As James woke the following morning, he was greeted to the smell of bacon cooking and coffee brewing. Quickly becoming alert to this, he slowly made his way out of bed and downstairs to the kitchen, where he found Breanne diligently working away at the stove. He noticed she was singing along to the radio, and instead of making his presence known he simply stood there, silently admiring her angelic voice. She truly had been gifted with musical capabilities. "Good morning," he finally called out, making her immediately stop and turn around to face him. She looked so damn adorable in her sleeping attire, and her hair in a messy bun.
"Hey, morning James. Hope I didn't wake you," she greeted him, bringing her attention back to the eggs she was cooking.
"The smell of the food may have, but you did not."
"Oh good. I'd rather wake someone up with my cooking than by being noisy," she replied with a small laugh. "Are you a coffee drinker? There's a pot made, if you want some."
"That sounds wonderful, thank you," he stated as he walked over to the counter, and poured himself a mug.
"You are very welcome. Hungry? Phil and Anne went off to take care of some wedding stuff, so I made myself some breakfast. I didn't want to be an asshole, though, so I took the liberty of making enough for you as well."
He chuckled at her comment. "You are too kind, I'd love some. Do you need help?"
"Not really. Could you perhaps find some plates and silverware? This is just about done."
"Of course," he replied, and went in search for the things she requested, along with some condiments he knew they would need. Just as he finished gathering everything, she already had a plate full of food waiting for him. Thanking her, he sat down at the table, and waited for her to join him. "It's been a while since I've had a beautiful woman cook me some good food. I'll have to repay the favor sometime during this trip," James commented once he began eating.
Breanne smiled at this, his words making her insides turn warm and fuzzy. "Well, it's been a while since I've had the chance to cook for a handsome man, so it's my pleasure," she replied, her statement taking him by surprise. Did she just call him handsome?
"I will never turn away food, so I am happy to oblige," he chuckled, making her laugh as well. "You know, you have a lovely singing voice."
"Oh, well thank you. I didn't realize you heard me," she replied sheepishly, a slight blush coming to her cheeks.
He simply smiled. "So what do you have planned for your day?"
"Other than helping Phil and Ann with whatever they need me for, not a whole lot. How about you?"
"I suppose whatever Annie wishes of me. I don't have a vehicle, so what I do is up to her, really," he replied with a chuckle.
Breanne gave a small laugh. "She isn't your only means of transportation, I will gladly take you anywhere you need to go."
"I couldn't ask that of you."
"I really don't mind, it would help me pass the time until I'm needed this afternoon. Plus...you're pleasant to be around," she commented with a smile.
James smiled back. "Well. I did leave behind some essentials on accident, so I might have to take you up on that. Perhaps I could buy you dinner in return?"
"Sounds like a date," she replied, and gave him a wink before standing up to start putting the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. James felt a warmth spread throughout his insides at this comment, and was suddenly excited to see how the day would unfold with her.
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"I have not been to a place like this in a long time," James commented as he looked around at his surroundings. After a day of helping with last minute wedding preparation, picking up needed items and Breanne showing him around the area, they decided to stop at the local pool hall before making their way back to the house. He was grateful for the dark atmosphere, and the anonymity it allowed.
"Phil and I used to come here all the time in high school. I've never been good at pool by any means, but I have fun with it," Breanne replied with a small laugh, as she decided on a table tucked away in a corner. "Do you want to rack the table, or would you rather get us some drinks?"
"I'd like to avoid interacting with others if possible," he commented, making her give another laugh.
"No problem, I get it. This should be enough to start a game, I'll be right back," she replied, and handed him a fistful of quarters before walking towards the bar. As he got the table ready, he found himself noting to himself she had the cutest little figure, and quickly shook these thoughts from his mind before they grew even more inappropriate.
"I hope you like beer," Breanne stated as she walked back over to him, shaking James from his thoughts. "This is from a local brewery, I personally am not big on beer but this stuff is good."
