Breakfasts with Tiffany

"I'm still naked in here, but you can come in if you want to," he said.

There was a slight pause, and then the door opened. Tiffany saw that he was indeed naked.

"You really don't care if I see you naked?" she asked softly.

He shrugged. "I'm not trying to parade around naked to make you uncomfortable," he said, "I would be relaxing like this anyway if you weren't here."

He saw her expression. She looked like she was going to offer to leave again. Maybe that would be the best thing, he thought. He was a little surprised at her candor when she finally did speak.

"Look, Gilbert, you have been just awesome. I really want to tell you to go ahead and be comfortable, but I have to tell you, I will probably stare at your dick if you do that."

His cock thickened a bit at the thought of her staring at it. He glanced over at her, and she was staring at it now.

"Maybe that would be okay next weekend," Gilbert said, "I'll throw on some shorts for today."

He did that, foregoing a shirt. Tiffany surprised him again, opting to lounge around in one of Kevin's oversized t-shirts. They had a nice breakfast again, and then found they could both relax and enjoy a steady diet of the show 'How It's Made' on the Science Channel. He realized when he got up from the couch that she was wearing a thong underneath the shirt. He was fairly certain she wasn't wearing a bra. Without that constraint, her breasts were significantly larger under that shirt than he had suspected.

It did give him a little bit of a thrill, seeing her like this, but he refused to dwell on it. Instead, they relaxed together. It was not the same as his naked weekends had been, but it was still nice. Neither of them drank like they had the day before. As the sun set, Tiffany got dressed to go back to her apartment. She gave Gilbert a kiss on the cheek before she left.

"Gilbert, this weekend was absolutely awesome. Thank you so much. I really needed this."

"You know, I really had a good time with you as well. We should do this again," Gilbert's smile was genuine.

Throughout the next week, Gilbert did see Tiffany visiting her boyfriend a couple of times. He was really busy with his classes, homework, and work. By the time he got off work at three o'clock Saturday morning, he was bushed. He got out of the shower and zonked out naked in his bed. The intoxicating smell of coffee and bacon woke him up a few hours later.

Gilbert stumbled out of bed. He had to use the bathroom, but he did peek into the kitchen and called out, "Smells delicious!" before relieving himself. He washed his hands and face, and took a few minutes to shave before walking out of the bathroom. He was about to offer to get dressed again, but he saw that Tiffany was bent slightly at the waist. All she was wearing, evidently, was a t-shirt today.

Gilbert admired her exposed bottom for a minute, then shrugged and walked into the kitchen. "Good morning, Tiffany. How are you today?" he said as he poured a cup of coffee. She jumped a bit when he said it. She hadn't heard him come out of the bathroom, and he was standing right behind her. Tiffany coughed out, "I'm okay," as she surreptitiously looked over his muscular backside.

Gilbert turned and sipped his coffee. He saw that everything was almost ready for them to eat. He set the mug down and got plates and glasses from the cabinet. Tiffany could not help but stare in fascination at Gilbert's cock. Unlike the last time she had seen him, he was hard now. He could feel her stare as they started eating breakfast. He sighed.

"Sorry, Tiffany, it's just my 'morning wood.' It will go away after I eat."

She looked up with a little blush at being caught staring. "It wasn't like that last weekend. Is it usually so big?"

He shrugged. "Last weekend, I was just coming home after getting laid. I had cum three times. This guy," he touched his dick lightly, "was completely worn out by the time you saw me."

"Oh," Tiffany's mind ran through that information. "She had that 'Pro Anal Lube,' then?"

"One of them did. I have to say, it worked really well."

Tiffany regarded him closely through narrowed eyes. He didn't seem to be joking, or messing with her. "So, you had sex with two women last weekend, right before we hung out?"

"Yeah. They were stranded at the club where I work after their boyfriends got themselves kicked out. They needed a ride home, and I offered them a ride," his eyes were alight as he recalled that night, "They were very appreciative."

"Wait, are you saying you just met these two girls, they invited you back to their place, and you...you fucked one of them in her ass?" Tiffany's face was incredulous.

"No, actually I fucked both of them in the ass. It was quite a morning." Gilbert's still-hard dick throbbed at that memory.

