Chapter 2: Morning Secrets

I felt the vibration of my alarm next to my chest, and I quickly reached over to silence it. Michael didn't stir. I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake him, and stripped off my clothes. As I stood there naked, a shiver of excitement ran through me. I pulled my graduation robe from the back of my chair and put it on.
I padded back to the bed and touched Michael's foot gently. "Wakey wakey..."
He jolted up, eyes wide with confusion, before focusing on me. His gaze traveled from my face down to where the robe gaped open slightly. I pulled the robe up just enough for him to see that I wasn't wearing anything underneath.
A slow smile spread across his face as he propped himself up on his elbows. "Damn..."
His appreciation was clear in that one word. I unzipped the robe down to my stomach and slowly peeled one side away, exposing my right breast. His eyes opened wide with desire, and I could see his erection starting to form again under the covers.
I turned in a slow circle, pulling the robe up to show him my bare ass. His gaze followed every movement, taking in the sight of me.
"You're incredible," he murmured.
I crawled onto the bed, moving toward him with deliberate slowness. I tugged at his boxers, and they briefly caught on his stiff cock before slipping off. Leaning forward, I kissed up and down his shaft, feeling him twitch under my touch.
Michael's eyes locked onto mine as I licked around the head of his penis, savoring his taste before taking him fully into my mouth. His head flung back onto the bed as he grabbed a pillow and playfully placed it over his face to stifle a scream. It made me giggle.
He tossed the pillow aside and placed his hand gently on the back of my head, guiding me without force. He wasn't huge but perfectly sized for me to take all the way into my mouth. His breathing quickened as I worked him with steady strokes.
When I finally pulled away, his chest heaved with anticipation. Crawling up beside him, I kissed him deeply, our tongues mingling in a dance of passion.
"Lie back," he whispered against my lips. "I want to return the favor."
I did as he asked, reclining on the bed as he positioned himself between my legs. The anticipation built inside me as he kissed along my inner thighs, working his way toward where I ached for him most.
I looked down at Michael between my thighs, his mouth working eagerly. His tongue felt like a thirsty puppy lapping up water, clumsy and frantic.
I stared up, watching the first rays of the morning dance across my ceiling. I looked around my room, considering what I might take with me to Atlanta. I thought none of these furnishings would make the journey with me - they belonged to my youth, and I wanted to start a new.
I had forgotten about Michael between my legs. "Mmm, just like that," I moaned halfheartedly. My mind wandered to what lay ahead as I stroked Michael's sandy blonde hair.
"You like that, baby?" he asked, his voice muffled against my pussy.
"Yes, that's good. Keep doing that," I said, as my eyes scanned the posters on my wall. Are all men as bad at this as Michael? I wondered if older men would be any better. Would they know how to please a woman, down there? Was it fair to compare him to more mature men? After all, he was just an eighteen-year-old boy, still learning, and I had to admit, his enthusiasm was endearing.
"Is that good?" He seemed determined to get it right, his tongue moving with more purpose. He was at least trying. I had to give him that much.
"Mmm-hmm," I moaned, as my thoughts wandered elsewhere. I pictured myself at college, embracing my newfound independence, maybe meeting an older man who could show me a thing or two. I imagined this imaginary man between my legs with a finger inside me, licking my wet pussy, and it excited me. I began to grind my hips into Michael's mouth.
I thought of Mr. Dante and even Mr. Carter, Michelle's dad. I'd always found him attractive, with his salt-and-pepper hair and those intense eyes. He was the only adult who talked to me as if we were on the same level. The mere thought of his deep voice left me flushed with excitement. How would his tongue feel on my clit?
And then there was the new youth pastor at church, Brother Jacob. He was in his late twenties, with a silky smooth voice that resonated through my body. His piercing blue eyes and strong jaw made me squirm in my seat during bible class. Would he do a better job than Michael? On second thought, maybe not. He struck me as possibly gay, but he was hot all the same.
As much as I enjoyed these fantasies, I started to stress about my mom waking up and hearing us. I didn't want to deal with that embarrassment and a lecture about still being under her roof even though, technically, I was an adult now. So, with a bit of drama, I decided to end this. I threw my head back and moaned. I bucked my hips and grabbed the back of Michael's head. I let out a long sigh, relaxing my body against the mattress.
"Oh, Michael, that was so good." I cooed, pulling him up to lie next to me.
His face was flush with pride. "You came?" he asked. I detected a hint of awe in his voice, delighted that he'd succeeded in pleasing me. I didn't have the heart to tell him that, if you have to ask, then you didn't.
I rewarded his effort with a compliment. "Yes, I came so hard. You're so good at that," I said, stroking his chest.
"Can I fuck you now?" he asked, looking down at his rigid cock.
I pushed him away, sitting up. "Sorry, no time for that. Mom will be up soon, and I want you gone before she gets up."
He looked at me with those puppy dog eyes of his. 