"I'm always willing to try something new," he replied with a small smile, and gave a light tap of his glass against hers. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," she replied with a smile, and took a drink of her beer. "Do you want to start?"
"I think I'd rather you start this game."
Nodding, she took one more drink of her beer and sat it down before walking over to where the cue ball waited. She leaned forward, and James could not help but to admire the view of her full ass bent over before him. Perhaps this was not the best idea...
He forced his attention back up to the table, watching as she readied for her first hit, and could not stop the laughter which erupted from within him when she completely missed the cue ball. Hiding her face in her arm, Breanne burst into laughter as well. "I told you I suck," she laughed, straightening up.
"Do you need me to do it?" He chuckled, taking a drink of his own beer.
"No no, I got this. I was just getting that out of the way," she explained.
"Ah, I see," he replied, smirking at her statement, and watched as she once more attempted to hit the cue ball. This time, she successfully did so, making the other balls scatter across the table. "Hey, not bad at all. However, may I offer a suggestion which might help you out?" he asked as he sat his glass back down.
"Absolutely," she replied, taking another drink of her beer, and walked back over to the table. Grabbing her cue stick, she walked over to where he stood, and once more bent over the table. She watched as he walked over to her, admiring his slow saunter, and when she suddenly felt him behind her, her breath caught in her throat. Her heart beat wildly in her chest at the feeling of his strong form pressed intimately into her back, and his firm hands covering hers.
"You should really hold it, like this," he said quietly, his deep voice directly in her ear, and she prayed to God he did not feel the tremor which ran up her spine. "Try again," he encouraged, and helped her make another aim at the cue ball. She closed her eyes when his hands tightened around hers, and lightly bit her lip at the feel of his muscles moving so closely to her. Why was she turning into a giddy schoolgirl around him? Reopening her eyes, she watched as together they struck the cue ball, and gave a small squeal of approval when it pushed one of the other balls smoothly into a corner pocket.
"Thanks for that, I'll definitely be keeping your suggestion in mind," she commented, looking over her shoulder to smile at him.
He smiled back. "My pleasure," he replied, and reluctantly pulled away from her. From her body language, he was fully aware of his effect on her, and could not help but to think this would lead to nothing good...
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Well past midnight, Breanne had just sat down on the couch, when she heard the quiet creak of one of the stairs. Looking over, she smiled when she saw James enter the room, and he smiled back. "Not able to sleep?"
He shook his head. "You had mentioned watching a movie, and I was hoping I could perhaps join you," he commented, the tiniest hint of shyness in his voice.
Her smile widening, she patted the spot next to her. "Have a seat, I was about to start a scary movie."
"Which one?" he asked as he sat down, and she handed him the case. "Ah, I've heard it's pretty good."
"As have I, hence the reason I am starting it," she replied, making him chuckle.
Once the film had started, they sat in silence, sharing the popcorn she had made as they became completely engrossed in what was unfolding on the television screen. As the horror started happening, he could feel Breanne tense next to him, giving a slight jump from time to time, and as a particularly brutal killing began he felt her bury her face into his arm. Hesitantly, he lifted his arm, inviting her closer, and she immediately moved flush against him, looking back at the screen when there was a pause in the scene, but once more hiding her face in him as the kill continued. He held her close to him, trying to keep his attention on the film but finding himself distracted by the young woman pressed into his side. He could feel his body reacting to their close proximity, and cursed himself for having such poor self control in that moment. There wasn't even anything sexual about their current situation, yet there he sat desperately trying to will down the massive erection he had.
At one point, he suddenly felt an irritation in his eye. When he gave a quiet curse and moved away slightly, Breanne looked over at him. "You okay?" she asked when she saw him rubbing his eye.
"I'm fine, I just have something in my eye is all," he informed her, rapidly blinking to try and get the foreign object out, when she turned on the lamp next to her, and before he knew it she was straddling his thighs, her hands gently grasping his cheeks as she looked closely at his eyes.
