Breakfasts with Tiffany

He walked out of the room. Tiffany fumed in his bed. Dammit, she was an animal in heat! She listened to him urinating in the next room, and somehow that calmed her down. He hadn't been lying about having to go. He wasn't toying with her or trying to be mean. She got up from the bed and paced back and forth. She then spied the small pile on his dresser. Keys, cell phone, wallet...and two hundred dollars in cash?

Had he gotten laid before he came home—and been paid for it? It would have seemed a completely ludicrous idea if it was anyone else, but with Gilbert it was just possible. She was standing in front of his dresser holding the two crumpled bills when he came back into the room. She turned to him, wide-eyed.

"Did someone...pay you to have sex with them?" her voice was tinged with hurt disbelief as she asked.

Gilbert looked at her and chuckled softly as he took her in his arms. "No," he whispered in her ear, "I haven't had sex with anyone in the last two weeks until this morning. My manager gave me that money for giving some really drunk patrons a ride home before I came back here."

That answer shook Tiffany. She hadn't really thought about it, but they had already had sex. She hadn't been filled with his cock the way she wanted, but his tongue had certainly had its way with her.

She had already cheated on Kevin.

Her face was troubled as she slid from Gilbert's arms and sat on the bed. He sat next to her and rubbed her back, letting her think without saying anything. Finally, in a very soft voice, she spoke.

"I don't know what I'm doing with Kevin anymore." She turned and looked into Gilbert's eyes. "I might even have broken up with him this week, but then I wouldn't have gotten to see you."

Gilbert let that sink in, and turned it around in his mind a bit before he spoke. "If you and I hadn't been spending these past weekends together, would you feel the same way? Would you have been so eager to break up with Kevin after one rough week?"

"No, I guess not," she replied. She didn't have to give that much thought.

"How long have the two of you been together?" Gilbert asked.

"Almost a year," she responded, "We started dating right after the Thanksgiving break last year."

He nodded, "I presume you guys are in an exclusive relationship, right? Kevin would not be alright with walking in and finding us naked together."

Tiffany nodded glumly. "Yeah."

"Look, Tiffany, I really like you. I think you are sexy as hell. But, we barely know each other." She looked a bit hurt at that, but his compassionate expression told her he wasn't finished. "If you weren't dating Kevin, if we had met at school or somewhere, I would be eager to get you naked in my bed."

He smiled softly as he realized that she was already naked and in his bed. She saw his eyes take in her breasts and smiled back.

"You know what I mean," he said, "we wouldn't be sitting here talking right now."

Tiffany shivered at the thought. Why couldn't she have met Gilbert first? However, he still wasn't finished.

"Here's the thing, though. If we had hooked up and I brought you back to my apartment, we would never have gotten to the point of having these weekends together. I haven't been seeing anyone seriously since I started school here. You're beautiful and sexy and smart, but I would have probably only had you over once."

He mulled that over for a bit, realizing it made him sound really shallow. And like a horny jerk. He frowned and shook his head, "That didn't come out right at all. I think what I meant to say was, if you hadn't been Kevin's girlfriend, we would not have had the chance to be 'just friends' for the time we've hung out. Does that make sense?"

For once, Tiffany really felt like he was the one who was uncomfortable. She couldn't help but savor it. She grinned as she said "Nope. That makes no sense at all."

Gilbert took a moment to figure out she was messing with him. He had already opened his mouth when he saw her grin and realized she had 'got' him.

"I'll tell you what," she went on, "You can think about it while you fix me some breakfast."

"Yes ma'am," Gilbert breathed, leaning in to kiss her before heading to the kitchen.

Tiffany flopped back onto the bed. She was still just impossibly turned on, but somehow she felt more in control than ever after that last exchange. For once, she felt like she was his equal and not the naïve, self-conscious one in their relationship.

Gilbert had time to really think deeply about what he should say while he scrambled the eggs, mixed pancake batter, and then cooked breakfast. If he truly explained everything, it meant opening up to Tiffany about a lot of personal, emotional baggage. He wasn't sure he wanted to do that—wasn't sure he even owed it to her.

