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We ate – no, devoured – a belated pot-luck supper, washed down with a bottle of wine. Having missed lunch and engaged in some strenuous physical activity, we were both ravenous by the time we got to examining the contents of her fridge.
And then it was back to bed, both still fired up from our lust-fueled session on the pool table.
Sunday morning, I woke first, reluctantly disentangled myself from Mel’s soft warm naked body, hit the bathroom and then the kitchen.
Task number one, fill and switch on the coffee machine. I needed the caffeine hit badly, and I was pretty sure that my girlfriend would appreciate coffee steaming on the nightstand when she opened her beautiful eyes. What’s the point of overnighting with a lady if you can’t make nice to her in the morning?
Number two, let the three dogs out into the back yard. Avoiding their claws stomping on my bare feet. I’d learned that lesson the hard way. A dog in a rush doesn’t bother with politeness and other social niceties. When you tell them they can go, they go.
Number Three, measure out their breakfast and then supervise. Max is a boy; he chows down almost faster than he can swallow, and then looks around to see what else is on offer. Kara and Tara are ladies; they chew their food and consequently are still eating when he has finished licking his bowl clean. Which means, in his little doggie mind, that either they got given more than he did, or they aren’t hungry. Which equates to him attempting to help them clear their bowls, which results in warning growls if he gets too close.
Number four. Carry two steaming mugs of morning elixir into the bedroom, closing the door behind me with my hip; ensuring that the dogs don’t follow me and leap onto the bed, waking my sleeping beauty too abruptly.
And ‘Sleeping Beauty’ was the correct designation. I stood for a moment just gazing at her; her blonde hair tangled over her sleeping face, the sheet only covering her lower half, her pale chest with its pink ornaments rising and falling gently with her soft breathing. Damn! Even disheveled after a night of loving, she looks great!
I placed the mugs down on the mats on the nightstand, and mischievously kissed those adorable puckered nipples. I managed four kisses on the left and three on the right before her eyes opened. A huge smile was my reward. She sat up and I passed her a mug.
She sipped appreciatively a couple of times, then sighed, her face taking on a worried frown as she woke fully. “Please tell me it was only a bad dream? I didn’t really drag you to the games room, in the middle of filming, for a quickie on the pool table?”
I smiled at her, “No, sweetheart. WE decided to give lunch a miss and have some quiet time together. Except we weren’t quiet enough. Oh, and if I didn’t tell you at the time, you were amazing!”
She cringed a little at my obvious enthusiasm and apparent total lack of remorse. “Oh shit! What WILL Judy think of me? That was so absolutely unprofessional!”
“Relax, sweetheart. Judy was laughing all over her face; she didn’t mind at all. We were off the clock, it was the lunch break, she wasn’t at all pissed. If you don’t believe me, give her a call?”
“I will.” She took another couple of sips. I let her replace the mug safely on the mat before I hit her with the next comment.
“Now, sweetie, we need to talk about what else is on your bucket list!”
My girlfriend snorted, “Being screwed on a pool table wasn’t ever on my bucket list!”
I put a huge (but teasing) question mark into my voice, “No? Really?”
She grinned ruefully, sportingly acknowledging the hit, “Well, ... not until we shot that scene and I realized I’d missed out on a life experience. It was pretty damn hot, wasn’t it?”
“Yes and no. YOU were red-hot. Theirs was a good performance for the camera, but those oversized tits; well, they were kinda distracting, bouncing around out of control. That kid is gonna regret going for that size when she gets older; hell, she must already wear a Kevlar sports bra instead of Spandex, if she dares go jogging at all. I guess though, once you’ve worked your magic in the editing suite, it won’t look so bad?”
“Actually, honey, we’ll leave most of that in. Some guys really get off with massive tits. I’ve had a whole lot of fun with girls that size; I mean, she could give you a tit fuck you’d never forget.”
I tried to process that idea, but couldn’t. Not that I’m at all against tit fucking; I’ve had some great experiences in my time; but my guess was in this case, it would be like rubbing your dick between a couple of gel-filled balloons. Nope.
“Yeah, with those, she could probably also smother me and two other guys at the same time. Thank you, but I’ll pass. Now, sweetheart, would you like a refill, or shall I get back under the sheets? I’ve fed the dogs and let them out; it’s Sunday, so we don’t have to be getting dressed any time soon?”
We compromised. While she was quickly freshening up in the bathroom, I brought us a refill of coffee. Then I brushed my teeth again and quickly ran the shaver over my chin. It’s kinda disrespectful to inflict either morning breath or stubble rash upon your hostess.
Who wants a synthetic tit fuck when there are puffy nipples to feast on? And did I mention what happens to Mel when they get chewed? Damn, she nearly went full Atlanta Starr on me! Think that old movie, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. She was so NOT the demure Girl Next Door type just then.
After we’d dozed a little, showered and breakfasted, in other words, almost two hours later; while Mel called Judy to apologize again for her professional lapse, I took the dogs out in the yard to play ball.
Just a gentle underhand throw of the ball so they could catch it and bring it back. I’ve just about gotten Max trained to drop it in my hand; the girls are a little more erratic; Tara will often take it under a chair and try to kill it. Which is why we have several dog balls on the go.
My girlfriend was grinning happily when she came out to join us in the back yard. “You were right, honey. Judy says no problem, I’m totally forgiven, just so long as I persuade you to let us help her out in that scene!”
I had to laugh, “No, babe, you’re gonna have to get back in her good graces some other way. I just can’t do that.”
The quizzical look she gave me suggested that I hadn’t yet had the final word on the subject. She told me later that she’d just assumed that I didn’t believe that she could hide my identity, which only reinforced her determination to prove herself right. My girlfriend, she can be quite competitive. Doesn’t accept failure; another thing I love about her.
The rest of Sunday was spent relaxing, with a little light yard work thrown in. Lunch took a couple of hours; sitting drinking, chatting, putting the world to rights, some cuddling and making out. The dogs were just delighted to have the two of us back with them.
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