I woke up the next morning with a beautiful naked woman snuggled into my side. There really is no better way to wake up. I rolled towards her which woke her. “Morning,” I said.
She half smiled and tossed her hair out of her face. “What are my orders, Master?” Her hand slithered down and grabbed my cock. It took exactly one breath before it started to grow. She felt it swelling and smiled. “Yes, Master,” she said as if I had actually ordered her. She followed her hand. By the time her lips wrapped around the shaft, it was half hard. By the time she started sucking it was all the way hard. By the time I came, gushing into her sucking mouth, my eyes had rolled back into my head and my whole body was drained. She released me and I fell back onto my back.
“Oh,” was all I could say.
She came back up, licking her lips. “Oh?”
“Oh, my God. That was incredible,” I said reverently.
“Just doing my duty, Master,” she said.
That night, after Maddie had gone to bed, we were throwing the dishes in the dishwasher. She bent over to put he last dishes in and I watched her cute ass. Of course, that started the blood flowing. My cock leaped up and slipped out the opening of my robe. Brenda looked over and smiled. She knelt in front of me and leaned in not using her hands, and took the tip of my cock between her lips. She sucked and licked around the head. Slowly, she began taking more and more of my cock into her mouth, sucking and licking the whole time. Soon, she was bobbing on it, fucking her mouth with my cock. I was once again lost in pleasure. When her hands suddenly started massaging my balls, it was too much and I lost it, blowing my load into her sucking mouth. Brenda moaned in gratification as she swallowed every drop.
I had had two blowjobs in one day. It was about this time when the mental dissonance started. It had only been about a day and a half. How come the bitch was so likeable? She had slipped into the sex machine role without a hint of her former self. I liked it. I mean, I liked it a lot, but it flew in the face of everything I thought I knew about her. Dissonance.
And so it went. During the day she was job hunting, making calls, trying to get interviews. Maddie was off at school. To give some idea of what it was like, I’ll give an example. It was mid morning and this morning I hadn’t gotten my wake up bj. Brenda had the classifieds open and was making occasional calls. I threw off my robe and walked in naked. She looked up and smiled. That smile seemed to say, ‘I like cocks and bring it here,’ and man, did that start the blood flowing.
By the time I had walked across the room, she was kneeling by the couch. I sat back and Brenda bent over, wrapping her hands on my cock. She stroked it until it was hard, then started sucking and licking.
I think I have pretty good control. As I said I once worked as a driver for a Nevada brothel. One day one of the girls came ito the kitchen, where the girls let it all hang out since no customers were allowed. She was laughing like crazy and told us all a whopper of a story.
This guy came in and picked her from the line up. She took him to her room to negotiate a price. She was wearing a tight top and a mini skirt and nothing else. He seemed a little nervous and she was afraid he’d bolt, so she spread her legs to give him a beaver shot figuring once he saw that she’d have him hooked. Well, he started shaking. She got worried, then she saw the stain spreading in his crotch. He’d cum in his shorts just from seeing her pussy. He practically ran out of her room and out the front door. All of us were laughing about the poor guy running out of the brothel having cum in his shorts.
I’d like to think I have a lot more control than that guy in the brothel. I was beginning to wonder though. When Brenda turned on that sex machine persona, bingo, I was almost as bad. One hand massaging my balls, one hard working my shaft, and her lips and tongue working the head of my cock, it was magic. She had me blowing my load into her sweet sucking mouth as she swallowed it all down. She was a sex machine and I couldn’t understand the why of it.
At night, she would come to my bedroom, strip, and climb into bed. Sometimes she would give me a ball emptying blow job. Other times, I would fuck her hard. If I chose to fuck her, she would play this little game. I climb over her and she’d say, “No.” Now the first time it happened it threw me. I have since learned.
“Yes, you are going to get it,” I’d snarl.
“No. No, you can’t,” she’d plead. There was no physical contact. She wasn’t lashing out. She would lay there. When I put my hands on both sides and slid my cock up to her she’d put her hands on my chest and push as hard as she could. I’d have to work to get closer. She really pushed hard. Once my cock slid into her though, it was like all the fight went out. She’d say no once or twice more, then she’d be fucking me back as hard as I was fucking her. And the funny thing was she was always drenched by the time I was able to get my cock into her. That ‘fighting’ and losing turned her on big time.