"Look to your left," she instructed him, and he did as she requested, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He silently begged she did not feel what was going on below his waist... "Oh, I see it. Hold really still," she added, and with a careful hand she managed to pull what ended up being an eyelash from his eye.
"Thank you, that's so much better," he replied, grateful for the instant relief.
She smiled, and when she moved a certain way she brushed against something poking into her. She frowned in confusion. "Um...James?"
"I'm sorry...my body has a mind of its own right now, it's been a while since I had a beautiful woman on my lap," he admitted, a hint of guilt in his tone. She blushed a deep red at this, surprised by his reaction to her. Surely her attraction wasn't mutual...was it? Her pulse quickening at this thought, she sat more firmly on his lap, and purposely rolled her hips against his, pulling a groan from deep within his chest. "Bree..."
"Shh," she whispered, continuing to slowly move against him. "It's okay, James...you turn me on, too..." she added quietly, and pulled his hand down between them, pressing it into her aching sex. Groaning quietly at this, he suddenly maneuvered them to where he was stretched out on the couch on his back, and she was still straddling his waist. He went to pull her down so he could kiss her, when she stopped him and shook her head, taking him by surprise when she forced his arms up over his head. " Let me make one thing clear: I'm not fucking you tonight...but I still plan on helping you with that...'situation' of yours, so just lie there, keep your hands where I put them, and let me make you feel good. Okay?"
Swallowing hard, he nodded, and she placed her hands on his chest before she started once more grinding against him, her pace quicker this time. James' head was spinning from the events which had quickly conspired, and letting his head fall back he took the throw pillow on the couch in his hands and clenched it tightly. If she kept rubbing against him the way she was, he knew he would end up coming all over himself like a teenage boy...and in that moment, he did not give a damn if he did so...
Letting out the tiniest whimper, she pressed down harder against him and angled herself forward, desperate for more friction against her throbbing clit. She didn't know what it was about this man which made her so wanton...but she knew what she wanted, and it was him. She could see one of his hands moving down to where their bodies were meeting, and stopped when he gently motioned for her to raise up. She frowned when she felt him moving around, and glancing down once he had her move back in place her eyes grew wide when she could see the tip of his cock exposed beneath her. She glanced back up at him, the lust in his eyes burning strong up at her, and suddenly she was grateful the shorts she was wearing were loose fitting...
"Two can play that game, mister," she commented teasingly, and did her own maneuvering before once more pressing down into him and forcing his hands back up above his head.
"Fuck," he rasped when he could feel his cock fit just right between her nether lips to where her wetness rubbed against his cock, his grip on the pillow so tight his knuckles had turned white. His breathing growing heavy, he desperately arched his hips up into her, wishing he could slip inside her so he could fuck her senseless, but refrained himself from doing so. Aside from actual intercourse, this had to be the most erotic thing he had ever experienced...
"Oh god," she gasped, and between seeing her face scrunch up in pleasure and feeling her hands knot in his shirt, he quickly joined her, clenching his teeth in an effort to stifle the noises he was making. For a moment they stayed as they were in silence, their eyes closed as they controlled their breathing, After a moment, Breanne finally opened her eyes to look down at him, and when his gaze was once more on her she stared at him before getting out, "Well...that was...unexpected."
He smirked at this, and then growing serious, he commented as he adjusted his pants to recover himself, "I...forgive me for not have better self control, it's just...been so long. I hope I didn't force you into anything you regret."
She frowned at this as she moved to let him sit back up. "James...I started it. If anything, I would have been the one to force you into something you regret."
Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, he replied quietly, "It's hard to regret something when it involves someone so beautiful."
Smiling shyly at this, she leaned forward to kiss his cheek. "I think I'm going to call it a night."
"I should probably do the same...maybe go change," he replied, well aware of the mess on his shirt and pants.
She gave a small laugh at this, and then touched his cheek before standing back up. She turned off the television, and before walking away she looked back at him, and giving a small smile she commented, "I like you, James."
He smiled back. "I like you too," he replied, and as he watched her disappear into her room he found himself feeling more confused than ever.