The New Girl - A Man's Perspective Ch. 10

Chapter 10: Was that a Dream?

"Good morning, sunshine," Donna said from the kitchen. Her calling sounded distant and echoed through my brain at first. I thought it was all a dream.

"Hmm," I moaned, cracking one eye expecting to see my brother's drab guest room walls or scarier yet, him standing over me wearing his psychotic childhood facial expression. That's enough to give anyone nightmares for months.

"Jeff, you awake," Donna called from the kitchen again.

I could hear sizzling and smelled coffee and bacon. I rolled over and fell off the couch onto the floor with a thud, landing on my left wrist. Opening my eyes I realized I was in Donna's cabin and last night was, in fact, definitely not a dream. Wearing only a Japanese style silk robe that was hanging half open, she smiled and walked over to me carrying a cup of steaming black coffee. It smelled so delicious, it made my stomach growl loudly.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm awake now. Um, can I ask you a question?" I said, looking up at her from the floor straining my eyes in the bright morning sunlight.

"Shoot," she said, looking back at me curiously.

"What happened after we got back here last night?" I asked.

"I'm not sure I follow. Did anything happen, like what?" She said, obviously confused.

"Well, I don't know if it was a dream or if it actually happened, but last night did we, uh, you know..." I trailed off, unable to bring myself to say it, and instead motioned my index finger through the O on my other hand in OK, with a awkward half grin on my face.

"Oh my," she chuckled with a sly grin.

"I'm sorry," I said looking away embarrassed, "forget I said anything. Is that bacon I smell?"

I couldn't believe I just asked a woman old enough to be my mom if we fucked. It felt incredibly uncomfortable but I couldn't shake if it was a dream or reality.

"Yessir, it's bacon. There's eggs and hash browns, too. Would you like a plate?" she asked, half grinning back at me.

"That'd be great," I said, attempting to stand up without making it obvious I was glancing at her beautiful natural DDD tits that were hanging out of her open robe the entire time I was laying there.

"Ok, well, let me help you up and we'll go sit at the table," she said.

As she grabbed my arm and pulled me up I couldn't help but think how strong she was. She lifted me up like I weighed nothing. This, and the fact she was practically standing naked in front of me, made my cock hard again.

'Stop it, you idiot! Think of something else. Look, there's bacon. Think of that,' I said to myself, glancing in the direction of the kitchen.

"How many eggs and how do you like them, bud," she asked as she turned to the stove. Her robe blew up as she turned, exposing her hard body for a second. It caught me off guard yet made my cock harder.

"Uh, 3 eggs, over easy, please," I said as I took the first sip of coffee, "wow, this is good cuppa joe."

"Thanks. I order vacuum sealed beans from Cuba and grind them myself. The fresh mountain spring water really makes a difference too. Tasted like they were just roasted, right?" she said, eyes still on breakfast in the pan.

I looked up to respond but caught myself staring at the loose slit running all the way up the back of her robe exposing the bottom of her tight butt. As she bent down to pull the perfectly cooked bacon from the oven both sides of her robe fell to each side. Her ass was gorgeous and meaty pussylips poked out like they were begging to be eaten again. She knew what she was doing. It was at this point I knew for a fact last night was not a dream. We actually had sex and I actually watched her masturbate in the shower. As she stood up I saw her glance back at me with a wry grin. Her hair partially covered her face.

"Ok, bud, bacon, eggs and hashbrowns are ready," she said, setting the plate down in front of me.

She stood so close, I could feel her body heat and her delicious scent drifted up to my nose. Her robe hung open and loose on her body. She was ready for round 2, or was it 3? I couldn't remember. All I could think about was the taste of her sweet nectar on my tongue again.

"Thanks. I really appreciate all this. You didn't have to bring me here," I said, staring down at my plate.

"Sure thing. Oh, I made sausage also. Would you like some?" she asked, sitting down across from me, her eyes not leaving me as I took a bite.

