I woke up early the morning after my first night with Kathy. She was sleeping soundly with a very content look on her face. Oh how I wanted to go down on her again but she didn’t get many chances to sleep in so I let her be.

I snuck out to grab us tea and breakfast. She was still asleep when I got back. I figured I’d grab a quick shower and wake her before our food got cold. About 2 minutes in I heard her tap on the door. I told her it was open and she came in, giggling about how not sexy it was to pee in front of me and how if she farted she’d die of embarrassment. Things weren’t weird or awkward at all.

I told her I’d picked up some breakfast and tea. She couldn’t function without her morning caffeine and I knew it. I heard the toilet flush then she got quiet and I thought maybe she’d left the bathroom. I pulled the curtain back a bit and saw her sitting on the counter in tears. I had shampoo in my hair but I grabbed a towel and got out. I put my arms around her and asked what was wrong. Again, she was moved to tears because she just wasn’t used to being treated so well. I told her that was the way it SHOULD be. What she had experienced with her bf was NOT the norm.

I told her to go get started on her breakfast before it got cold and that I would be out once I finished washing my hair. Instead, she offered to help me condition my hair and give me one of the fabulous head massages that our favorite hairdresser in the mall salon had taught her to do one slow Monday a few months ago so that Kathy could make a few extra dollars under the table helping out when they were busy.

I washed her hair for her, returning the favor for the head massage she’d given me.