Gradually I bee aware of an annoying, invasive and ever rising light pierg my cozy darkness. No matter how I squinted or turned my head the pale glow would not go away.

  “Rrrm.” I grumble and turn my side, curling into a ball as I pull the bs over my head.

  Hold on. Where was I? What was happening? Something wasn’t right.

  I was in bed. Alone. And the st thing I could remember was…being held iher’s arms with her nipple in my mouth.

  I y back ft and poke up out of the covers. Opening my eyes I discover that it was m! What the hell? When did that happen? One moment I was there and the I was here.

  As I y there staring up at the ceiling I am struck with how empty and lohis room felt pared to what seemed like just a minute ago. The sheets felt soft against my naked flesh yet not nearly like they felt while riding the honey’s high. I felt no adverse aftereffect except for a sense of loss at missing those heightened senses. As I stare into nothing the events from the night before py out through my memory. The microwave, the pany, the dinner, and then…the ‘reward’.

  To say that was a night unlike any other didn’t even e close to expressing how different that had been. The way Heather spoke to me. The way she touched me. The way she held me and soothed me and caressed me. The gentle way she brought me tasm and the way she cradled me afterward in just the right way at just the right time. The way she made my inside feel as good as the outside. The way she made me feel cared for and appreciated and desired. Even before the ho had been incredible but add the effects of her ar on top of it and…it defied description. It was easily, EASILY, the best night I’d ever spent with a woman. And we hadn’t even had sex!

  Despite all of that I also felt deeply troubled by what had happened. I’d humiliated myself by cumming like a two-pump chump, twice, and I had debased myself by ag like a fug infant. That was no normal titty suck I gave her st night and I k even as it was happening. I’d been nursing oeat. Like a babe I’d allowed myself to be nursed right to sleep. What kind of mahat? I khat she cared for me a how could she ever look at me as anything else but a child after st night?

  Only after my thoughts are lost in all of that do recall the extraordinary fact that…Heather had a massive fug cock! What the hell was that about? Was it real? Did that really happen? Did I actually see and feel what I thought I did? My recolles of st night did have a soft and fuzzy film over them. Had I dreamed it all? It didn’t seem like a dream a didn’t seem quite real either. I never did see her member outside her panties, had she been messing with me? For the life of me I couldn’t figure why she would. The strahing about it though was that it didn’t eveo matter. She was su incredible person. The fact that she had a penis, massive as it was, was way down the list of things that fasated me about her. Though it did get my curious imagination wandering in iing new dires.

  A quiet creak from the door draws my attention that way where I see Heather peeking through the crack. When she sees that I am awake the door swings wide and she ehe room.

  “Good m, handsome!” She says in a bright, warm way that made me want to hear it every m for the rest of my life. She was already dressed and done up for the day in a very fetg white blouse and paisley skirt bination. Sitting at my side she is positively beaming as she reaches to gently tease my bangs from my forehead. “Somebody’s a sleepy guy. I let you sleep as long as I could.”

  I clear my throat and whisper. “What time is it?”

  “6 o’clock.”

  “6! Oh shit. I’m supposed to be there at 6:30!”

  “It’s okay.” She pats my chest. “It’s nearby. You’ll make it okay.”

  Gazing up at her radiant smile takes my god damh away. “Heather…about st night…”

  Her smile beams even brighter. With a pyful finger she traces my jaw and taps my . “Yes, my handsome honey boy?”

  “Um…I just, um…”

  “It’s okay.” She says. “You don’t have to say anything. It was wonderful. It was magical. We’ll always share that special memory.”

  “I don’t want it to be a memory.” I say. “I mean…just a memory.”

  “I know.” She says with a stroke of my cheek. “You want more honey. It’s normal. But as I said…”

  “No.” I say, trying and failing to find the right words to say. “The honey was amazing but…I don’t care about that. Not really.”

  “What are y say, baby?”

  “Um…um… You don’t have to treat me like a baby, okay?”

  “Who says that I did?” Her ughter makes my heart happy. “You mean the booby suck?”

  “I’m a maher.”

  “So me allowed to enjoy a little suckle from time to time? I don’t remember seeing that w.” Her soft hand strokes down my ned shoulder. “Didn’t you like it?”

  “I did like it. I loved it.” I sigh with growing frustration at her not uanding.

  She shatters my frustration with a light hearted quip. “I wish you coulda been sug on something else too.” She rubs her tits. “You got quite a mouth on you, Elliot.”

  “Pfff!” I ugh at the ued joke. “Heather!”

  She ughs and pats my chest again. “e on, sexy man. Up and at ’em.”

  “Wait.” I say, grabbing her hand and holding to my chest. “Wait.”

  Patiently she waits. God she was beautiful!

  “Um…” Again, the fug words wouldn’t e. Even I didn’t know what I was trying to say right now. With nothing presenting itself I just blurt out the first thing to e to mind. “I don’t usually cum that fast.”

  “Elliot! Are you still going on about that? I thought it was fun. I thought it was cute.” She winks with a smirk. “It is verrry fttering to know that I have that effe you. He he he.”

  “Heather. Listen.” I sigh. “I just…I want you to know that’s not how I usually am. I’m a man. I know that I’m not a great lover but…”

  “Who says you’re not? Hm? Is that pity I’m hearing?”

  “No, Ma’am.”

  “You know my rule about pity.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  “Elliot, I thought you were incredible st night.” Her hand rubs bad forth ay pecs. “I came away a very satisfied woman. Okay?”

  “Okay.” I whisper.

  “Elliot. St to live up to whatever this is that you’re trying to live up to.” She says. “If I’m dissatisfied about something you will hear about.” She chuckles. “Oh, you’ll hear about it.” Leaning in she gives my cheek a little kiss. “I’m ly shy ya know.”

  “Yeah.” I smile. “I know.

  “Now e on zy bones!” She gives me a shake. “Yone for your first day!” Before she gets up she stops me with a firm point of her finger. “M routine?”

  “Shower, shave, teeth, clothes.” I say. “Then smile and say something nice about myself.”

  “Good man.”

  “You mind if I go piss in there at some point?”

  She ughs. “I suppose we make allowances.”

  The en minutes is a blur as I dash out of bed and hurriedly gh my new m ritual. For my affirmation I look myself in the mirror and say. “She likes me. I am likable. I’m…a good man.”

  Out i I find that she had made me a toasted egg and tomato sandwich half ed in part paper for easy grab and go. It stops me in my tracks. “You…made that for me?”

  “And I’ll swing by ter t your lunch.”

  “Lunch?”

  “Unless I’d embarrass you around the guys.” She says. “I remember how funny Liam used to get about that. You just tell them I’m your doting old nddy or whatever.”

  “No. I wouldn’t be embarrassed. That would be…wonderful.” I stare at her. “I, um, I don’t know what to…I don’t know how to…I don’t…um…” Again I give up trying to summon the words that were all jumbled up inside and simply say. “Thank you.”

  “You are wele.” Taking the sandwich she thrusts it into my hand then grabs my shoulder to turoward the front door. “Work hard and make me proud. I’ll see you after work.” She gives my bottom a hard swat. “Now go!”