I’m no trained psychologist, which is fine by me. But I do have common sense which is more than most shrinks have. It is easy to forget that psychology as a science is brand new. Before Freud, psychology was a field of religion and philosophy, literally, the study of the soul. Religion treated the subject as dogma so no real knowledge was possible. Most philosophers are religious and tried to ‘prove’ their own peculiar dogma correct, so no real learning was possible.
When Freud took the subject and applied scientific means, he was opening a whole new land, an incredibly complex landscape, to scientific observation. If fact, there is no subject, not even physics, that is as complex as human personality. It took 2,000 years of observation and testing to get us to a real fundamental understanding of physics, and we have more to learn.
Psychologists have only been at it for 75 years. No wonder we are still in the witch doctor stage of psychology where everybody has their own theory, none of which actually work in the real world all that well. No wonder we have a new method every few years and no wonder shrinks throw up their hands and declare no one can be cured. Just like physics had to go through this theory and that, each success building on the prior, each failure forcing a reassessment, that they started to master real physics. So too, p-shrinks are going to have a learning curve before they really begin to understand that most complex of things, people.
But I do have common sense and I do know something about people. And my common sense began to arrive at some tentative conclusions concerning Miss Brenda, former bitch, now sex machine. Some things came together and fit into a picture. She had quit being a bitch to me every since I started to command her. Whenever I ordered her to do something sexual, she did it without complaint and more; she was turned on by it. It wasn’t a game. She wasn’t trying to pull the wool over my eyes just to keep living with me. She was too consistent and the sexual excitement was real, not fake.
Brenda had to be a sub. I sat her down one day and asked about her husband. It turned out they were never married. She wanted to but he refused after he got Brenda knocked up. She stayed with him. Even when he started hitting her, she stayed. It wasn’t until he physically threatened Maddie, that her protective instincts overcame her submissive nature and she bolted.
I asked about boyfriends and the pattern was there. Every one had been a bully, had been dominant and she submissive, until they dropped her as too clingy. Amazingly, even as she told me basically the same story again and again, she didn’t see the pattern. After she ran from the last boyfriend when he pulled a gun, she had been taken in by a fringe woman’s group, run by abused women. They had given her ‘counseling,’ real witch doctor stuff, and convinced her that men were all bad. Never let a former addict counsel addicts. Never let a former abused counsel the abused. They can’t separate their emotions from reality. Brenda had hung onto that in the swirling reality of her flight as something solid. It had also turned her into a stone cold bitch.
She was so immersed inside, she couldn’t see herself from outside. But it couldn’t have been more obvious that she was by nature a sub. No wonder we started getting along so well after I gained the upper hand. It brought out her real nature, the one she was actually comfortable with. She wanted the man in her life to be in charge.
Now I was stuck. I was not really a Dom type guy. I had come to this by accident. I thought about it for long hours, pros and cons. I like a woman to be aggressive in the sack, at least sometimes. Variety is spice. I wasn’t sure Brenda would ever be that.
On the other hand, she was pliant and wanted very much to please me whenever I wanted. She never got a ‘headache.’ Being a sub she would probably accept things another woman wouldn’t, like me bringing a third person in, as long as I ordered her to accept it and maybe embarrassed her at the same time.
Weird, but there were possibilities and I decided to see how this would play out.
*****
I quickly found out things were going to be much more complex than just a sub dom relationship.
One day, Maddie asked me out of the blue, “Mike, how come you never ask me to pay like mom does?”
I leaned back against the kitchen counter and crossed my arms on my chest. I was smiling, “How does your mom pay?”
“Mike, I’m not blind or stupid. I know why her bedroom is next to yours while I’m down here,” Maddie said.
“So, you think your mom is paying rent with sex?”
“Well, duh,” she said, but I could see some of the certainty wavering.
I shook my head. “Nope.”
“But…” she said looking confused.
“When I first agreed to this set up I wanted to punish your mother for being such a cast iron bitch to me and every other man I had seen her around. But things have changed a little. You see, Maddie, your mom likes it here.” I let that sink in.
“She likes it when you…” she stopped, unwilling to let me know how much she knew.
“Someone has been snoopy,” I said.
“I don’t have to be snooping. I mean, you two are loud enough…” Then she realized how much she was admitting and again chopped herself off. She blushed.
