I must have fallen asleep, as had Marty, because I awoke to see the morning rays coming through the window drapes, and to hear Marty's slow, steady breathing as she lay next to me. I got up, taking care not to wake her, and then I emptied my bladder, and donned my newly acquired silk boxers. Then I went to the kitchen and, ambitious, broke out some pancake mix for breakfast. The coffee was perking and my first batch of pancakes was on the griddle when Marty walked in, wearing her white baby doll and panties. "Mmmm..." she murmured. "Coffee smells good. Want some?" "Sure." I replied. Marty got out two mugs, and poured for the both of us. "I forget... Sugar?" "Yeah. Two." I was just putting the first cakes on a platter when she brought my mug and put it on the counter next to the stove. "Thanks...You want to break out the syrup and butter?" I said, more a request than a question. Marty complied, putting the butter and syrup on the breakfast table as I went about the task of making four more cakes. Then she retrieved some dishes and silverware. Lastly, she poured a pair of glasses full of orange juice, and placed one with each place setting. I was fixing the third and last batch of pancakes as she stood, leaning on the counter, near me, holding her coffee mug, almost caressing it.

"So... Did you sleep well?" Marty asked. "Can't say..." I replied, "I had my eyes closed." That produced a laugh from both of us. "How was your night?" I asked. "It was OK, I guess." Said Marty, eyes toward the ceiling. And we laughed again. We sat and hungrily attacked the pancakes, juice and coffee. As we ate, I felt Marty's foot touch my shin and begin rubbing it. I stopped eating and merely looked at her.

"You know," she said, "I wouldn't mind a repeat of last night's session." "Now?" I asked. "No, not now, you silly goose," she replied. "Maybe later today or tonight." She added: "Maybe we need to do a bit of housework. Then we can go out for a bike ride...OK?" After breakfast, while I cleaned up in the kitchen, Marty gathered the wet towels and soiled sheets from last night's session, and started them in the washing machine. Then, while I made up the bed, she ran the vacuum in the den. We repaired to our own bedrooms and changed into acceptable clothes for bicycling, and before leaving, tossed the wet laundry into the dryer.

Our cycle trip took us to the big park on the river bank. The weather was hot, as summers here tend to be, but there was a breeze aloft which made things tolerable. We found a large oak tree with low-hanging branches and sat on the ground, for a rest, near its trunk. The lush, manicured lawn was a soft giant cushion. I couldn't help but to feast my eyes on Marty's figure, which was accentuated under her spandex outfit. At one point, she looked into my eyes, and her expression softened.

"Did you have as much fun last night as I did?" she asked, a playful smile on her lips. "It was awesome! I enjoyed every bit of it!" I replied, earnestly.There was a moment of silence. Then Marty spoke again: "I suspect that last night was your first 'all-the-way' sex. Am I right?" I blushed. "Um... yeah." "I thought a guy like you would have a girlfriend by now." "I do; Eileen is the same age as I am... We even share birthdays... we haven't ever..." "Gone that far?" Marty interrupted. "Uh...yeah....I mean no..." "Your girlfriend go to school with you?" "Uh huh." I nodded. "She's one grade below me. She lost a year right after her parents died." "That's a shame... You haven't seen her this summer?" asked Marty. "Nah...She went off to some beach place with one of the teachers at school." I added: "Both her parents are dead and she lives with her older sister. Last semester, she became pretty close with the biology teacher, and they spend a lot of time together." "A male teacher?" Marty queried. "Nah...Miss Adamson is pretty cool. A good teacher. I had her when I was in tenth grade."

"So when is...your girlfriend coming back?" "Eileen... I dunno. I guess a couple of weeks before school starts." "Do you miss her?" "Um...yeah...I guess." "What I'm driving at is this: I see what we did last night as a learning experience. For both of us. It needn't happen again, if you don't want it to. Further, I want to make it clear that when Steve and your Mom come home, I'm leaving, and it may be a long time before we see each other again. We both have our lives to pursue, and I hope you agree that whatever happened, or may happen, between us stays between us."

There was another lull. After reflecting a bit, I spoke up. "You said if I didn't want it to happen again.... well I DO want to do this some more." "I do too." said Marty. "I just wanted it understood that there shouldn't be any undue emotional attachment involved. Okay? "Okay." There was another quiet moment. "Well..." said Marty, "You rested up enough?" "Huh? For what?" "C’mon! There's a store I want to explore!"

We got back on our bikes and rode off.