I’d like to thank you all for your support! I can’t believe the number of followers I got from my last post here!

For everyone new, here are the first three parts:

“Lauren”

“Umbrella”

“Mine”

And here is the next part! “Tag”

As usual, feedback is appreciated!

“Breakfast”

The morning sounds of the city finally woke Lauren up for good. Cars honking throughout its many streets and the bustling of hundreds of feet hitting the pavement echoed through the window, filling her bedroom. The sun was not at the right angle to cast it’s beams past her blinds, but it’s glow reflected off the nearby buildings and painted the white walls a dim shade of orange.

It took her a moment to notice that Aaron was no longer pressed up against her. Her eyes went wide as she smacked the spot where he had been, finding the blankets to be empty. Her heart missed a beat and she shot herself upright. After the previous night, she couldn’t believe he would leave her in the morning without any sort of goodbye.

As her room came into focus, Lauren’s eyes caught Aaron’s pants and shirt laying folded on top of her dresser. She breathed a deep sigh of relief, and slumped back again. Looking more closely, she could see her clothes were also folded neatly and placed atop the dresser. She had entirely forgotten about them after tossing them to the floor the previous night in the heat of passion. Listening a bit more closely, she could hear movement coming from her kitchen.

Lauren breathed another sigh and smiled. “Thank goodness.” After a moment she leaned over and climbed out of bed. Crossing the room, Lauren reached into her dresser and threw on an oversized t-shirt with some indie band logo printed on it and slipped on a pair of panties.

Lauren crept down the hallway, the rich aroma of coffee filling her nose as she approached. She poked her head into the kitchen. The light above her kitchen stove shone brightly off the laminated floor and wooden cupboards, making her squint.

Aaron was standing above the stove, working on some kind of breakfast. From what she could see, he was wearing only his boxers from the previous night. On top of that, he was wearing a bright pink apron, neatly tied up at the small of his back.

Lauren giggled as she approached him. Aaron turned and smiled at her. “You know my friends got me that as a joke, right?” Aaron looked down at the apron. The front of it was solid pink except for a message written in lacy black cursive. It read, “I like my meat well rubbed.”

Aaron smiled. “I mean, it’s not wrong.” He chuckled, turning back to the stove.

In the frying pan were four eggs crackling and snapping in the heat. On the counter to Aaron’s left were two yellow plates, a pair of toasted brioche buns resting on each. Lauren came from behind him and peered over his right shoulder. Aaron turned again, landing his face right into her left breast. He craned his head upwards as she began to laugh. His lips drew into a tight smile as his face turned crimson. As her laughing waned Lauren wrapped an arm around his shoulder and leaned down, kissing him deeply.

Aaron caught his breath. “Do you... uhm,” he tried to speak. “D’you like yours over easy or hard?”

His flustered speech flattered her. She lowered her hand down to his ass-cheek and squeezed firmly, drawing a slight gasp from his lips. “Over medium.” She whispered. With that, she gave him a playful spank and walked over to the table in the corner of her kitchen. After a minute or two, Aaron shut off the heat and began to lay the eggs and cheese slices atop the buns.

Lauren sat there, watching him hungrily. He glanced back every now and then, meeting her eyes and continuing to blush at her sly smile. He placed the plates of food down on the table and filled up two mugs of coffee before finally sitting.

His heart was beating rather quickly in his chest again, nearly fluttering. For some reason the sight of Lauren completely evaporated his appetite. He picked up the sandwich off his plate, but couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of her. She had her head resting in one hand, and her mug in the other.

With her head leaned downward they were able to easily gaze into each other’s eyes. Lauren noted that Aaron’s were a lighter shade of brown than hers, while Aaron became lost in the depths of her eyes. He could barely make out her pupils, and he seemed to sink into the brown irises surrounding them as he focused.

Lauren’s gaze drifted to his hair, which stood up in a bushy mess. Some patches arched up explosively, like water being splashed. Other parts hung down over his ears and forehead. She could almost feel her fingers combing it as they had in the early hours of the morning, gliding through each strand across his scalp. Suddenly she was self conscious, and brushed her bangs aside, running her hands down her pixie cut.

Aaron’s stomach broke the silence, cutting through the tension like a grumbling chainsaw. His face grew even redder as he finally lifted breakfast to his mouth. Lauren swallowed a huge laugh and started on her breakfast.

The food was better than she expected. Her egg was almost as runny as she usually cooked it, and the melting cheese more than made up for any dryness. The bread tasted slightly sweet and complimented the salt and pepper on the egg. She gave Aaron a complimentary “Mmmm.” He have her a thankful smile in return.

“Good breakfast.” Lauren said as she finished her last bite. She looked Aaron over. “Better outfit.” She purred under her breath, staring at his nipples peaking out from the apron straps and biting her lip.

“I th-thought you’d like it. I was gonna just make breakfast in my boxers...” he began. “But I also didn’t want to make a mess on myself.” He looked down at the apron. “This was the smallest apron you had.” Aaron grinned sheepishly.

“Well it looks pretty on you.” Lauren let go of her mug and took his hand. “Although...” She reached her left leg out, snaking her foot upwards, under the apron and onto Aaron’s crotch. “You’d look cuter in just the apron.” She licked her lips and squeezed her toes into his underwear.