“I see,” I said. “Maddie, obviously you have heard enough to have an idea of what is going on. But you are a little young to have the experience to understand it. And you do have a right to understand what seems weird on the surface. Have a seat.”
We sat down at the kitchen table. I quickly thought about how much I should tell her. She was old enough to understand it was sex and therefore old enough to understand what type it was. It would be best if she understood completely rather than whatever guessing she was doing, based on God knows what.
“Here goes,” I said. “Have you heard of submissives and dominants?” She nodded. “There are some men who have very stressful dominant jobs. They have to control things all of the time. It’s not unusual for those men to like to be dominated by a woman for release. It allows them to experience a different thing. A lot of times the woman doesn’t even touch them sexually but they get sexual pleasure mostly from the fact they don’t have to be dominant.”
I could see a look in her eye, like, that’s weird. “It’s not really weird. It’s just a different way to experience some pleasure. Some women are submissive as well, though it is usually because they were raised that ‘good girls don’t like sex.’ By being forced, they can let go and enjoy the sex. After all, they didn’t have any choice.”
“Is mom submissive?” Maddie asked.
I nodded. “And she is just finding that out for herself. It’s probably why she picked the guys she did in the past. She was looking for a dominant guy, but she found a line of bullys instead. That’s why she was such a bitch; she was trying to protect herself from her own bad choices. There’s a big difference between playing in the bedroom and slugging in the kitchen. Bullys do that because of their own insecurity. They are little kids in dangerous men’s bodies. But a real Dom does it exactly like the woman likes it, only as much as she likes and it ends at the bedroom door, usually.”
“When I first started bossing your mom around, frankly I was being a bully to get even with her. But as we both started realizing what she was, well, it changed. I don’t boss her around much anymore, except when we are playing. Does that make sense?”
Maddie was quiet for a bit, then she looked up. “Yeah, I guess. So, when I saw you make her get on her knees in the kitchen and…” she blushed vivid red.
“It was a game of sex that we both liked. Even though she was playing the sub, she liked it. I didn’t know you saw that,” I said. “You were supposed to be asleep.”
“Sorry. It was kind of exciting,” she said and blushed again, but this time smiling.
I laughed, “I bet it was.”
“So mom doesn’t fight back, she just does whatever you want?” Maddie asked.
“I’m not sure I want to get too much into detail. Maybe this will help though. Sometimes she fights back really hard, but she makes sure that she never hits, or scratches or bites. She pushes against my hands with hers, all her strength, but never to hurt. You’d think when a woman was fighting that hard the last thing she’d want is sex, but she is really wet when I touch her. Oops, too much detail.”
Maddie blushed again, “Sorry. I didn’t blush because you said mom gets wet down there. I mean, it’s because sometimes when I hear you guys I like, get the same.”
That was too much detail. I didn’t want to start thinking about Maddie in that way. She was way too cute and sexy. Back to the conversation. “That’s normal,” I said.
“I think about you,” she said looking at me straight in the eye.
I had seen that look before in other women’s eyes and it was trouble… trouble with a capital T in River City. Maddie might only be fourteen but that look said she wanted sex, right then and there.
“Sometimes, I must be like mom. I get really wet when I think about you,” she said. “Mike, am I sexy?”
Oh oh. Keep up the resolve old boy. “Well, yes, Maddie…”
“Really?” She asked a big smile on her face. “Do you only like women who are subs?”
I gulped. “Uh, no.”
Maddie stood up and came around the table standing right in front of me. She looked me in the eyes and I knew I was about to have a sexually charged girl in my lap.
That’s when the front door opened. “I’m back,” Brenda called from the front. Saved by the bell…
We were still there when Brenda swept into the kitchen holding some grocery bags. “Maddie, there are two more bags in the car. Please get them.”
Maddie looked at me one more time and the promise that she wasn’t done with me was in that look. “Okay, mom,” she said and ran out the door.
I fell back against the chair. Brenda looked at me with a question. “Ask me later,” was all I could say.
That night, Brenda climbed into bed with me, naked the way I like my women. She curled up next to me, my arm over her shoulder. “Mike,” she said quietly.
I put my magazine down. “Yes?”
“You said I should ask about Maddie,” she said. As usual in the bedroom, she was in her subservient mode.
