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davidwest

Saturday morning.

Sharon woke up before David did. He was sprawled across the bed, lying face down. She eased herself out of bed and gently pulled the sheets off of him so that she could see all of his nude body. He looked cute lying there. And with a very cute butt. She thought that it was funny that after a few bouts of sex, a boy would sleep so soundly. With some of them, they were very sleepy after the first orgasm. They would be looking sleepy when she was feeling energized from cumming. Fortunately, David had lasted longer than most would have last night, she thought. But he had had a whole week of not having any sex to rest up.

Sharon went downstairs to make coffee. She was also getting hungry and thought that they could walk to breakfast if he got up soon enough. Her idea last night of staying in bed all weekend wasn't a bad idea but they did have to eat. She went back upstairs and stood in the doorway watching him sleep. He was now on his side. With no covers over him, David was completely exposed. Sharon shifted her position slightly so she could see the front of his body better. His penis was about half-erect and his balls were slightly high and tight. "Morning wood," she said to herself. Morning erections were one of those things that Sharon found really fascinating about boys and their bodies. An erection without any consciousness or sexual stimulation. And even more, he had an erection even after an evening of sex. David had cum three times before they had curled up together and he had fallen asleep. She had cum five times last night at least. She wasn't sure how to count her own orgasms as they came in waves. With a boy, there was no question. He either came or he didn't. And using condoms, the evidence of orgasm was right there. The last rubber that they had used was lying on the floor on David's side of the bed. She hadn't remembered him slipping it off. But she understood that it wasn't something that any boy would want to wear all night after cumming. Even it was possible to keep one on after an orgasm. Which she doubted. Then Sharon thought about what she had read about boys and morning erections and wet dreams. One thing she thought that she knew for sure. With regular sex, David wouldn't be having any wet dreams. She must ask him about those, though.

David stirred. She sat on his side of the bed and gave his penis a light stroke with her finger. It grew harder. But the stroking of her finger was also waking him up. He opened his eyes. He looked unfocused at first. She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the mouth. He reached out and pulled her closer. Sharon rolled over him and lay down where her front was pressed into his back. David could feel her breasts against his back. Her hand reached around and cradled his balls. He turned over to face her.

"Morning, sleepy head," she said, "How are you feeling?".

"Um, great," David replied.

"Always a man of few words," she teased, "Would you mind getting two cups of coffee from the kitchen? I need some caffeine. And you look like you need a cup too. Maybe we can walk to breakfast in a few? I'm starving."

"Sure," David mumbled, "The pizza wore off." He was still too groggy to be focused on his stomach

But he picked himself up and sat on the edge of the bed. No reason to put anything on just to get coffee. Besides, who knew what might happened before breakfast?

"Before I go downstairs like this, you aren't expected your brother to stop by this morning, are you?," David asked with a grin.

"No, shy boy, my brother shouldn't be sitting downstairs to see you flash past," she replied. But then remembering something, Sharon added, "I almost forgot. I told him that I would meet him sometime today to look over an assignment that he is working on. If I can reach him now, do you mind if he joins us for breakfast? That way, I can get that out of the way and we can get back to business right in this bed."

"Fine with me," David answered.

"You get coffee. I'll call him now to see if he can join us for breakfast. That diner on 22nd, okay?", Sharon said.

"I like that place," David replied as he got up and started for the door.

It was strangely liberating to be walking downstairs again without any worry that one of her roommates might pop out suddenly and see him nude. Still, he went downstairs slowly and listened to make sure that he didn't hear anyone else in the house. It was quiet. He decided that he was being silly. Her roommates were definitely gone. And there was no one sitting in the living room, unlike last Saturday morning. He stopped at the downstairs bathroom to pee first.

In the kitchen, David poured two cups of coffee and checked the refrigerator for milk. There wasn't any. They would be drinking their coffee black this morning. He drank a glass of water as he was feeling dry after drinking so much wine last night. Then he walked back upstairs. His clothes were still in the living room but he didn't care. When he walked back into Sharon's room, she was just hanging up the phone.

"Jason says that he will join us for breakfast at the diner but he may be a little late," said Sharon, "He said that we should go ahead and order. I told him that we would probably be there in about 30 minutes. Just enough time for us to have our coffee and walk over there. I'm starving so we are definitely not waiting for him to order."

David agreed and handed her a cup. Sharon was seated cross-legged on the bed and motioned to him to sit next to her. He sat cross-legged too. They drank their coffee silently for a minute. Then Sharon said, "Alright, lover, let's get dressed and get some breakfast." Her clothes from last night were lying on a chair next to the wall. David sat and watched her dress. Her butt was not red like it had been last night. But it looked like it had the beginning of a light bruise forming in the middle of each cheek. Not too bad, but he wondered if it still hurt.

"Hey, how's your rear feeling this morning?," he asked.

"Like someone gave me a good paddling last night," she shot back and added, "It doesn't feel bad at all now, but I definitely felt it last night. So, how long after you were paddled at school, did you still feel the sting?".

"Um, it depended on who did the paddling and how it went, I guess?" David answered.

"What do you mean?", Sharon asked.

"Well, you know, if a teacher paddled me, that was one thing. If a coach paddled me, then it was usually worse," he replied.

She pressed, "Because the coach paddled you bare butt?".

"Yeah, that too. But also the coaches paddled harder. And not always bare butt," he added.

"Oh, I thought that you said that the coaches always paddled the boys bare in the locker room?", she said.

"Not always. Usually, I guess. But there were times when we got paddled inside the gym or other places when we got to keep our shorts up. Not that it made a lot of difference sometimes," he replied.

"Why no difference? If you got to keep your shorts up, wouldn't that help?", she shot back.

"A little. But remember, that is just one layer. We wore just a jockstrap under our gym shorts. So getting paddled like that would be like being paddled over our underpants. Which sometimes happened too in the locker room," David said.

"I guess that's right. Well, you might have to experiment sometime to check out the difference," Sharon replied.

"I thought that one paddling might be enough of an experiment for you. Didn't that hurt a lot?," he asked.

She added, as she pulled on the last of her clothes, "It did. But it was what I deserved. And besides, if you boys could take it, then I can take it."

David felt guilty at that comment. He hadn't told her that he had broken their deal too. The moment to have done that was last night before she asked him to paddle her. But he would make it up to her somehow. They had a full day to spend in bed once they had breakfast. If she was willing.