This story is dedicated to the one and only my babe.
Many thanks to my editor Lorena Levine.

Little by little, light peeked into my eyes as I opened them to the afternoon sun. I was still tired and sore as my arms slowly moved a bit at my side. I finally noticed the room, taking a few seconds for my hazy mind to realize that I didn’t know where I was. I slowly took in the room, starting with the bed I was lying in. My first thought of the bed was that it was very soft and plush.

What really caught my attention was the fact I was between sheets, which was strange, as I never sleep under one. I also seemed to be swimming in a sea of brown, which is a warm color, but not one usually seen. The comforter had a rivet-like pattern, and felt amazingly yielding to the touch. The pillow under my head was average in size and had the same design and texture as the comforter.

The light was coming from the slightly open white blinds of the window to my right making the off brown color of the comforter almost white where it touched. As my gaze traveled down the wall, it touched a beautiful, bright white border, coming to rest on a brown that matched the bed very well. A brown square decorative pillow lay on the floor near my side of the bed. Above my head I noticed a few simple

knickknacks bringing back memories of the night before; I was amazed that our activities of rocking the bed back and forth, lost in our passionate lovemaking, had not knocked them down onto us or the bed.

More thoughts of the night drifted into my mind of her, lying together afterwards staring into her eyes, which didn’t open very far as the evening progressed. I liked the way her eyes would widen when I made her laugh or teased her, but as we looked at one another in the soft candlelight, her eyes never seemed to open more than halfway. I remembered her glorious mounds and my gentle teasing that they were bigger then my head which elicited many laughs and outright protests that there were not! They were perfectly round as she lay on her back, coming up in a peak where her tweaked nipples stuck out. It amazed me how much more sensitive her left breast was compared to her right, when I had taken them in my gentle mouth and hands to play with them.

However, I didn’t have to imagine her any longer as she entered the room from the bathroom. She walked to her dresser at the foot of the bed in a dark purple towel. That towel was hiding some of the most beautiful sights in the world. She did not find what she wanted in the top drawer, and as she bent over, her backside stuck into the air and I got a glimpse up the towel, her soft white butt cheeks very round and firm, but that was not what drew my attention. What did was the sinuous slit of her pussy, the best I had ever seen, a straight line never broken by the lips. If I had thought of what my ideal pussy would look like, it was hers. I’d never liked a girl whose lips twisted out, breaking the line of the pussy, or lips that were so big that they puffed out. No, that was not hers, her pussy was shaved every day, and it was soft to the touch and had the look of what I would call a little-girl pussy. I was enthralled with her pussy and had not been able to get enough of it the night before.

I made a noise deep in my throat, unconsciously getting worked up so easily at the show she was giving. I think she jumped a bit then she turned around and gave me one of those smiles I loved so much. “Finally awake?” she asked, as she walked around the bed. She leaned down and gave me a kiss, pressing her tongue into my mouth, as I reached up and grabbed the back of her head to pull her to me.