He could just give her what she obviously wanted. They could have some amazing sex. He looked at her naked body and it took no imagination at all to picture how sweet it would be to take her. If they were careful about it, they might never get caught. He sighed at that. His sense of honor wouldn't allow for it. He would have to open up and share, after breakfast.

Tiffany could tell that he was edgy as he mechanically consumed his breakfast. The food was good, as always, but neither of them really enjoyed eating. They were both far too tense. She was a little afraid of what he might say after they had cleaned up the dishes.

They sat across from each other at the dining room table. Gilbert looked grim as he started to speak.

"I told you that my parents were nudists, and that they were hippies, right? Well, they also had an 'open marriage.' They were just fine with having people over and having sex with them. Since they were always that way, I didn't think too much of it. The real downside for me of growing up in a nudist household like that was that I had zero fashion sense. It wasn't until junior high that I realized I was dressed like a total dork.

"In the grand scheme of things, it wasn't that big a deal. I got picked on by other kids, but I was so laid back it just didn't bother me that much. Later on, when I got interested in girls, it was a bigger deal. By then, though, I was figuring out what to wear to school to fit in. My mom was fine with me picking out my own clothes. I started dating in high school like all the other kids. I just didn't bring any girls home. I couldn't really figure out how to explain to 'normal' girls that we were naked all the time at our house.

"Finally, I was dating this girl, Lindsay. I had asked her to the senior prom, and she said 'yes.' My mom was really excited for me. She talked with Lindsay's mom on the phone, and rented a tuxedo for me that would go with Lindsay's prom dress. Lindsay's mom dropped her off at our house just after noon the day of prom. I had finally managed to tell Lindsay that my parents were nudists, and she seemed all right with it. She came in and she just looked amazing in that dress. She looked like a princess from a movie. My dad had her sit next to him on the couch while my mom took me back to my room to help me put on my tuxedo.

"It seemed to take a really long time for me to get ready. My mom kept cooing about how handsome I looked. She kept nit-picking the outfit, the tie, the little flower thingy. After a good half hour, we finally went back into the living room...

"And there, right on the couch, my dad was fucking the shit out of Lindsay. Her breasts were out of her top, bouncing around like crazy, and the bottom half of the dress was sitting crumpled on the floor. She was groaning out loud, bouncing up and down on his lap.

"As you can imagine, I was shocked. I had only seen Lindsay's breasts once before that. Oh, wait, it gets worse. I walked around the couch, and not only is my dad fucking her, he's fucking her in the ass. His cum is already drooling out of her pussy. He was gripping her hips and just pounding his dick up into her. All I could do was watch helplessly while my dad just helped himself to my eighteen-year-old girlfriend.

"He started grunting and I realized he was putting another load of cum up my girlfriend's perfect little ass. She was moaning and shaking the whole time. My mom was standing naked next to me and she said some shit like, 'Oh, that is so beautiful.' Then my dad said, 'You sure brought home a winner, this girl is amazing!'" Gilbert just shook his head at the memory. Tiffany could scarcely breathe. She was unbelievably aroused as she pictured that scene.

"I was so pissed off at my parents after that," Gilbert went on. "I had always thought there were limits, but that day I realized they were like wild animals. They let their lust control them, and didn't care who they hurt. That was hands-down the worst day of my life, and I wouldn't wish that day on anyone. I joined the Marines so I could learn to discipline my self. I wanted to have that sense of honor that my parents didn't."

He looked into Tiffany's eyes, "That's why, even though I think it would be amazing to have sex with you, I just can't. I have loved these weekends we have shared. I enjoy being with you, flirting with you, imagining what it would be like if we were lovers. But-"

Tiffany stood up and rushed to him, cutting him off. She slid into his lap facing him and kissed him passionately. When she finally let him breathe, her voice was as intense as the look in her eyes, "You are not your dad, Gilbert. You have been a sexy gentleman to me the entire time I've known you. What I do find infuriating is that you clearly have no problem fucking other women who have boyfriends. So, I understand why you don't think this is a good idea, but you're not being fair to me."

Her pussy was drenched as it slid up the shaft of his cock. Gilbert's eyes shot open when he realized that his story had turned her on. As his cock was engulfed by her eager pussy, all he could think was, "Dad would just love this girl."

