“In that I do not tell a lie, absolutely yes. Not so much on the presidential thing,” I reply.
“You look presidential,” Brynn says.
“Sure,” I say, placating her.
“No, really, Brendan. You look like you could be the president,” she says, putting her hands on my shoulders. Her hands on my bare skin are about to be my undoing. I really do not want to embarrass myself, but it is inevitable if she keeps touching me.
“Maybe you are thinking the president of my own company,” I offer.
“No, it is more than that. You looked so stately earlier. Like you had a press conference.”
“I have done plenty of those,” I tell her. “I was just on the news the other day.”
“Really? Why?”
“A gaming summit in Japan is happening in about a month. My company, Immortality Gaming Studio, is the headlining sponsor.”
“That’s pretty cool,” she says.
“Yeah?” I ask. Nerds like me don’t get the beautiful woman. Though to be fair, I never tried before.
She takes the cloth from my hands and runs it over my chest, a sly grin on her face the whole time.
“Oh, yeah. I would not have thought you were so muscular,” she says in a low voice.
“Why not?” I ask in order to distract myself. Her touch is magical, and I am about ten seconds away from marking her with my cum.
“Your three-piece suit did not give anything away. Who wears a three-piece suit to a bachelor party?”
“Don’t be making fun of my suit now,” I say, laughing.
“I am not. Not at all. It was nice. Distinguished even,” she says, continuing her ministrations down my body. When she reaches my dick, she sucks in a breath but continues. “This is not what I expected either.”
“I am glad that I can surprise you,” I groan as she continues to “wash” me.
Eventually, I push her hand away and turn to face the stream of water. I take several calming breaths, and we finish our shower. Somehow, I know that this girl is my future, and I am not going to rush into anything with her. I do not want her thinking that this is anything less than serious for me.
In my closet, I hand her one of my t-shirts and pull on some boxers and some joggers.
“Are you tired?” I ask her.
“Nope. I am starving.” I look at the clock on my nightstand and see that it is already five in the morning.
“I can make breakfast,” I tell her.
“No need to trouble yourself. Cereal is fine with me. Wanna watch Amazon Prime?”
“Cereal it is. I have got an assortment,” I tell her as we walk out to the kitchen.
“Do you?”
“Cereal is my favorite food group. I have been working some crazy hours, and it has always been good to me,” I say, chuckling.
“Me too. I really miss my mom’s cooking though,” she says wistfully.
“I’m sorry. When did she pass away?” I ask, concerned.
“What? Oh, no, she is fine. Alive.” I sense that there is a story behind that, but let it go for now. We have all the time in the world to get to know each other.
“Sorry,” I say as I open the pantry. Her audible gasp fills the room.
“Jesus. You weren’t kidding. There has to be twenty boxes in there.”
“Probably more. As I said, cereal has been good to me.”
She chooses Lucky Charms, and I grab the box of Raisin Bran. It is not my favorite, but it has been open a while. Bowls in hand, I lead her to the living room to the massive couch. Turning on the TV, we wait while Amazon Prime loads up. The ninety-inch screen is attached to the wall above the fireplace, and it is my favorite appliance. Watching football on the beast is almost as good as sitting at the fifty-yard line.
“Is everything you own huge?” Brynn asks after chewing and swallowing her first bite.
“Excuse me?” I ask, confused.
“Your bed, the couch, the TV. All those cereals. If I didn’t know better,” she says, eyeing my covered dick, “I would say that you were compensating for something.” After a short pause, I roar with laughter. I can’t help it. She looks so fucking cute, sitting there with my shirt riding up her thick thighs. “I think it is a valid question. You do not have to laugh at me,” she says. Her accent is thicker when she is pouting. The nasal quality of her voice is exaggerated in a way that tells me she is from Queens.
“It is perfectly valid. I am not laughing at you, Cherry. Your face when you looked at my dick was priceless, that is all.”
“Promise?”
“Swear it,” I tell her.
We watch an Amazon Original while we eat. She is asleep before the first episode is over. Easily, I lift her from the couch and carry her to my bed.