“Um yes, I did.” I related the conversation we had before Brenda got home including my belief that had Brenda not come in when she did I would have had a lap full of sexually charged girl.
“But Maddie’s too young,” Brenda said.
“You think so?” I asked. Brenda nodded. “That hasn’t been my experience.”
Brenda sat up looking confused. I was almost distracted enough that I almost didn’t finish the conversation. I felt those nice tingles from gazing at her body. Her question brought me back, “What experience?”
“Oh,” I said. “Sorry. I taught sex ed.” She looked like, so what? “It was a different kind of sex ed. You see it had an application portion, not just book work.”
I could see she was shocked, but also wondering if she had understood.
“Yep, real live application. The youngest girl in the class was thirteen as I remember. Believe me, the girls weren’t too young.” I remembered another occasion. Oh well, in for a dollar I might as well drop another bomb on Brenda. “There was another time when I was doing substitute teaching. A group of girls in the neighborhood decided I was a hot bachelor. I’ll save the long story but I wound up having sex with them all and they were all younger than Maddie.”
“What about their parents?” Brenda asked.
“One of the moms knew about it. She was actually glad that the girls were learning in a safe environment with an experienced teacher, me. So she helped keep it from being a scandal,” I said. “Brenda, when did you first have sex?”
She paused, then answered, “I was fifteen.”
“Not much older than Maddie is right now. Something else, I was there and I can tell you Maddie looked a hell of a lot like you do when you get that look in your eye. She wanted to get laid. She’s her mom’s daughter,” I finished quietly.
I waited as Brenda digested all of that. He had that out of focus look in her eyes for a while. Then she looked back at me, “I guess I have that parent problem of not believing my kid is growing up. Funny, I’ve seen other parents do that and I always said, never me. I won’t try to keep Maddie from growing up. But it is different when it is my own daughter,” she said with a self-deprecating smile.
I nodded. I remembered the fun times I had with those girls, and Maddie wanting to, and Brenda not wanting to prevent her from growing, and finally Brenda being a sub, it all coalesced into a command. “Brenda,” I said in a command voice. Brenda recognized the tone of voice and slipped back into her sub demeanor. “Since Maddie wants to learn, I want to teach her. You are ordered to set it up. I’ll teach her how to be a woman.”
Brenda looked up, her eyes penetrating. I could see the wheels turning as her mother training came in conflict with her nature and how things really are. But truth was on the side of nature in this instance. In a few seconds I could see that Brenda reached the same conclusion, if Maddie had decided she was going to, like any woman she’d find a way. Her eyes downcast, Brenda said in her sub voice, “Yes, Master.”
I was a bit surprised it had been so easy but Brenda was a true sub. I thought of cute little Maddie, knowing I would have her soon, and the blood rushed to my cock. Brenda’s eyes locked onto my quickly growing shaft.
“May I, Master?”
“Yes,” I said.
Brenda leaned down and took my cock into her mouth sucking and licking me. I thought about Maddie as my eyes closed while Brenda sucked my cock making pleased little sounds. I blew a big load into Maddie’s mouth, at least in my fantasy. Brenda sounded happy as she cleaned up my cock with her tongue.
That Saturday I could tell something was up. Brenda set the table with candles and my china even though this was the midday meal. There were only two places set. Flowers were in the middle of the table. The crystal glasses glinted in the flickering candlelight. If you drew a picture of the romantic dinner, that’s how it would look.
Brenda was standing by the table, eyes downcast as I came in. “Brenda?” I asked.
“Maddie will be here shortly to join you,” She said. She looked up, mischief in her dancing eyes.
I nodded and sat down. Brenda poured some wine for me. I noticed there was another wine glass in front of the other place setting. That was interesting. Brenda really was going all out. Maddie made her appearance wearing a dress, probably her nicest, and all made up, her hair up.
I stood as a gentleman should to welcome a woman, “Maddie, you look gorgeous.”
She blushed and came over to the table. I held her chair for her as she sat down. Brenda poured some wine into her glass. I picked up my glass. “To a beautiful woman.” Maddie blushed again as we clinked glasses. I could see that Brenda was pleased under her sub demeanor.
Brenda brought the first course as Maddie and I talked about nothing of consequence. I wanted her to feel special and without any pressure. It seemed to work. Brenda was serving like we were in a high class restaurant. Maddie was happily smiling and laughing, for no particular reason.
