That morning went by super-fast. For one thing, I was late to a meeting and had to lie about oversleeping. L had a zoom call and was busy with that, and by the time my stomach started to growl, it was 1:30. I went to the kitchen, and L was fiddling with her phone or computer. I asked her if she was hungry, and she made us mac and cheese. Not exactly a gourmet meal, but it was nice of her to do it. I had to pretend that I was not still staving
, but it was better than me making something. I sometimes give her a hard time about he choice of food and her acting like a college kid. I had enough ramen noodles when I went to school to last a lifetime and we don't have to eat like that at my place!
We finished up lunch, and I went back to work. I assumed she went back to whatever she was doing. When I checked on her later, maybe around 3:30 or 4:00, she was not in the kitchen or great room. I thought for a minute that she might have gone home while I was focused on a conference call. I went into my room, and I found her under a pile of covers in my bed, napping. I didn’t want to give her a heart attack like she gave me that morning, so I quietly nudged her and asked if she was ok. I got the most innocent sleepy look and a drawn-out “yeah.”
I asked her if I could lay down with her and got the same drawn-out “yeah.” When I pulled the covers back, I saw she had got completely undressed and was snuggled up in one big wad of blankets, sheets, and comforter. I stripped down and climbed in. I laid on my back, and she snuggled up to me like we had been sleeping together for years. Nothing more happened that day, and I didn't push it but I was probably hard the entire time. I happened to glance over at the clock on my nightstand a little later, and it was already after 5! I tried to get her moving as quickly I as I could, and she was groggy at first but sprang to life pretty fast because of the implication of not beating her parents home. She hurriedly jumped up and rounded up her clothes. She slipped on her bra and tugged her shorts up, and for me, had the sexiest little wiggle getting them up over her hips. She finally yanked her shirt over her head and half-assed raked her hair with her fingers trying to look a little presentable, I guess.
From there, it was me trying to keep up with her as she darted around my house grabbing her things. She gave me a quick hug and fast kiss before she started to head for the front door. Being the adorable smart ass that she is, she added that she left me a present next to my crappy lotion, which was another thong. I woudn't say that I'm a panty freak, but as I typed this out I realized that I sure commented on her's a lot. I guess I'm an out of the closet panty sniffer
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That weekend seemed like it took forever. I really did miss seeing her, but I know I lusted after her a lot. We’ve since worked out how to see each other over the weekend more, but nothing like the time we spend together during the week. On the one hand, I really hate sneaking around like we are doing something wrong, which we aren’t. On the other, I don’t want her catching any grief or a neighborhood collation of angry mothers burning my house down
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I mentioned a couple of days ago that I was going to ask L more about what she has told her girlfriends she was txts with. I was able to bring it up a little yesterday, but I’m not sure how much of the story I have at this point. She says that the two girls who she was txting, which I mentioned before, know my name, but not that we live next door to each other. I’m not so sure about that, though. Without trying to sound like I was interrogating her, I asked how much of our sex life she shares. She said some of it, and I know she told them she was giving a blow job before. I don't know if they took that seriously or just as a joke. It is kind of a turn-on knowing she is telling them about us, so I don’t want her to stop, but I do want her to be careful. I’m sort of dying to know more.
I’ll continue on with our first real fucking session we had that next Monday, a little later.