Teaching Me Part 2

Teaching Me Part 2: The next day

I dont remember getting up off of Kay, or putting my clothes back on, or going to my room and tucking myself in, so I can only suppose Kay did those things for me. I lay on my back in bed, blinking in the strengthening sunlight, remembering the last 2 days, which had flown past, lightspeed. I remembered my first, then second encounter with Doe, and then my little cuddle session with Kay. I remembered how firm and pert her tits were, how soft her nipple was inbetween my lips, the light fluffiness of her pubes.

My mind wandered back to Doe, and unwanted thoughts crawled into my head. What the hell was wrong with me? Fucking a dog before fucking a girl. I started berating myself endlessly, until my stomach growled. I hadnt eaten dinner last night, Kays tits notwithstanding. I got up, showered, dressed, and went out to the kitchen. I was up early enough to see Nick walk out the door and get into his pickup. I wondered if he suspected something.

I grabbed a bowl of cereal and sat down at the table. Kay sat down across from me, looking radiant and beaming, whereas I was down on myself. Kays outfit for the day was lifting my spirits slightly however. She was wearing a crop top that was showing down under cleavage sans bra, with her nipples poking through her shirt. Following down her flat stomach, I saw she was wearing a very short skirt made out of a rather flimsy material, which fluttered everytime the breeze lifted and came in through the screen door. Again, I wondered if Nick was a zombie not to notice that.
“How did you sleep?” she asked me, with a play of a smile on her sun-kissed face, showing off some pearly whites
“Fine” I said, trying to keep my bitterness about my dog/human issue out of my voice and the topic away from last night.
Try and keep the subject away from THAT, yeah right. My personal Venus, sitting across the table from me, had nothing BUT that in her mind, but she caught the edge of my tone in my voice, however subtle it was.
“Whats the matter?” she queried, her experession reading concern. She stood up and leaned over the table to touch my face, seemingly unaware that her tits were sliding out of the bottom of her shirt. I outlined my problem as she stroked my face, running her fingers along my jaw and over my lips, ever so softly. This, as you might have guessed, did not help speed up the process any further, with blood rushing from my head to my head.

Once I was done talking, she stood up, along with her shirt falling back over her tits, and told me how foolish that was.
” Do you think, Matthew, that I would be so cruel as to do this to you?