrie Melodies cartoons, so after Daffy we watched Elmer Fudd futilely pursuing that wascally wabbit, then watched a few of those, and we just had to follow that with some Road Runner cartoons.
Then my Tina - "my Tina" - said, "You know what we need? Snacks!" and hopped out of bed, dragging me along with her. Down to the kitchen, where of course Tina knew where every snack in the house was. She grabbed some bags of Ritz Bits and Oreo Minis and Pepperidge Farms Goldfish, and in a nod to healthfulness, some rice cakes. The she told me to go to the fridge and grab a couple of the flavored fruit waters that we always keep cold, and back up to the bedroom - and the bed - to enjoy our booty while we watched more cartoons.
And we sat in bed, laughing, poking and tickling and otherwise annoying each other - okay, maybe we copped some feels, too - while we snarfed down our snacks as we watched Bugs and Daffy and Yosemite Sam. Then I saw that they had some Foghorn Leghorn cartoons, which Tina didn't get and I had to explain to her that he was a parody of an old-time blowhard Southern politician, so she laughed a few times but I think that was just to humor me.
And somewhere during this I realized that I have felt this carefree, child-like freedom in 15 years.
And we watched some
Scooby-Doo
- yes, the had those, too, and after we saw "
Scooby-Doo and a Mummy, Too"
when Tina paused the cartoons.
"Doug?"
"Yeah?"
"Doug, I was thinking ... I was thinking that maybe we've watched enough cartoons, and maybe we might wanna watch more of what we watched last night ...?"
"You mean, some of those
special
websites - the ones that say they're only for viewers over 18?"
"Yeah, maybe those sites."
We didn't have to go into the "office" since we already had the laptop and the big TV there in Jenna's bedroom (the 50-inch TV was Jen's one-and-only request for last Christmas so Janet and I gave in). I opened up a Private browser window and tried to decide what might suit the present circumstances the best.
And the "present circumstances" are, in our horsing-around during cartoons Tina's gown had "managed" to become untied and was now completely open and all her gorgeous, sexy attributes were on full display. My sweats were down to mid-thigh, and while not as gorgeous as Tina's, my principal attribute was on full display, too.
I think our fooling around had gotten both of us pretty worked up and maybe ready for something in the "more intense" category of adult entertainment. I searched for the name of one well-known "actress" who's famous because despite being 18 or 19, she looks really young. And I mean
really young
. Long dark hair, usually held in a pony tail, child-like face, a flat chest with no boobs, just the pointy bumps of her dark nipples. And despite how tiny her body is, she'll do anything! She'll take anything, anywhere. I've seen videos where she does a gang-bang with four or five guys and take cocks in all three holes at the same time.
I found one video of hers, and Tina and I watched, totally engrossed, propped up next to each other in bed like that, with Tina fingering herself and me slowly stroking my cock, and it took a lot of self-control for both of us not to give in and let ourselves cum. But I think both of use had ideas for other things for this morning.
But I could only find that one video of that particular "star," so we went back to some of the websites we were looking at last night and I let Tina choose which pictures to click on.
And like she said, she seems to get most turned-on by ones where the girl gets tossed around a lot and pounded pretty hard - in her pussy or her mouth, and she liked the ones that were old-young, like a "dad" and the "babysitter." Either those, or the ones that had an "incest" theme, although the sites tried to maintain their "moral standards" and responsibility to the public by claiming that they were
step-
fathers and
step-
daughters, although Tina and I agreed that they were probably neither.
Tina's eyes landed on one that looked like it might be the kind of "girl-dad age" video that she said she was interested in. It might have been the title that caught her eye -
"Christina Cuts Class"
- "Christina," like her. Also, the girl looked to have long dark brown hair like Tina, but that was the end of the resemblance. The other thing I noticed was that the "dad" in the video had this kind of Spanish or Italian look, and I wondered if that was part to the appeal for Tina, too.
The vid started with "Christina" at home on the couch wearing only satin panties and a tight tank top that clearly outlined her aroused nipples. She was looking at her phone like she was watching some short videos.