I woke up to the feeling of someone watching me. I opened my eyes and Tabby was sitting on the bed, cross-legged and nude, a sly smile on her face.
"Well, good morning, Tabby Cat," I croaked, wiping the sleep from my eyes.
"Good morning," she replied softly. "Did you have a good sleep?"
"Very," I admitted.
"Me, too," she agreed, giving me a big grin. "So good."
She put her hand on my waist and slowly moved her fingers to my cock, quickly waking it up. She giggled and watched while it swelled, jerking her hand away when it twitched, then wrapped her hand around it. Her hand stroked up and down, bringing me to full erection in seconds.
"I want to play with you," she announced, moving around on to her side and laying her head on my waist with her back to me.
I reached out and put my hand on her hip, gently rubbing the smooth skin, and felt her tongue flicker over the head of my cock. Her hand stroked slowly, going from top to bottom while her tongue circled my swollen tip, and she took me into her mouth. I moaned when her mouth closed around me and watched her head slowly move back and forth while she sucked me, pausing now and then to take a gasp of air. After a few moments, she pulled her mouth off and squeezed my cock, giggling as it swelled before her eyes.
"I love your cock," she praised. "It's like it was made for me."
She put her mouth on me again and began bobbing her head faster, pumping her hand while sucking the tip, and I warned her I was going to cum.
"Oh, fuck, Tabby... I'm going to cum."
She pulled her mouth off and pumped her hand quickly, letting out a little shriek and then giggling when the streams of hot cream splattered her face.
"Oh, always so much!" she gasped.
Her lips went over the tip and she took the last spurts into her mouth as my thighs quivered. She pumped and sucked until there was nothing left, pulling her mouth off with a slurp and letting my cock fall loosely.
"Oh, fuck, Tabby..."
Quickly she moved around until she faced me, smiling at me with cum spattered across her cheeks and dripping from her lower lip. She moved up and leaned her mouth over mine, hesitating until I grabbed her head and pulled her mouth to mine, and we shared a long, deep cum-covered kiss. When she pulled away she laughed, wiping her chin with the back of her hand.
"Oh, that is so fucking hot!" she giggled excitedly.
I reached up and wiped a droplet from her chin, chuckling and nodding my head in agreement.
"Yeah, it is."
She lay on top of me with her head on my stomach and ran her hand over my chest.
"This is better than I thought it would be," she mused softly.
"It's certainly unexpected," I added. "I had no idea you thought about me this way."
She smiled at me.
"For a long time," she admitted shyly, running her fingers ran through the hair on my chest. "I had a crush on you right away."
"I guess I didn't notice. I'm sorry."
She giggled and touched my chin.
"I know you liked me," she continued. "You always keep in touch, and ask me about everything, and tease me."
"I like you very much, Tabby Cat. I just... I'm ten years older than you. You are just starting out at University, you are going to meet people, and want to go do things. Besides, your mom..."
"Already knows," she giggled.
"What do you mean?"
"I talked with her about it before I asked to come see you," she explained. "She knows how I feel about you."
"Oh. Well, what did she say?"
"Just to not get my hopes up. She knows you care about me."
"I do," I admitted. "More than I thought, to be honest."
She smiled and plucked one of the hairs from my chest.
"Hey!"
She laughed and kissed the spot where the hair had been.
"What's for breakfast?" she asked smugly.
"How about you?" I teased, reaching my hand between her legs.
She giggled and moved her legs apart, giving me clear access. I ran my finger up and down her folds, stroking her gently before slipping my finger inside. Her eyes closed and she rested her head on me while I fingered her, rubbing the bottom of my palm along the top of her slit, and she moaned softly. Another finger joined the first and soon she was writhing and bucking with my fingers pumping in and out, her pussy wet and hungry for an orgasmic release. It came quickly, and when the quivering ended she let out a deep sigh.
"Oh, you are so good," she giggled. "You make me cum so hard."
