"Not bad," I said. "Considering I had your naked body against me all night."
"And that had an effect on you?" June asked, batting her eyes and giving me an exaggerated surprised look. She pulled back the covers, revealing my hard-on. "Oh my. I guess it does."
"Well, I'd like to give you credit for that, but that's just morning wood."
"You're such a romantic." June laughed, the sound warming the space. She sat up, then jumped out of bed, walking to her bureau to grab a tee shirt. I watched her pulled the baggy shirt over her head, the fabric falling just to her thigh.
"Hey!" I protested. "What, am I getting no love here?"
She grabbed a pillow from the floor and tossed it at me. "I need to let Bailey out," she said, heading to the door as the dog trailed behind her, her tail wagging. "But after that, I've got plans for you. Don't you worry."
"Good," I said. "Because I've got some things I want to do to you."
I was walking out of the bathroom when she came back through the door, her cheeks pink from the cool morning air.
"I've got an extra toothbrush in there somewhere, if you want to borrow it." She said it casually, with a familiarity that made me feel completely at ease, like I'd been with her for years. It was that kind of comfortable thing you had when you knew someone really well.
And I did know her well, didn't I? I'd known her for half my life. It was just the adult years, the ones with all the craziness, where there was a huge gap between us.
"Is that a hint?" I asked. I couldn't help the grin that was plastered all over my face. I felt like a stupid kid again, with a stupid schoolboy crush.
She laughed. "Well, unless you want to kiss me with the sexy morning breath I've got going on, then I'm going to need to brush mine, at least."
I crossed to the other side of the room and slid my hand around to the small of her back, pulling her T-shirt up high on her legs. I cupped her bare ass and kissed her full on the mouth, my tongue finding hers without any hesitation.
I pulled away from her and she smiled.
"Wow," she said.
"Well, you know, I'm a biker. I don't exactly have the highest of standards. So a little morning breath is no problem."
June slugged me on the arm. "Apparently I don't have the highest of standards either," she said, looking me up and down. "And I'm a doctor."
I gave her a mock confused look. "Is that one of those insults only smart people understand?"
She ignored me, sliding her hand between my legs and wrapping her hand around my shaft. "I'm glad that my morning breath didn't have any negative effect on you."
"Oh no," I said. "It definitely did not."
"Good," June said, smacking my ass cheek as she walked past me toward the bathroom. She stripped her tee shirt off and threw it in a ball on the floor. I heard her turn on the shower, and she called from inside the bathroom. "Are you going to join me, or what?"
Hell yeah, I was going to join her.
She was already in the shower, the water cascading over her head, and running in little streams down her shoulders to her breasts, where it dripped off her hard nipples.
God, she looked so sexy.
It was insane, you know, how women always think that guys want some perfect, taut little body, the kind of body you have when you're eighteen. I stood there, looking June up-and-down, and I couldn't help but think she was more beautiful now, almost twenty years since I'd last seen her, than she was back then. I liked the way she'd changed since high school, the little wrinkles around her eyes, the deep wrinkle in the middle of her forehead I was sure came from too much worrying.
June's voice interrupted my thoughts. She pushed her hair back from her forehead, slid her hands over the length of her hair and wrung out the water. "What are you looking at? You're creeping me out here."
"I'm looking at you," I said.
"Well stop," she said. But she grinned. Her cheeks were bright pink, and I couldn't tell if it was from the hot water or because she was embarrassed. Either way, it was cute.
Holy shit. I just thought of something as cute.
What the hell was going on with me? I was not a ten year old girl. I had no business thinking of anything as being cute. This woman was killing me.
"Hey, perv," June said. "Quit staring at me. Are you going to get under the water or what? I don't need you standing there, checking out my flabby thighs."
"Flabby thighs?" I asked, as I joined her under the warm water. I sidled up behind her, pressing my already hard cock against her ass cheek. "You've got to be kidding with that shit. Feel that? That's how much I like your flabby thighs."
June pressed her ass against my hardness. "I've gotten a lot older since we last saw each other, Cade. Gained some weight. Are you sure you still like what you see?"
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I asked. "You're feeling this, and you're asking me that question?" I pressed against her again. "That should leave no doubt in your mind that I like what I see."