I gave him a playful smile. "I promise we will soon, but for now, you can jerk off on my stomach, though." He seemed disappointed, but content. He grabbed his cock and started stroking himself. His eyes traced over every inch of my body. I watched, giving encouragement. "I want you to cum for me. Stroke that big cock." I even reached out and played with his balls. "Cum for me, Michael."
In less than a minute, he came, leaving a puddle of warm cum across my stomach pooling in my bellybutton. I smiled and shooed him toward the window, hurrying him along as he pulled on his pants. Good job, now time to leave.
"See you later," I whispered, giving him a quick kiss before urging him through the window.
As he disappeared into the early morning light, I shut the window behind him and drew the curtains, taking in a deep breath. I headed to the bathroom, eager for a hot shower to wash away the mess he had made on my stomach. As inept as he was, Michael was sweet and tried his best. One day, he would figure it out—bless his heart!


The aroma of bacon and pancakes drifted up from below. My stomach growled as I bounded down the stairs, following my nose to the kitchen.
My little brother Tommy sat at the table, a knowing smirk on his face. "Interesting noises coming from your room this morning, sis."
I shot him my deadliest glare and mouthed the words, "Not. Another. Word."
He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms and mouthing the words, "You. Owe. Me."
"Eden Marie Chase!" My mother's voice cut through the tension. "Have you signed those thank you cards yet? And have you registered for your freshman classes online?"
I grabbed a piece of bacon from the platter. "Mom, nobody sends thank you cards for birthday parties. That's so... old school."
She turned from the stove, spatula in hand. "That's what adults do, young lady. Maybe your friends won't expect them, but the older folks who came will. Those cards have been sitting on the counter in the living room forever."
"But Mom-"
"No buts. Those need to get done today. Being an adult means showing proper gratitude, whether you think it's old-fashioned or not."
I rolled my eyes. "God, I can't wait to be out of here. I thought you were going to start treating me more like an adult."
Mom slammed the spatula down on the counter. "Eden Marie, you want to be treated like an adult? Then act like one. Adults don't roll their eyes when asked to do simple tasks. Adults don't sneak boys into their room in the middle of the night." Shit!
My face flushed red. Tommy snickered into his orange juice, whispering, "Busted."
"That's not- I didn't-"
"These walls aren't as thick as you think, sweetheart," said Mom, turning back to the stove.
I walked over to her, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind. "You're right, Mommy. I'm sorry." I pressed a kiss to her cheek. "And those pancakes look amazing." She made breakfast for us every morning, even when we didn't deserve it.
Her shoulders relaxed under my touch. "There's my girl. I'm going to miss you next year." She flipped a golden pancake onto a plate. "Now, go sit down and eat before it gets cold."
I picked at my breakfast. God, what did she hear? Had she heard everything? The thought made my stomach tighten. This knowledge would haunt me all day.
I speared a bite of pancake, chewing thoughtfully. "I need to start looking for a summer job. Most of the good ones are probably already taken."
Mom slid into her chair across from me. "That would be a good idea, but you couldn't start for three weeks anyway."
"What? Why not?" I dropped my fork with a clatter. "I need to start making spending money for college."
Tommy snickered. "Probably so you can buy fancy underwear for your boyfriend."
"Tommy!" Mom and I snapped in unison.
Mom cleared her throat. "I forgot to tell you, but I met with the insurance agent last week. If you take a Driver's Safety class at the community college, they'll give me twenty-five percent off your car insurance premium."
I stared at her. "How could you forget to tell me something like that? When does it start?"
Mom suddenly became very interested in rearranging the napkins in the holder. "Okay, I knew you would freak out about it, which is why I didn't mention it. But it's only three days a week for three weeks."
"So I lose three weeks of my summer?" I threw my hands up. "Great. Just great."
"Eden, it's a substantial savings." Mom's voice took on that reasonable tone that always made me feel childish for arguing. "And it applies for the next five years. That's a lot of money."
I stabbed another piece of pancake. "When does it start?"
Mom looked at me sheepishly. "Tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" I nearly choked. "Are you kidding me? You wait until now to tell me about a class that starts tomorrow?"
Tommy grinned. "This is better than TV."
"Thomas, go brush your teeth," Mom ordered. Once he'd left, she turned back to me. "But you'll like this part. That handsome English teacher is teaching it. You liked him, right?"
My heart skipped a beat. "Mr. Dante?"
"Yes, that's him. I guess he's making some extra money now that school's out." She smiled, clearly thinking she'd found the perfect way to soften the blow.
Little did she know.
I took a long sip of orange juice, using the glass to hide my expression. "Well, if it'll save that much money, I guess it's worth it."
Mom looked relieved. "I'm glad you're being mature about this."
I nodded, suddenly not minding the prospect of three weeks of classes. Three weeks with Mr. Dante. My mind raced with possibilities – conversations after class, maybe coffee to discuss the material, getting to know each other outside the strict high school environment. Who knew what might happen?