My True Life Story: Chapter Three

I took my time in the shower as I thought about what I was going to say to Timmy. I was sure that all he was thinking about was how soon he could fuck me again. I had to convince him that the only reason I was doing this was to help him learn to make love to a woman. Knowing how much I wanted to fuck him again I did not know if I could convince him I was only doing it to teach him. I thought about what else I had to teach him and decided that by telling him about what I intended to teach him would make it seem more like a lesson.

I decided to dress in a summer dress, without a bra but with panties like I usually did in the summer. I put my wet hair in a ponytail and went to the kitchen in bare feet. Timmy was sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar with only a towel around his waist. He did not hear me coming and I stopped to contemplate. I was sure I was right. He was thinking about fucking me on the table or counter. As I stepped up beside him I looked down to his lap. The towel was tented indicating his aroused condition.

“Well, what would you like for breakfast?” I asked.
“I already made coffee. I am hungry but you don’t have to fix anything special,” he replied.

I was right…all he can think of is fucking. “I’m so hungry I’m going to make us bacon and eggs. Think I’ll have three eggs. How many do you want?”

“Three, I guess,” he mumbled.

I was at the stove with my back to him as I put the bacon in the skillet. I glanced over my shoulder and saw he was looking down at my feet and legs. “Get six eggs out of the frig,” I said. I watched as he attempted to hold the towel in place and get six egg in his hands. He placed the eggs on the counter where I indicated and started to return to his stool. “Either forget the towel or go get some shorts on. Either way won’t bother me,” I said as I put bread in the toaster. I did not look back to see what he did. After turning over the bacon I turned to Timmy. “Want to get me the butter?” I asked.

I watched as he stood, laid the towel over the stool, and walked to the frig.