I slowly woke up again, the sun shining on my face. It was 9am on a nice Sunday morning and a delicious smell was coming from the kitchen. I got up, only wearing a black shirt, my pants still on the floor where I left them, or rather, she did. I took a quick glance in the mirror—I looked really fucked. My hair is always a mess when I get up. I decided to get up, put on my boxers and go into the kitchen to see what that smell was about.
"Morning, sleepy head. I hope you slept well," Rachel said to me with a cute smile on her face. "I woke up an hour ago so I decided to get dressed and make breakfast for us. Hope you like bacon and eggs."
She had no idea. This was my favourite breakfast. I always ate this in the morning before my workout. I sat at the small table and just watched her. Rachel was wearing a pair of boxers and a hoodie. It's true; you really notice just how pretty a girl is when she's not trying.
"Aren't those my boxers?" I wondered.
"Yes, they are. Is that a problem?"
"No, it's cool, I just wondered. I don't have to wear your panties now, do I?"
"Who knows, maybe you will." She giggled as she saw me getting red.
We were both sat at the table, eating breakfast, when I decided to break the akward silence.
"So... about last night..."
"It was weird, wasn't it? It all happened so quickly; I had no time to think about it."
"Do you regret it?"
"No, absolutely not. Do you?"
"I wish I could say for certain. I never considered myself gay or ever wanting a cock. But... I dunno, it just felt right. You are a beautiful girl; you know that, right?"
"On the outside I am. But with this down here, I will never be a real girl. Please, listen well as I have never told another guy about this before. From the moment I learned about what makes us women, I knew I was different. My first time with a guy was when I was fifteen years old. We were in the boys' room in our school gym. He was the captain of the football team and I was the head cheerleader. We were about to get it on, when I took my pants off and he freaked out. He slapped me, threw me out and told everyone. I was thrown out of the team and bullied by everyone. So I had no other choice but to leave the school and move." Rachel tried her best to hold back her tears, so I went to hug her, taking her into my arms.
"It's okay, sweetie. You are a real girl to me. I promise whatever happened last night was more than just a blow job. It was special. By the way, you know how to suck."
I can't believe I actually said that. I guess I tried to lighten the mood somehow. So we got up, cleaned the dishes and I got changed for my daily workout. I try to stay in shape as much as possible. At the door, Rachel stopped me.
"Are you going out?"
"Yep. I'll be outside walking. If you want to, you can join me."
"Sure, let me just change quickly."
I decided to wait downstairs for her and use the time to warm up. She came down wearing black shorts and a red top. Her hair was done in a ponytail and she put on her make up only lightly. We went on for a while, then decided to rest. I could have gone on a little longer but I decided to take it slow for her. I just stood around, taking in the scenery. Around us were a lot of trees and the sun was shining bright. There couldn't have been a better day for a walk.
"You look really good, Brian. I don't think I ever told you that," she said while looking over to me.
"You kinda did last night, sunshine. So, ever since meeting that jerk, did you date any other guy?"
"Not until last night. I've been scared of making contact with another guy ever since."
"Wow. I'm honoured." I sat down beside her. "I will never hurt you, Rachel. I promise. You are something special and I will protect you. Nobody will ever treat you wrong again."
We didn't walk as far as I wanted to but I couldn't concentrate any more so we decided to go back again and take a shower—separate showers. I went in first so I was sitting on the couch thinking about her while she was under the shower. I got really turned on thinking about her. Her big, perky breasts and her round, bubble butt were all I could think about. She came out only with a towel wrapped around her. "This doesn't help at all," I thought to myself.
"You never told me about your ex-girlfriends."
"I don't like to brag but, then again, there isn't much to say. I broke up with my ex three months ago when I found out she cheated one me."
"So, three months, huh? Had any partners since?"
"Nope. I was fed up with dating so I just wanted to party with my best friends, ya know? Just guy time for a while."
"You must be really horny then?" A sinister grin formed on her face and I was sure she glanced over at the bulge in my pants. Rachel leaned over, whispering into my ear, "You stay right here, big boy."
She left and went into her room. I was very confused and heard her door lock. Around twenty minutes must have passed until I heard her door open again. What then happened nobody could have prepared me for. She was standing in the doorway wearing black, nylon stockings, a garter belt and a black and purple lace thong with a matching negligee.
My cock ached for release but I didn't know what to do. She stepped over, giving me an amazing lap dance, grinding against my cock, rubbing her hands over my chest and wasting no time taking my shirt off. We were making out wildly, french kissing, twirling my tongue in her mouth. She stepped back with her back to me and took off the negligee. As she turned around, her big tits jiggled up and down and I stared at her hard, pink nipples. I wanted to suck on them but decided to just let her go on with her show.
She now unbuttoned my jeans, taking my rock-hard cock out. What a sight, having this stunning girl in her sexy clothes kneel in front of me with my cock in her hands. I certainly missed that. She proceeded to lick the tip of my cock, twisting her tongue around it while cupping my balls in her hand. I closed my eyes, leaned back and started to moan. I was truly in heaven. As I opened my eyes again Rachel was bobbing her head up and down my shaft sucking my cock like a pro. Even though she said she never had a real boyfriend before she knew how to please a man.
As she sucked on my cock she kept going down deeper and deeper, actually ending up deep-throating me. Nobody had ever done this to me and it certainly sent me over the edge. I came, shooting stream after stream of sticky cum down her throat, and she swallowed all of it. She sat down next to me, playing with my soft cock.
"Wow, babe; this was amazing. You know how to get me going."
"What can I say? I just had to. You made me feel like a woman again after all these years and I wanted to thank you for that."
I put my hand inside her panties, playing with her cock. This actually wasn't what I cared for though. Instead, I played around with her ass. I noticed it was really tight and she bit her bottom lip, letting out quiet moans.
"Did anybody ever get this?"
"No, I'm still a virgin. Guys don't like to do anal; they think it's gross. That and I've never had anybody I would trust this much."
I picked up her negligee from the ground and gave it back to her. I was really intrigued by the thought of fucking her ass. I had to think about it though, so I decided to go to bed
"Put that back on; you look amazing in it. I think I'm going to bed now. If you want, I'd love you to stay with me for the night"
With this, she got dressed and jumped in my bed, falling asleep in my arms just like the night before.
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