Tiffany moaned as he took her hard nipple into his hot mouth. She bucked up and down as his hard cock filled her, even better than she had imagined. She was spread open wide to accommodate his girth. It took longer for her to work her way down his welcome invader than it did for her to reach a toe-curling orgasm once it was sheathed inside her.

Gilbert was deeply torn. He had a certain amount of self-loathing; he had let this get out of hand when he felt he should have stopped her. At the same time, Tiffany's sweet little pussy was everything he had dreamed. She was eagerly squeezing him, so tight around his shaft. When she finished her first climax, he slid his hands around her and seized her soft buttocks. He stood up carefully, and she wrapped her legs around him. As he walked them to the bedroom, his cock moved around delightfully inside of her.

Tiffany was consumed with pleasure as this strong man took her in his bed. She looked up at him and shook as he opened her thighs wide. He was deliberate as he entered her, taking his time to slowly work his iron shaft into her snug interior. He used long, slow strokes to fuck her. She had felt like his equal less than an hour ago, but now he was clearly the one in charge. He was masterful in pleasuring her body. His big dick just owned her pussy, and she loved it. His mouth took her breasts, her neck, her earlobes and her own gasping mouth.

His hands gently turned her over after she had lost track of her orgasms. He pulled her hips up from the bed and his mouth devoured her drenched pussy from behind. She came again, powerfully, as his tongue drove inside her spasming channel and lapped up her juices.

Tiffany gasped out loud and looked over her shoulder as she felt that tongue licking around her tender little butthole. Surely, he wasn't planning to lick her there, she thought.

Of course, he was. Not only that, but his snake-like tongue was soon invading her ass. She could not believe how much intense, perverse pleasure her tender bottom was experiencing. Thousands of nerve endings in and around her virgin rosebud were being thoroughly stimulated like never before. She gasped loudly when he slid up behind her and started teasing her wet, opened sphincter with the throbbing tip of his cock. He leaned over her back and whispered hotly into her ear, "Not yet, Tiffany, but you know it won't be long."

She could only quiver again at that thought. Three weeks ago, she would have been terrified at the prospect. That big, fat dick opening her asshole? There was no way she would have believed how much she desired it now.

His strong hands seized her hips and then he was plundering her eager pussy again. He was still maddeningly in control, holding back from just pounding her. Her juices were flowing down her thighs continuously, soaking the bed linens beneath her knees. His clean-shaven balls were smacking audibly against her sensitive clit when it wasn't being stroked by the wide, invading shaft. She had never imagined it could be like this.

He teased her winking asshole again, this time with a saliva-coated thumb. She felt his cock get even harder inside her as his thumb began to slowly work its way inside her clutching backside. "He's watching everything," she realized, "He can see his cock spreading my pussy wide open. He is getting turned on looking at his thumb fucking my ass!"

She had already climaxed so intensely, so many times that she couldn't keep track of which was the most powerful. When he groaned "I'm going to cum, Tiffany," and she felt him swelling inside her stretched little pussy, it had to rank right up there. She could distinctly feel each rope of his semen as it shot out of him and splattered the depths of her. Her cervix was drowning in his cum. He held still inside of her, panting into her ear as he lay across her back. The two of them slowly collapsed forward onto the bed.

Their combined juices began to flow out of her, around his softening shaft. They were christening his bed with their cum.

After lunch, Gilbert got dressed. Tiffany looked at him curiously. "I have got to do laundry," Gilbert explained. "There's no sense in you going with me, just relax here. I'll be back in a couple hours." He stripped the cum-soaked sheets from his bed and tossed them into his full hamper. He gave her a deep, probing kiss before he headed out the door.

While he was gone, Tiffany showered. She was amazed at the volume of cum that drained out of her well-used pussy. Her teasing, soapy touch at her asshole made her legs so weak that she nearly collapsed in the shower. She couldn't help but picture Gilbert's young girlfriend, having her ass filled with a thrusting hard cock. Tiffany couldn't wait to be that girl—Gilbert's eager little butt-slut.

Gilbert really had needed to do laundry. He had been far too busy the past week to take care of it. Additionally, though, the laundromat that he frequented was just a few doors down from an adult video store. He had investigated the place, briefly, several months earlier while his laundry was in the washers. He knew that they carried a variety of adult toys. As soon as his clothes were in two washers, he sauntered down to the seedy porn shop.

