All for Mr. Redman Chapter 2

All For Mr. Redman Chapter 2

In the morning I woke up slightly disoriented. I opened my eyes and glanced around. I knew my dorm room didn’t look this nice. The gorgeous furniture, amazing decor, the tranquillity of silence. I smiled sleepily and it all came back.

I had just had the most amazing night of sex with Mr. Redman, my favourite highschool science teacher. Well, no guilt there. I had a strong crush on him when I was in highschool and I had discovered last night that this way more than a crush. Much to my delight it went both ways. I was so happy. I slowly and gently turned over.

He looked so peaceful and cute laying there. I put my head back down and just watched him sleep for a few minutes. I was almost afraid to touch him, I wanted him to have a great sleep, especially after the way he had rocked my world last night.

An idea forming in my mind I move carefully out of the bed. I’m really stealthy when I need to be. My roommate at University always joked with me calling me the only Ninja in the world that scores beer. I always laugh at it. I have always been able to move with stealth because I simply don’t like disturbing others. Okay, I admit that and my lack of fear of heights makes me the perfect beer smuggling “Ninja Girl”. Lol.

I stood looking down at him and felt calmness and serenity. He was clearly sleeping very well.

I put on on of his collared dress shirts and moved to the kitchen. I am 5’3” tall, 105lbs and I have long black hair. I am slender measuring 32b-22-30. I have brown eyes. No tattoos or piercings, other than my ears.

I had decided that he deserved a breakfast in bed. Peter had an amazing kitchen. It was laid out for not only looks but functionality. I the most challenging part was a direct result of our heights. He is 6’1” tall and I am only 5’3” tall. I looked around and there was no step stool. His tall stools for seating would not work. I felt like a five year old going after the cookies when I had to climb up on the counter a couple of times.

I made his breakfast. It’s so easy to make breakfast for someone when you know what they like by looking at their shopping list on the fridge and by checking out what they have available.

Mr Breakfast for Peter consisted of back bacon, home fries, sliced melon, orange juice, thick cut toast, and western omelet. While I was doing this I also made coffee for him. I noticed the machine did seem used and figured he probably has it in the morning because he never drank it at school.

I prepared the serving tray and spiralled an orange and took a flower from his table arrangement. I was very pleased with my effort. I looked at the clock and saw it was 10:30am. This had taken a bit of time and at least I knew her had 8 hours sleep.

I had just picked up the tray when I heard something from the entry. I froze with the tray and set it down. I heard keys and the door was opening, someone was coming in. I set the tray down gently and padded my way toward the living room and used the window reflection to see carefully who it was.
I saw her at the same time I heard her heels on the wood floor. It was a blonde woman. A really attractive six foot tall blonde. Her hair was long and arranged attractively so it was flowing down her back and but stayed out of her eyes. Her blue jacket and skirt combination was elegant and conservative. It did not hide the fact she had a body guys take the time to watch, appreciate, and remember. She was gorgeous and looked like she could be a model.

A gorgeous woman with KEYS!!! I looked around quickly. I did not have many options here. I heard her removing her shoes and she called out “Peter? Are you in the kitchen? That smells wonderful”. I knew she was coming. I glanced around fast.

My roommate would have been proud of me. I placed my hand on the island, jumped over it and landed like a cat and ducked into the recessed space under it and froze.

She walked in and said “Peter?”

She stood there and I heard her mumble and she walked over and I knew she was trying the food. Now, I realized I was hiding from her. My dress, heels, underwear, everything is in his room. My purse… oh shit my purse was sitting next to the coffee table on the floor. I didn’t know if I should run or what.

Then my mind shifted again. Who the hell was she to come in, with keys, eat food I prepared and act like she owns the place. I decided I would have to do something.

She turned and walked out of the kitchen saying “Peter where are you? That omelet is fantastic. Your breakfasts get better and better.” She was walking to the bedroom.

I stood up and thought “Oh so she has breakfast here, that’s great.”

I pondered this as I heard her open the bedroom door and call out again to him.