"Uh, no thanks. This is enough for now," I said, voice semi-trembling.

She stood up and made her own plate, sausage and all. As she sat back down, looking back at me, and slid her sausage in her mouth like she did my cock. Her lips locked around it made me want to jump over the table and ravage her until she screamed for mercy. Then I snapped out of it and saw she was staring at me with an inquisitive expression.

"Let me ask you something, Jeff," she said, "why do you seem nervous around me?"

"Nervous?" I nervously chuckled, choking on a sip of coffee.

"Yes, nervous. Up on the mountain yesterday, my first impression of you was not great. Seemed like you were angry which is understandable considering I crashed your camp. But last night when I rescued you from that mountain lion, anyone else would have been grateful. You were just cold. Did you not want to be rescued? Did you come out here to prove something to yourself," she asked.

"No, of course not. I came out here to get away and think. Things have just been a bit confusing for a few weeks, that's all," I said, still not making eye contact with her.

"I see. Do I intimidate you," she pushed, this time her tone seemed more direct.

"No, well, at least, I don't think so," I stammered.

"Ok, well, I just wanted to ask," she said, taking another sip of coffee, "I'm going to go get dressed. Work's never done living this lifestyle. Just put your plate in the sink when you're finished."

She stood up and walked slowly across the cabin to her room. I watched, mind spinning, as her robe dropped to the floor before she made it to the bedroom. I continued to watch as she strutted naked across the cabin. She turned around, looked at me, slid her finger between her wet pussylips, licked her finger and winked then walked into the bedroom. I had to get out of there. I missed Amy and needed to get back to my cat.

Outside, I loaded my gear into the trunk. Donna stepped out onto the porch and took in a big breath of crisp mountain air.

"Ahh, smell that, Jeff? That's what fresh air smells like. Nothing better," she said, looking around at the freshly fallen blanket of snow.

"Yeah, I smell it," I said, not looking up from my trunk.

"You know, Jeff, since you know where I live, you're welcome back here anytime," she said, putting her hand on my arm and giving a slight squeeze.

"Thanks again for everything. I need to get going," I said as I shut the trunk lid and walked over to the driver side door.

"Of course. I won't hold you up any longer. Drive safe," she said, giving me a small peck on the cheek.

As I drove home I couldn't stop trying to figure out what the hell happened. I went up there to get away from people and IT and just think. Instead, I almost died then had one of the greatest orgasms of my life. Wtf? Pulling into my driveway, I noticed a light on in my living room.

"What or who the hell," I said to myself.

As I walked up to the back door, I looked around for any sign of a B&E, but I saw nothing. Before I put my key in the lock, I held my ear to the door. No sound. I stood there for what seemed like several minutes, then heard a woman's voice. Confused, I unlocked the door and burst into the kitchen.

"Who the fu...," I started to yell, realizing it was Amy.

"Amy? What are you doing here," I asked, still confused.

"Hi! Your brother gave me the key. I wanted to surprise you when you got home. I hope it's ok," she said, terrified she royally pissed me off.

"No, no, it's ok! I am surprised! I'm happy you're here. I missed you while I was up on the mountain," I said, genuinely smiling.

I never felt that before but at that moment, I was content. I was happy and I wanted it to stay that way. But I knew the only way it could stay that way is if I let go of the hurt that my ex-fiancé put me through years ago. Don't get me wrong, this, by no means, was perfect. Up to this point, it was purely based on sex on the surface but as time drew on I knew there was a tiny spark that kept growing in her. I still wasn't sure about myself though.

"So, tell me everything. How was it up there?" she eagerly asked, arms now around my neck.

"We'll, I'll tell you but first I need something," I said, dropping that hint like a bowling ball on a jello mold, or so I thought.

"Oh, really? Well, and what would that be, sir," she asked seductively, kneeling down and pulling my belt off.

"No, no, not that, Amy. I mean I need a kiss," I said.