Aaron could feel himself growing hard again. Her foot began to press into and rub up and down his swelling shaft. He squeezed Lauren’s hand and looked at her with pure desire. “I think I could... accommodate you.” He gasped.

Aaron stood up, slipping Lauren’s foot off of his boxers. He yanked them down and let his erection free. It pitched a tent under the apron, bulging out and forming a tiny wet spot of precum. Aaron grabbed both plates and began walking to the sink, his bare ass exposed to Lauren.

He had barely set the plates down in the sink when Lauren crossed the kitchen and cupped his ass in her hands. He had never been groped this hard before, and wasn’t sure if it felt pleasurable, but he enjoyed the attention. He enjoyed knowing that Lauren enjoyed groping him. It made him even harder.

Lauren flipped the apron up to reveal Aaron’s stiff cock, and wrapped a hand around it. “Now I can’t resist.” She whispered in his ear, and began to stroke him.

Aaron’s right hand managed to wedge between the two of them and found the bottom of Lauren’s shirt. He somehow was able to reach under it and into her panties. His angle wasn’t great, but he managed to rub up and down her pussy lips, feeling his fingers get wetter and wetter with each rub. Eventually, he was able to slip inside her, and began to dip his fingers in and out.

Lauren was breathing heavily in his ear. The effort of jerking him off and being tickled by his fingers made her heart throb in her ears. Above the pounding sound she was able to speak between breaths, “Are you... my boy-... boyfriend now?”

Aaron groaned out a weak. “Yes.”

She picked up the pace of her stroking, and began to grind herself on his already moving fingers. “You’re all...” she continued to gasp. “Mine?”

Aaron could feel her fluids running down his hand. He grunted out a “Mmmhhmmm....aaahh” and gasped.

Lauren’s hand now glided up and down his shaft, completely slick with precum. “Mine... to do... whatever I want with?” Her breathing was faster than ever now. She took Aaron’s free hand in her own. “To love... and fuck?”

Aaron was on the very edge. “Yes!” He cried out. “Anything...uuuhhnn... you want!”

Lauren stopped stroking suddenly, and she lifted herself free from Aaron’s probing fingers. Aaron looked up at her with eyes full of manic lust. She grabbed a hold of his head and chest and pulled them into her as she demanded, “Then come fuck me.”

She began striding towards her living room couch, slipping her shirt off and casting it behind her. Aaron nearly tore the apron off his neck and sped close behind her. Lauren flipped herself onto the soft, blue couch, landing on her back and exposing her large breasts to Aaron.

Aaron reached for her panties and slipped them off her long, pale legs, shoving them up to his nose and savoring their sweaty scent. Lauren reached out, grabbing his arm and pulling him up to her chest. He tossed the panties aside and entered her, feeling her steaming hot cunt part for his cock.

He began to thrust into her, slamming his manhood deep into her sopping wet pussy over and over again, all while worshipping her tits. He kissed and licked and nibbled and sucked them as much and as hard as he could, making her squeal with delight. Lauren wrapped an arm around his back and pulled him further into her. She put another hand on his ass, savoring it’s firmness and squeezing with every one of his thrusts.

As she reached her threshold, Lauren lifted Aaron’s chin up from her nipples and up to her face. She leaned her head up and stuck her tongue into his gasping mouth, and he reciprocated. They moaned and huffed into each other’s mouths, smacking their lips together.

“Together?” Aaron begged, feeling Lauren’s nails begin to dig into his skin. Lauren moaned a “Yes!” and began to buck against his hips, matching his thrusts.

At last Aaron felt the familiar shake and throb of his climax slowly working its way up his shaft, and he slammed his hips into hers as hard as he could. His right hand was placed around the back of Lauren’s head, gripping her short hair lightly and pressing her face into his. His left was cupped tightly around her breast, still firmly squeezing and teasing her nipple.

The pair both let out loud, sensual moans as they climaxed together, their bodies shaking with pleasure. Aaron felt his tip erupt with seed, and kept thrusting hard for as long as he could. His sustained orgasm kept Lauren’s going, sending her over the edge over and over and over again.

At last, his cock began to soften, and he slowed down his thrusts. Lauren felt it too, and weakened the bucking of her hips. Eventually, they stopped moving all together, their bodies frozen in a position of interlocked legs and groping hands, save for their faces. Even without the heat and urgency of sex they continued to kiss each other as they had before, their tongues slipping around each other and lips smacking against one another.

When at last, their grips loosened and Lauren finally rested her head back, Aaron slipped himself free of her soaked flower.

“If I’m yours...” He began, still catching his breath. “Do you think we can go out on a date today?” He looked up at her, and she gave him a small smile. “Maybe get to know each other a bit better?”

Lauren ran her fingers along his back, sending shivers down his spine. “Of course.” She purred. “I know a park down the street from here where we can walk around, and there’s a huge mall nearby.”

Aaron closed his eyes and lowered himself, fitting the top of his head under Lauren’s chin and turning his face to the side. He could hear her heart beat slowing down. His muscles felt too weak to move, but he was fine with it. Her body was a safe haven, where he could rest forever.

“Thanks for breakfast, again.” Lauren broke the silence.

“Sure thing.” Aaron replied. “Next time I’ll make it just the way you want it...” he lifted his head up and kissed the tip of her chin. “Wearing just the outfit you want me to wear.” He smiled flirtatiously.

They gazed deeply into each others eyes again and held hands, savoring the moment.