Tiffany stared at him. Her mouth was slightly open. She snapped it shut when she realized how she must look. Then she shook her head ruefully and went back to eating breakfast. As he had predicted, Gilbert's dick softened once he had eaten. Tiffany still thought it looked pretty big. It was certainly thicker than any of her boyfriends had been. It was also clearly thicker than her trusty vibrator. She couldn't help but imagine how that would feel inside her.

They finished breakfast and cleaned up afterward together. Tiffany marveled at the easy confidence with which Gilbert carried himself. He was completely naked, but seemed oblivious to his nudity as he washed and dried dishes. He carried on talking to her in a perfectly normal tone of voice. She was at least partially dressed, but she was far more nervous. She couldn't seem to stop staring at his exposed body, even after the dishes were done and they were once again seated in front of the television.

Her constant staring was making Gilbert a bit uncomfortable. By uncomfortable, of course, it meant that he was beginning to get another erection from the attention. Also, he could smell Tiffany's aroused pussy. She was obviously very juicy under that shirt. Gilbert sighed and got up from the couch. He returned with a bath towel wrapped around his waist. He carried a second one, folded in half.

"Sorry, Tiffany, but could you stand up for a second?" he said it softly, and his expression was still calm.

Tiffany stood without comment, although her eyes were questioning. He put the towel in her spot. "Thanks," he said.

He sat back down, and she sat on the towel. It took a couple of minutes for her to puzzle out the reason for the towel. She blushed slightly, but decided not to mention it. They sat and didn't say anything for a while after that.

Eventually, they realized they were watching a rerun of a show that hadn't been that good in the first place. Gilbert offered Tiffany the remote. "This is rubbish," he said. His voice had a low, gravelly texture to it that made her pussy wet just hearing it. "Would you like to find something for us to watch?"

Tiffany made a game effort, but it was tough. She wound up settling for Food Network. It was the least of the evils on at that time. Gilbert's noon alarm went off. Tiffany giggled and said, "Yay! Beer o'clock!"

Gilbert laughed, but it was cut short when Tiffany got up from the couch to fetch their drinks. Her sexy ass and glistening pussy were exposed a couple feet from his face before she stood upright. They both sighed heavily after that first refreshing sip, which caused them to look at each other and share a smile. Tiffany had been a bit hung over the previous Sunday, so she paced herself better this time. Gilbert drank three beers in rapid succession, then switched back to drinking coffee. He was nice and mellow.

He did have to go to the bathroom, though. When he returned, he was wrapping the towel back around his waist. Tiffany bit her lip, but then decided to ask anyway.

"Gilbert, would you mind sitting on top of your towel?" She didn't have to say, "I'd like to see your dick," they both understood it was what she was really asking.

"Um...I don't think it's a good idea." He looked at her. "You are a very attractive woman. When you stare at my dick like that, I can't help but get turned on. It's kind of the opposite of relaxing for me."

"Oh," she said. She was obviously disappointed. "I'm sorry. I guess I like looking at it a little too much." She sipped the last of her second wine cooler until it was gone.

She rose and disposed of her empty, then got a third. When she got back, she was pleased to see that Gilbert had changed his mind. He was sitting on top of the towel. His cock was limp between his muscular thighs.

"I was thinking about it and realized," he said when he caught her gaze, "I've had three beers. I'm not getting hard anytime soon."

He sipped his coffee and turned his attention to the television. Tiffany sat and took a sip of her drink. It really was quite good. "Thanks for this, Gilbert," she said softly to him. He smiled at her, and she leaned her head on his muscular shoulder. It was comfortable for both of them, and became even more relaxing when he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and gently rubbed her upper arm.

They sat like that, watching various foodie shows for a couple of hours. Eventually, though, she did have to use the restroom. Tiffany excused herself with a sigh, sorry to leave the warmth of that embrace. After she had relieved her bladder and washed her hands, she felt a little shiver as she pulled the t-shirt over her head. She looked into the bathroom mirror. Her nipples stood hard with arousal, straining out from her impressive breasts. She reached down between her thighs and moaned when she felt how soaking wet she was.

It was too much, she realized. As much as she wanted to share in the nudist experience, she looked too damned horny in that mirror. She pulled the shirt back over her head and made her way back to the living room. Gilbert was no longer on the couch when she got there. He was starting some dinner in the kitchen. He had thrown on a blue apron as he cooked something that smelled amazing.