At the end of the meal, I made sure we didn’t eat too much so that we could enjoy what was to follow. I stood and took her hand. I led her upstairs to my room. Inside, I held her in my arms and kissed her, romantically at first then with more and more passion. Maddie melted into my arms.
Slowly, I removed her dress. As it fell about her feet, she stepped from it. Brenda must have helped her dress for she was wearing nothing but a black thong under it. “You look super sexy,” I said.
“God, when mom told me to dress like this, I was like no way. But sitting there knowing I wasn’t wearing anything but the thong, it was sexy just thinking about it. Mom was right,” Maddie said.
I kissed her again before kneeling and slowly working the thong down. She stepped out of it. I kissed her then stepped back and started to undress. Maddie went over and lay on the bed. I watched her as I quickly undressed.
Maddie was in partial shadows, the strong afternoon sun streaming in the windows creating bands of light and dark: the dark masking a mystery, the light highlighting the promise of her youthful flesh. She was looking away, pensive, her face shielded by shadows. Her young body was on display for me: a strong bikini tan was most noticeable, the white skin of her breasts and loins highlighted her nipples and pussy, a small darker patch of hair just beginning to cover it. She was gloriously nude, waiting for me in her bed.
"Maddie," I said quietly.
She looked up ay me startled, then quickly smiled, "Sorry. I was thinking." She beheld me naked for the first time. Her eyes locked onto my cock which stood proudly, throbbing, straight out from my loins, the purple head shiny with precum.
"Changing your mind?" I asked.
"No. But it is a little strange. I mean a little different than I thought my first time would be," she said.
"How?"
She smiled. "Well, for one thing, I thought I'd have my own boyfriend, not sharing with mom. And I sure didn't think my mom would arrange it. Weird."
I began to worry a little. Maybe I had been wrong. I didn't want to bed a girl and then have her think it had been forced. "Maddie, maybe I was wrong. After the other day, when your mom interrupted us. I thought..."
"Thought what?" she asked.
"Frankly, I thought had your mom not come home you'd have been in my lap and we'd have..." I was trying to think of a word when she finished for me.
"Have sex?"
I nodded.
She blushed. "I was thinking about it. Mike, don't get me wrong. I just said this was a little weird. I didn't say I didn't want to." She held my eye as she said, "I want to. I wanted to really bad the other day. Yeah, if mom hadn’t come home I think I would have been all over you."
I looked at her again, spread out on her bed like a young woman feast all ready for me. “I would have liked that.” I got onto the bed with her. Her eyes were fastened to my cock. "Like it? You can touch it."
Her hand wrapped around my shaft and slowly began sliding up and down. "Like this?" she asked.
“Yes, perfect.” I bent down and kissed her, pressing her back onto the bed. Sure I liked having her hand on my cock but this was her first time and was about bringing her pleasure. One advantage of an older guy for her first time is that I could keep in mind that this was for her. A young kid would have been all about his own pleasure.
Still kissing, my hand found her small tit and teased her nipple. It quickly pointed up and got hard. Maddie moaned into my mouth as our tongues swirled and danced. I gently pulled her nipple, then rubbed her whole breast, then onto the other side.
Maddie was quivering now, pressing back against my hand. I lowered my head and licked and sucked her nipple, even taking her entire tit into my mouth and sucking it. At the same time, my hand trailed down over her belly, the muscles trembling as I lightly traced across her skin. Her legs spread for me as my hand covered her pussy.
Slowly and softly, I massaged her pussy. My finger sank between her puffy lips. My hand began rocking, back and forth, the heel of the palm pressing down on her clitoris. Her hips quickly matched the rhythm, pressing back, fucking my fingers. Her pussy grew hot and wet, my finger bathing in her juices, making it slide easier and faster over her pussy.
Feeling the heat of her pussy drove me on. I love the smell and taste of a hot woman and dove down to her pussy. Maddie spread her legs even more as I settled between them. She looked down at me, her eyes already lust filled. There was a small triangle of hair pointing down to her pussy but the lips were bare almost as if she shaved. They were invitingly plump.
Spreading her open, my eyes feasted on her red glistening pussy. The aroma of sex wafted up to me driving me crazy. I lashed her with my tongue, top to bottom, side to side, sucking and licking. Soon, Maddie’s hips were bouncing around on the bed and I had to hold on with both hands to keep my face glued to her snatch. The juices were pouring from her and I knew she was as ready as she would ever be.
