They call me Dr. Love…(9)

Heather remained perched on me long after my cock had softened and slipped out.

We laid in relative silence. Only our steady breathing and the sound of my hands moving over her skin dared to cut through the quiet.

I stared deep into her eyes, and her into mine.

Every so often, Heather would lean down enough so that I could kiss her.

It was a feeling like I’d never had before. Every other time I’d had sex, I’d take a little break and want to go at it again. This time, I had a smokin’ hot chick naked on top of my own naked body and it never even crossed my mind. She had truly satisfied me. I was totally content just being there with her.

After awhile, Heather rolled off of me and laid next to me. It was getting late. After saying our “I love you”‘s and “Good night”‘s, Heather simply pulled a sheet over us and we both went to sleep.

I slept like a baby.

The next morning, I woke in a panic. At the time, falling asleep with Heather just seemed natural. Now that it was morning, others in the house would be up.

I had enough sense to know there was no hiding it. One look outside at my truck would be enough to tip them off. I had always had a good relationship with Heathers parents. From what I knew, they liked me. I wasn’t sure how they felt about me once Heather told them we broke up. Oh well. I knew I was going to find out.

Unfortunately, I found out sooner than I’d liked.

Heather and I were still naked in bed when the door swung open to Heathers mother.

“Heather, why is Bret’s truck…” she stopped. “Oh. Bret…”

We were caught. I was almost positive Heathers mom knew that her daughter and I had been having sex while we were dating. Mothers just know. Heather was already awake and still laying in bed when I had woken up.

“What, mom?” Heather asked.

“Nothing, dear. I just wondered why Brets truck was outside.” she said.

“Oh. Yeah. Bret stayed the night.” Heather said. She didn’t seem embarassed at all. I wanted to die.

“Oh. Well, hello, dear.” She said.

“How ya doin?” I asked.

“You kids get dressed and come get some breakfast.” she ordered.

“Alright, mom.” Heather answered.

Heathers mom closed the door.

“Oh my God.” I said.

“What?” Heather asked, confused.

“Your mom fucking caught us.” I said.

“Yeah?” Heather answered.

“Yeah!” I said.

“It’s not a big deal, Bret. I’m 18.” Heather said.

I couldn’t believe it.

“I don’t know. I guess it just surprised me.” I said.

Heather laughed. She was much more comfortable with this than I was.

Heather and I laid there for a few more moments.

“Ah. Well, come on.” She said.

Heather sat up and pulled the covers off of us, exposing our bodies to the morning light.

“I can’t…I’m so embarassed…” I said.

“Oh, come on.” Heather said. “Do it for me.”

Heather climbed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her body and we kissed hard.

The door opened again. Perfect timing.

“Now, come on. Your breakfast is gonna be cold. You kids have all day.” Heathers mom said. She shut the door again.

This time, Heather broke out into hysterics. She rolled off of me and put on a pair of shorts and a t shirt. I pulled on my clothes and thought about sneaking out the window. But I loved Heather. So I followed her out of her room and sat down at her table.

Heathers mom knew how to make you feel awkward without even trying.

“So, when did this happen?” She asked.

“What, mom?” Heather asked.

“You two.