Godless: Part 2

   The thin veil of darkness that was the back of my eyelids wavered. Something was amiss, not quite normal. I had slept in the nude regularly before, but this was my first night doing so since Nora had been staying with me. The toying I felt on my penis was a clear sign that Nora didn’t mind.  It was the long, warm, and wet sensastion that accompanied it that opened my eyes though. A confangled mess of bedhead slowly moving up and down my hard cock. An alarm clock you definitely don’t sleep through. Her eyes met mine and she paused, lips curling into a smile around my member. “Good Morning!” She chirped in between suckles, her eyes still on mine.

   “Good Morning” I replied with a hard swallow.

   “Sorry, wanted a different kind of breakfast this morning.” She said with a giggle. She was buttering me up, that I knew. I had planned on taking her out shopping. Her first real outing since deciding to distance herself from Eric and we both agreed a new wardrobe was in order. It would be on my dime, naturally. I guess she wanted me to remember this when I saw the price tags. The head was slow, methodical, paced. Light brushes from her lips and tongue across the glans kept me perked up. She took care not to let me cum, she wanted it drawn out. Just before I hit my limit, she popped off of my cock and kissed me. “I’m stopping here.”

   “Oh, you tease” I squirmed.

   “It will make you want it more later.” She laughed, gently stroking me, easing me back into my flaccid state. “C’mon, you have pancakes in the kitchen.”

   The breakfast was incredible, at least it is when an incredible woman makes it for you. The perks of having a woman strongarmed into the housewife role for so long, the food. With the pancakes devored, the bacon savored, and two glasses of orange juice down, we went to the mall. Were this a movie, the shopping montage with a non-descript card being swiped a dozen times would go here. Out was the old Nora always very fashionably conservative with sweaters and pants, and in came low cut blouses, cute skirts, comfy tees, a semi-formal dress for dates, and even a couple pairs of yoga pants and sports bras for the inevitable rebound fitness wave. She looked amazing and the dent in my savings was easily justified.

   “I have to swing by Eric’s later to pick some things up. I may have to go alone, if that’s okay.” She said over authentic Chicago-style pizza, her favorite.

   “Fine.” I replied, mouth half full. I swallowed and continued “No doubt you have a thing or two to talk about in private anyway.”

   “Yeah, not looking forward to the talk. May wear some of my new clothes though. Like my nifty new workout pants.” She chuckled.

   “The way your butt looks in those, he will have a hard time focusing.”

   “You think so?”

    “Know so.” I smiled. “I’m struggling myself, and you’re not even wearing them yet.” She replied with a sly grin while we finished our food before parting ways.

   Your SMS tone booms like a hand grenade when you are waiting to hear from a special lady. A boom I had waited a few hours to hear.

Nora: Hey!

Me: hey, whats up?

Nora: wrapping things up here. Should be headed your way shortly.

Me: Great! How did the talk go?

Nora: it was kind of weird.

Me: Weird?

Nora: ya, so I wore my yoga pants and a tight shirt over there, i guessed different clothes would help show I’m moving on.

Nora: He used to be against this kind of dress. Well today he acted like he didn’t like it, but he followed me around alot. He definitely had a boner too.

Me: wow a boner? You sure?

Nora: lived with him for a while, I know his boner when I see it.

Me: wow so he just gawked at you the whole time?

Nora: no we got to talking and I let it “slip” I was seeing another guy.