She looked up at me with a slightly disappointed expression.

"Oh, ok, sorry. A kiss like this," she said as she stood up and wrapped her arms around my shoulders and leaned in.

As our lips caressed, the air inside me left and my muscles relaxed so much I had to hold myself up against the kitchen island. I didn't realize I needed her to touch this bad. It was like I was brought back from the dead.

"How's that, babe," she whispered.

"Perfect," I mumbled, still holding myself up.

"Come on, I made you dinner. Go sit on the couch and I'll get your food. I hope you like Thai," she said excitedly. I didn't know she could cook and was genuinely curious how this would taste.

As I sat down, I looked around at my place. Not quite a bachelor pad but still dull, considering how the past month or so had gone. 'I need to spruce this place up,' I thought. I leaned my head back on the couch and must have drifted off to sleep for a minute because next thing I knew I woke up to Amy's soft tits against my rough stubbled face.

"Hi. I thought you were a goner for a second so I decided I would try and revive you," she said happily and smiling.

Even in the dark her eyes sparkled.

"I brought your food. I hope you like it. I've never made Thai food, so if it's bad, tell me and I'll order something else for us," she said, pulling her shirt back down and sitting next to me.

"Oh my, had it not been for you I just might have died and I'd have missed out on this delicious looking dinner. Thank you so much," I said, cheekily.

I took a bite and looked over at her, food still half hanging out of my mouth and said, "it's good!"

She giggled and asked, "really? Don't lie. I'll feel horrible if it's gross."

I swallowed the first bite and said, "no, it's really good. Spicy, but good."

She gave a sigh of relief and sat back. She stroked the cat and laid her head back on the couch and stared up at the ceiling. I could tell something was bothering her but maybe she didn't want to talk about it.

"What's wrong," I asked.

"Nothing. I'm just glad you're home. I think I missed you more than you missed me. I started to worry that maybe I scared you off and you weren't coming back to me," she confessed.

I set my plate down and turned to her sympathetically.

"Amy, this is my home. I couldn't just pack up and leave without at least a few things here, let alone without you," I said, trying to reassure her.

"Jeff, we've only been seeing each other for, what, 4, maybe 5 weeks? And I feel like I've pushed us into moving too fast. I still remember making a comment about how you can't get me pregnant unless you cum inside me. That was only a week after we met! I just feel bad and I'm sorry if I've scared you," she said.

I knew she felt guilty, but I certainly felt more guilty. Somehow, I knew she would eventually find out about Donna. I didn't know when or how, and that scared the shit out of me more than anything at that moment.

"Ok, ok, I get it. Yes, I'll admit it did scare me a little considering how my previous engagement ended. But you're not my ex, Amy. Even though it's only been 4 or 5 weeks, I think something has happened between us. I don't know how to describe it but whatever it is, it's definitely there and growing," I said, hoping it would ease her guilt.

"I'm sorry I scared you. I've never told you this but the moment I saw you at the Christmas party, I knew there was something about you and I couldn't shake it, so I decided to just talk to you," she said.

"I see. Have you figured it out," I asked, taking another bite of food.

"I'm not sure, babe. I know I've never met anyone, or fucked for that matter," she said, a eurika expression on her face, "like you. There's just something that keeps drawing me back to you, and I like it."

I pursed my lips and looked straight ahead and gave a, "hmm, well, one thing is for sure, neither of us have ever fucked anyone like each other before."

She laughed and kissed me on the cheek. Her warm breath sent shivers down my back and I felt my cock tingling. I lowered my plate to cover the growing bulge in my pants before she noticed.

"Sooo, I'm sure you're pretty tired. Let's go upstairs and get a shower and go to bed. What do ya say, babe," she asked, even more seductively this time.

Almost choking on my third bite of food, I immediately set my plate down, grabbed her hand and said, "you don't have to ask me twice!"

As we ran up the stairs, her giggles became intoxicating and I knew at that moment I had fallen in love with Amy.