The smell of pancakes wafting through the air woke me up the next morning. I stretched and opened my eyes.
It took me a minute to remember where I was. Once I did, I began smiling at the thought of the night before. I wished that I had been able to stay in bed with Michelle. She was so beautiful, all of her… inside and out!
She had such a sweetness about her that I wanted to be around her all the time. The way that her smile went all the way to her eyes when she looked at me… this made me want to make her smile every day.
"Send a plate of pancakes to my office, honey," said Darren, a few paces outside the door of the guest room that I was in.
I could tell that it was a room that they hardly used, except possibly for storage. The plastic for the mattress was still covering it. There was a sheet set and comforter folded on the bed.
"I would have made the bed," Hope had said when she led me to the room at the end of the hallway. "I just didn't think that anyone was going to be using this room. If you want, I can make the bed for you."
She moved toward the bed and started to put the fitted sheet on a corner of the mattress. I grabbed her hand and looked in her eyes.
"It's okay," I said, smiling. "I can handle it. I'm a big boy."
She smiled at me gratefully. She had been such a gracious hostess. Darren was very lucky to have found Hope. I felt like Michelle was my shot at having an amazing woman in my life… just like Hope was. But I knew that the chances of us being able to be together were slim; we simply lived too far apart.
I resigned myself to enjoy the fleeting moments that we were having here. I only hoped that I would have another chance to have sex with her. My dick began to rise at the mere thought.
I could still smell her on me. I basked in her intoxicating aroma that covered me. She smelled and tasted unlike any woman that I had ever experienced. I wondered if it had anything to do with her being a virgin. Once again, I began to feel determined to make this somehow last, even though it seemed to go against all realistic odds and I couldn’t think of a way to make sure it happened.
I got up and splashed some water on my face before making my way into the kitchen. There were already people sitting around the table, shoveling heaping spoons full of pancakes, bacon, and eggs into their eager mouths. The clanking of plates and the scraping of forks against plates accented the kitchen.
Hope's mother Eve carried large platters of food from the counter to the tables. She was an older woman and the trays were so big that I thought that she was going to tip over trying to carry them.
"Here, let me help you," I said, walking over to help. Had I not, I was sure the tray of eggs was going to hit the floor.
"Always the gentlemen," said Monica, smiling at me over a glass of mimosa.
"I didn't want to see a perfectly good plate of eggs to hit this beautiful marble floor. It would be such a shame and a waste of food. I'm a growing boy and I need my energy."
There was a smattering of chuckles as a few looked up and acknowledged my attempt at humor. I sat down at the table and began serving myself. The food was delicious, and I had worked up quite an appetite last night with Michelle. I looked around the kitchen for her but saw that she hadn't joined us yet.
"Anyone seen Michelle yet this morning?" asked Monica, eyeing me. "I think someone might be looking for her."
"Who?" asked Harlow, coming up for air from his plate, with a bit of eggs and bacon falling out his mouth onto the table. Once he realized that Monica had been referring to me, he simply said, "Oh," and went back to demolishing the plate of food that sat in front of him.
"Well, she had better wake up soon," said Whitney, putting a spoon of food into her baby's mouth that was balancing on one leg.
The baby made a face as if he didn't like the food and attempted to spit it out. Whitney plugged the baby’s nose and waited, encouraging him to swallow the food. After a few seconds, the toddler decided that it just wasn't worth the fight and swallowed, only to be greeted with yet another spoonful of the green goo that Whitney was feeding him.
"Yeah, we've got to start packing soon so that we can be ready to head back early tomorrow,” Riley, Jensen’s wife, said. “I have clients that have been sending me emails and leaving voicemails that I've been ignoring. I really need to get back home so that I can handle my business."
My heart sank as I thought about the fact that Michelle would be leaving the next day. That meant I only had the day to spend with her.
"Speak of the devil..." said Monica, turning her attention toward the hallway.
Michelle sauntered toward us. It was like she was walking in slow motion. Her kind eyes and sweet smile melted my heart. I knew that I was staring at her, but I didn't care. She was so beautiful, even after just waking up, that I wanted to take in every last moment that I could with her.