Behind the counter was an attractive middle-aged woman. She looked him over with more than passing interest when he walked up to the counter and smiled at her. Most guys who came in looked like some sort of cliché of the sneaking pervert. They avoided eye contact and sort of skulked around the store.

Gilbert walked right up and put out his hand, taking hers in a comfortable squeeze when she offered it. "Hi there," he said, "I hope you can help me with something."

Crystal, the woman behind the counter, also hoped she could help him with something. When he mentioned "Pro Anal Lube," she felt her sphincter pucker up delightfully. She could picture this virile young man pounding her eager ass. She had to think about it for a while, but she did remember the product.

"We used to carry a bit of the stuff," Crystal explained, "I'm pretty sure it was a silicon-based lubricant we carried for anal sex." She turned and pulled a series of black bottles from behind her, setting them on the counter. "This is the 'next generation' of that type of lube."

Gilbert looked them over. There was a numbing version, a warming version, and one specifically for anal. He picked up the last one. "I will buy this, um..."

"I'm Crystal," she said.

"Crystal. I'll go ahead and pay for this, but I would like to open it before I go. If it's not the same at all, I'll be looking to get something else instead. Is that alright?"

In her head, Crystal was cursing the luck she was having. Normally, on a Saturday afternoon, the place was dead. Today, there were six other customers in the store, counting the three back in the video booths. Otherwise, she would have closed the store to let him get the full demonstration. She would love for him to use the slippery lube on her cock-hungry ass right then and there. Despite his short haircut, she was fairly sure he was straight. Many of her customers who came in looking for anal lube weren't.

Gilbert could plainly read the lust all over Crystal's face as she nodded. "That will be fine," she said, "We have a satisfaction guarantee on everything in the store."

There was, of course, a tamper seal. He removed that plastic seal and popped open the cap. The gel was incredibly slippery on his fingers. His eyes lit up as he rubbed the lubricant between his thumb and two fingers. He looked up at Crystal, who offered him a tissue to wipe off the slippery stuff.

"Thank you so much, Crystal. This is exactly what I was looking for." She started to look a little desperate as she rang up his purchase. Gilbert leaned forward and softly said, "Crystal, I use this laundromat every other week. I'm kind of with someone right now, but would you mind if I visit you again next time I do laundry?"

"That would be great!" she replied. Her eyes gleamed as she smiled at the attractive younger man. She watched his fit backside as he walked out the door. It took a few minutes for her to curse herself silently again. Damn it, she should have gotten his phone number!

Gilbert took the bag with his newly acquired lubricant to his car. He stashed it in the glove box, and then snagged his Calculus text book from the back seat. He sat and gave himself a headache with the complicated mathematics while his clothes were washed and dried. He had picked that course for a reason, though. It did take his mind off of Tiffany until he was returning to the apartment with his clean clothes; he wasn't sitting in the laundromat with a raging boner while he waited on his laundry.

Back at the apartment, Gilbert smiled at Tiffany as he sauntered past with his hamper full of clean clothes. In his room, he pulled the generic-looking bag from atop the clean clothes and set it on his dresser. Tiffany came in and helped him make the bed, and then she lay on the bed and watched him as he folded his clothes. His motions were like a laundry-folding machine

He was very efficient and folded each piece to a consistent size before putting it away. His 'work clothes' were white tuxedo shirts which he hung in the closet with the suits. As he worked, he hummed and smiled. He looked at the sexy naked woman lying on his bed. When all the clothes were folded and put away, he undressed and turned to face her.

"Hey, there," he said, looking into her eyes. Once again, his voice sent a thrill through her.

"Hi," Tiffany replied softly.

"I got something at the laundromat," he said, pulling the little black bottle from the bag.

Her eyes shot open when she read the label.

"What kind of laundromat carries that?!?"

"Oh, it's a full-service laundromat," he quipped. He grinned to let her know he was joking.

That sexy grin and the black bottle of lubricant in his hand also announced his intentions. He didn't have to say, "I'm done holding out. I'm going to turn you virgin asshole into my favorite plaything." She knew it was about to happen.