Quickly, I slid up over her and lodged the tip of my cock in her pussy. Maddie was pressing against it and I pressed back. Her lips flowered open as the tip began to penetrate her. Maddie’s eyes flashed open as she felt her pussy forced open for the first time. There was a brief resistance as my cock split her cherry and Maddie yipped. I waited for a moment, but she was so turned on from the earlier foreplay that the pain quickly was lost in the past.
Now, my cock opened her completely and slipped inside. Maddie moaned. The feeling was one of the most intense I had ever experienced. Her tight young pussy grabbed my cock like a milking machine, the muscles fluttering trying to milk my cum as I slid deeper into her. When I bottomed out, Maddie grabbed my butt and pulled me even harder into her. I ground down, mashing her clitoris as she moaned and thrashed around under me.
She may have been a virgin, and I had some evidence of that when I breached her, but she didn’t fuck like one, tentative and retiring. We fucked like weasels, our hips slapping together as Maddie kept her hands on my ass and back, whatever was convenient, and pulled, prodded, and pounded as I fucked her good and hard.
A screw like that is just too intense too last long. Luckily, she was already close to climax when I climbed on. I felt the build up to my own cum, when Maddie went over the top. She screamed, then shuddered and thrashed about her pussy grabbing my cock.
That put me over the top as well. Another two or three thrusts and I felt the first glob of cum burst from my balls and splash into her pussy. When she felt the hot seed splash inside her she went into another paroxysm of cumming, her fingers digging into my back, which caused my balls to pulse once again. But all that was left was dribbles of cum as I had emptied myself.
I rolled off, unable to hold myself up and not crush her. Her legs were spread open, her pussy red and wet, our cum drooling out. It was the sexiest sight I had ever seen and it almost got me hard again wanting to experience that incredible tightness. Instead, I fell back on the bed, wasted.
That’s how I wound up no longer a lonely bachelor. Brenda and I spent many hours talking about her past and as I guided her through it, she began to see the pattern. The interesting thing is once she saw the pattern, she understood why she was a sub. I worried a bit but she didn’t change. Turns out she really did like being a sub but she was now in control of it. It sounds funny to say she was an in control sub.
Our sex life was adventurous since she would do just about anything I ordered her to do. The one bright line is she wouldn’t have sex with Maddie there. I could live with that. She did hook up with several of the neighbor women and arrange threesomes, in which she willingly participated, as long as I ordered her to.
Maddie still wanted to have sex with me and Brenda okayed it, but preferred not to be there. Once or twice a week, Maddie would come home from school while her mom was at work and I’d have to scratch her itch.
When Maddie turned sixteen, Brenda let her date. I think maybe it was her fourth date, when her first boyfriend got her turned on. When Maddie got home, she was horny as hell. She begged her mom to borrow me. Brenda at first didn’t want to, but realized that if Maddie knew relief was at hand, she would be better able to avoid temptation on dates. I couldn’t get her pregnant or give her any nasty germs.
Maddie dragged me to her room, her clothes torn off in no time, my robe tossed aside; she pushed me onto my back and was sliding down my hard cock in record time. I had never seen her quite so quick and it left me hard and restless. Maddie rolled off and closed her eyes. I kissed her, shut the door, and practically ran upstairs.
Brenda was just undressing when she saw me come into the room, my cock hard and shining. She was shaking her head when I pushed her down onto our bed, lifted her ass into the air, and shoved my cock home. It was quick, furious, and satisfying sex.
That’s my life now that I’ve retired into a quiet neighborhood so no one would bother me. The neighborhood is still quiet, although I am getting to ‘know’ some of the neighbors in very Biblical ways. No one bothers me. In fact, nothing bothers me anymore. I can’t seem to quit smiling these days, since I tamed the bitch.
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Maddie was in partial shadows, the strong afternoon sun streaming in the windows creating bands of light and dark: the dark masking a mystery, the light highlighting the promise of her youthful flesh. She was looking away, pensive, her face shielded by shadows. Her young body was on display for me: a strong bikini tan was most noticeable, the white skin of her breasts and loins highlighted her nipples and pussy, a small darker patch of hair just beginning to cover it. She was gloriously nude, waiting for me in her bed.