Gilbert turned and smiled at her as she approached. "This is the downside to watching Food Network," he said, "I went from pleasantly relaxing to starving during that last show."

Neither of them could recall the name of this dish. One of the contestants on Iron Chef had whipped it up, and Gilbert had done a fair job of replicating it in his kitchen. The conversation was pleasant, the food was delicious, and the company was very attractive. They each had a small scoop of ice cream for dessert, and Gilbert made a fresh pot of coffee.

After dinner, they carefully set the hot mugs on the coffee table and relaxed back into the couch. There was a movie coming on that they both wanted to watch. It wasn't new, just something neither had seen that was coming on to a network for the first time. The downside was that there were commercials. The upside of commercials was that they had opportunities to talk throughout the movie without interrupting it.

Halfway through the movie, Gilbert had to go to the bathroom again. Tiffany got them fresh coffees while he was doing that. Gilbert looked like he was going to ask her something, but the movie started up again. At the next commercial break, Tiffany prompted him.

"You looked like you were going to ask me something during that last commercial break," she said, looking up at him.

Gilbert thought about it for a second. He remembered, but wasn't sure he should ask.

"I don't want to embarrass you," he finally said.

"That's okay," she responded, "I'm a grown woman. If I think it's too embarrassing, I won't answer you. Does that sound fair?"

He grinned, "Alright, last Saturday, when I came back with your wine coolers, I thought I heard porn through the door." She was embarrassed, but nodded. Gilbert continued, "So, was that your plan originally? You were going to come over here to watch some porn in privacy?"

Tiffany sighed. "That was my plan, yes. I brought the DVD and my vibrator in my purse. At my apartment it was so loud I couldn't hear the movie over all of Tanya's relatives. I knew Kev and Jason were out of town, and I thought you worked on weekends."

Gilbert was careful not to picture this gorgeous, half-naked woman in his arm...doing that. Instead he asked, "Did you still want to do that? I could clear out and let you have the room." She shook her head vigorously in response, causing her bra-less breasts to wobble enticingly in her shirt. He grinned, "Maybe after the movie, then?"

She grinned back. "I didn't bring the DVD or the vibrator this time. Plus," she ran her nails up his thigh, "I've got an actual hot naked guy right here. Why should I watch porn?"

Her touch on his naked skin definitely crossed a boundary. Gilbert took a sip from his coffee. "Maybe you can do that next weekend, then," he finally said.

At the next commercial break, it was Tiffany's turn. "Look, Gilbert, I have to know. What you were telling me about last Friday night...that really happened? You had anal sex with two women you just met?"

Gilbert shrugged. "Yeah, but it wasn't just anal; that was the last part with both of them. Why?"

"I was thinking you must really be into that—anal sex, that is. It's something I've never done, so I was curious," she answered honestly. "Kevin has hinted a few times that he'd like to try it, but he's never done it before either. From what I've read, it's something you need to be careful about trying, or it will hurt like hell."

Gilbert nodded as she laid it all out. "That is correct," he said when she stopped. "The preparation part...it's not sexy, but if you don't prepare properly it will hurt. Also, if you actually tear something down there, it can take a really long time to heal."

She looked into his eyes intensely, then down at his mostly-soft cock. "Talking about this doesn't turn you on?" she asked, "I have to tell you, it's gotten me seriously wet."

The movie came back on, sparing Gilbert having to answer. He did have her wet pussy on his mind after she mentioned it. That started getting a rise out of him. Tiffany noticed and was a little distracted by it. Neither of them had the excuse of alcohol anymore; that was out of their systems by the time the movie ended. They sat on the couch when the next movie started. It was already well after midnight, but neither wanted to be the one to end their comfortable and gently arousing embrace.

In the end, it was Tiffany's full bladder that decided the issue. She reluctantly leaned forward and stepped out of Gilbert's warm arm. "Sorry," she mumbled, "but I really have to pee." Gilbert couldn't help himself. As soon as the bathroom door closed behind her, he picked up the towel she had been sitting on. He inhaled the pungent aroma of her aroused pussy from the damp towel.

