“No, just this, just this right here.” She said quietly. “Just hold me all night.” She added. In no time she was sound asleep.
I sat and reflected on what had just happened and what it could mean. On the one hand, I was without a doubt in love with this young lady. But I also want what’s best for her. And the two may be incompatible.
That morning I woke and Lindsey hadn’t budged. I slipped out from under her and got dressed. I made coffee.
When it was ready I got a cup and went back up stairs. I just sat in the corner chair and watched her sleep.
That bright red hair, beautiful white skin. I wished I could capture that image forever. She looked cold, so I went over and pulled the blanket over her and gave her a little kiss on the ass cheek as I did.
I went out on my deck to watch the sun rise. I was out there for about half an hour when Lindsey came out just wearing my robe. It looked giant on her tiny frame. She crawled up into my lap and gave me a fantastic good morning kiss.
She had already put on makeup and did her hair and brushed her teeth. Apparently she had loaded her purse anticipating staying the night.
Little things like that made me feel less like I was just taking advantage. And reassuring that she had intended this to go this far.
As we sat on the deck Lindsey opened up about the fight she had with her parents.
Her parents were pressuring her to go to Harvard. But she had her heart set on Stanford. Even before she met me, Stanford was where she wanted to be. She wanted to go into more of the tech sector rather than law or finance like her parents. And she never applied to MIT because, well they came from Minnesota and she was sick of the snow! That’s another reason she wanted to stay in California. “Not only that, from the beginning my parents told me that when the time came, it would be my decision!” She added.
That put my mind at ease. She wasn’t basing decisions about her future on me. She already had her mind made up without my influence.
We made out watching the sun rise. It was getting a little heated, but she stopped it. “I’m sorry, I’m still very sore! That thing is a lot to take for the first time!” She chuckled.
She offered me another blow job, but I countered with breakfast.
I suggested that when we do this again, she bring a change of clothes. “I would have, but once I made my mind up I just threw some stuff in my purse and ran out the door!” She said. “Well, what if I had turned you away?” I joked! “Like you could refuse this!” She leaned grabbed my rod through my pants and kissed me!
After breakfast. Lindsey went home to change for her violin lessons. Her parents never asked about where she was.