Adventures with Gwen: Chapter 2 – Friday morning

I finally got to sleep, but woke up early in nervous anticipation of what would happen with Gwen on Skype later. Normally we’d chat for a little while each morning before she had to take Susan to school (because Susan wasn’t old enough to drive, and couldn’t stand taking the bus), so I went to my computer and saw she was already logged on.

Ingrid usually slept a little longer than I do, so I have a few minutes to talk with Gwen without interruption. We mostly chit-chatted, but at one point Gwen typed that she couldn’t believe she’d “done that” last night, it wasn’t like her, and she hoped I didn’t think less of her. I assured her I was absolutely fine with what had happened, and not to worry. I was getting a sinking feeling that she was having a change of heart, and that nothing would happen after all.

Ingrid woke up, and as we sat and drank our coffee I continued to chat with Gwen. We kept it light and normal, and I tried to stay to my routine of checking websites and answering email, but I was distracted by all the thoughts in my head. Finally it was 7:30, time for Ingrid to go to work. We kissed and said our usual “have a good day”, “be careful”, “love you” platitudes, and she was gone. But by that time, Susan was ready, and Gwen said she was going to take her to school. She said she’d be back on around 8:15.

I knew I couldn’t sit around the house, waiting, for 35 minutes; I’d be a worse wreck than I already was. I got our two dogs, the only “kids” Ingrid and I have or want, and took them for a walk. I got back around 8:10, and sat nervously waiting. Even in this short a time, I knew Gwen was notorious for not being on time to anything, so I was mentally trying to prepare myself for her being later than she’d said. However, to my surprise, right at 8:15 she logged back onto Skype, and this time she invited me to a video conference.

Once the cameras were connected, we decided we could just talk instead of typing. Except that after last night, both of us were feeling a little shy and embarrassed. We looked at each other and nervously laughed. I didn’t know what to say, but I wanted to play it cool and not act like a horny teen-ager.

“So… can I see your tits again?”

Son-of-a-BITCH!

“NO!” she replied, laughing. “I shouldn’t have done that last night. I don’t know what came over me.”

“You like showing them off, and you wanted to show them to me,” I said, reasonably.

“Well, that’s true,” she said, smiling. “Still…”

“Would you like to see mine?” I asked.

“Oh, yes!” she answered, excitedly. I raised up so that my chest was in the camera view, and lifted my shirt and showed her my moobs. I think she might have thought I was talking about my dick, but I didn’t want to presume.

“Oh, ha ha, asshole!” she laughed. “That’s not what I wanted to see!”

I settled back so that my face was in the camera again.