It was late. He really needed to go to bed before they did something they would regret. He picked up his own towel and headed toward his bedroom. Tiffany emerged from the bathroom and they appraised each other in the hallway.

"I think I should turn in," Gilbert spoke up first. "Thank you for another lovely Saturday."

Tiffany smiled and rose on her tiptoes to give him a hug. Her arms wrapped around his neck. Her shirt rose up, presenting her fuzzy little pubic patch to the base of his erect shaft. Her eyes opened wide when she felt that. Gilbert hugged her briefly, the towels in his hands making it a little awkward. He smiled as he released her and felt her eyes on his cock once again as he turned in to his room.

He flipped on the lights and tossed the towels into his laundry hamper. He would need to wash some clothes tomorrow, he thought. He turned back around and Tiffany was just inside his bedroom door. Her eyes went from his torso, to his bed, then down to his erection before making their way back to his face. She was clearly turned on, her hard nipples pressing impressively against the fabric of her shirt.

Gilbert was torn. Clearly this ripe young vision of sexuality was his for the taking if he wanted her. And he really wanted her. Despite the cliché, though, he really did have a sense of honor. Kevin was an alright kid, and he didn't want to hurt him. Also, if he took Tiffany now, the relaxed flirting and conversations would be gone. Worse still, she might be torn by guilt and regret afterward; she might never come back to visit him.

He walked over and enfolded her in a tight hug. His erection pressed firmly into her belly, so there was no missing his arousal. He growled softly into her ear.

"Tiffany, you really need to go now. I love hanging out with you, sharing breakfast and talking to you. I love the flirting that we have going on." He leaned back and looked into her lust-filled eyes. He sighed, "But I need you to go. If you wound up in my bed with no panties, I would have no choice but to fuck you. That would probably ruin what we have going on here."

It took all of Tiffany's self control to back away. Her knees were weak and shaky. She wanted so badly to kiss him. She wanted to jump right into his bed and let the fucking begin. However, she knew that he was right. Once that started, everything else would most likely end. She would spend her weekends sneaking around to have sex with her boyfriend's roommate.

She lay naked in Kevin's bed torturing herself with her thoughts over the next hour. She had masturbated to try to clear her mind of the lust that was clouding her thinking. Twice. It was still overwhelming. Finally, she got out of the bed and padded naked to Gilbert's bedroom. She laughed softly when she found that he had locked his door. It was, once again, a smart move that hadn't even crossed her mind. Tiffany was surprised to find that she was happy about this as she went back to her boyfriend's room and lay back down.

With the temptation taken away, she was able to think clearly. What she and Gilbert had now was special. Oh, he was still going to fuck her. It would be amazing, and she could hardly wait. In the meantime, though, they were going to have so much fun enjoying the journey there together.

The next morning, it was Tiffany's turn to be awakened by the promise of heaven wafting in from the kitchen. She emerged to see Gilbert once again wearing his blue apron and a smile as he cooked for them. He heard her bare feet on the kitchen tile and turned to smile at her. He had the proverbial deer-in-headlights look as he was finally faced with her fully nude form. The old Seinfeld line ran through his head immediately, "They're real, and they're spectacular!"

"Wow!" was all he managed to get out. He gave her a big grin and went back to tending the omelets. All through breakfast, they couldn't help but check each other out.

They flirted a bit more than they had before, and her nipples and his dick were erect all day long. The feeling of Gilbert's arm over her naked shoulders, rubbing her bare arm, was far more arousing than Tiffany expected. She was sure she was absolutely drenching the towel under her bottom. Gilbert's nostrils flared as he smelled her aroused pussy all morning. He kept licking his lips, imagining how delicious she must taste.

Beer o'clock rolled around again, and they each had a pair of beverages. The cool alcoholic liquid helped calm their fevered arousal. They found a new shared interest in one of those home makeover shows. They also made a game of adding running commentary through the show.

They started laughing uncontrollably after Tiffany had used a deep male voice to make a mocking comment about the classic crown molding of a room, and then the host of the show said almost the exact same thing. Tiffany spilled a bit of her wine cooler at that, and Gilbert hopped up and used his towel to dry the little spot on the couch and her leg. She reflexively spread her legs when he rubbed her thigh with the soft towel.