I moved her off of my waist and climbed between her legs, putting my face between her thighs and running my tongue over her glistening slit. She gasped and giggled, grabbing my hair with both hands when my tongue burrowed between the folds and tugging it hard when I sucked her little nub between my lips. She climaxed in seconds, squealing in delight and pushing herself into my face until the orgasm waned. When her grip on my hair disappeared I moved up, giving her pert little nipples a suck before laying down beside her.
After a while, I got up and made coffee, and Tabby jumped in the shower. Thoughts of her comments ran through my head, and I was a little unnerved about how I was feeling toward her. None of the women I dated and had been with ever stirred up my insides like she did, giving me butterflies and thoughts of a future together. She surprised me when she tapped on the shoulder, making me jump.
"Haha, did I scare you?" she laughed. "I'm sorry!"
I chuckled and shook my head.
"Just surprised me."
"You were thinking about me, weren't you?" she asked seriously.
"Yes," I admitted.
"Good things?" she asked, giving me pouty lips and puppy eyes.
"Mostly," I teased.
The toast popped. I put it on a plate and placed it on the table next to the peanut butter, jam, and orange marmalade, gesturing for her to take a seat. She sat down, her top riding up on her thighs and showing the edge of her blue panties, and sipped from the mug of steaming coffee in front of her.
"You put cream and sugar in it," she announced with a smile.
"Yes, a splash and a spoonful."
"Just how I like it," she praised. "How sweet you are."
She munched on her toast while I went and showered. My mind raced with the different feelings and possibilities, and I decided that we had to talk more about this before it went any further. Despite my newly discovered feelings, I needed to let her go and experience life in her twenties. I dried off and pulled on jeans, checking the time. I wasn't taking her to her grandparents until late afternoon, so there was plenty of time to talk.
Tabby sat waiting at the table, sipping her mug and looking at her phone. I filled my mug and topped up hers before sitting down. She put her phone down and looked at me with a soft smile.
"I know what you're going to say. I'm much younger than you, I need to experience things. I know that, but I want to experience things with you."
"Look, Tabby. I have feelings for you, real feelings that I didn't expect. I need some time to sort things out."
"I get it. I didn't come here thinking we would fall madly in love, get married, and have children in one weekend. I just wanted to see how we both felt about each other."
I sat quietly, just listening.
"I have very strong feelings for you, Tom Cat. I always have, but now they are even stronger," she admitted softly. "I had to find out if they were real or just some fantasy crush. It's not a crush. I want to be a teacher, I want to go to University, and I want to experience new and exciting things, just as you said, but I could do that with you, couldn't I?"
"You could," I admitted. "You have time before University starts, let's take some time to think about things."
"I have been thinking."
"I know, but... I've been on my own for a long time. Sure, I have thought about finding someone special and having a family, but I'm ten years older than you are."
"Nine, technically," she corrected. "You're only ten years older than me for two months."
I chuckled and nodded in agreement.
"Okay, nine."
"The idea scares me, too," she admitted. "I am younger than you, and you have much more experience with things than I do. What if you meet someone else? Or get bored of me while I do my schooling? It takes up a lot of time. What if one of your old girlfriends shows up?"
I smiled and nodded my head. She had been thinking.
"I admit, the idea of being in love with you does scare me, Tabby. I don't want to hurt or disappoint you."
"I feel the same way."
We sat and sipped our mugs in silence for a few minutes, each buried in our thoughts. The fear of being in love with her was real, the fear of it not working out daunting. I had been in a few relationships, none that ended well, but these feelings had not been there. I wanted to nurture her, protect her, hold her, and love her. I wanted to make babies with her and raise a family together. It was only two days and all these thoughts swirled in my mind. I needed to know what she was looking for.
"What would you like to do from here on, Tabby?"
"I... I don't really know," she replied.
"You must have some idea of what you want?" I pressed. "You obviously came here with a plan of some sort."
She chewed her lips and looked into her mug, mulling over her words. I grabbed the pot and topped up my mug, then hers, and waited.
"I really didn't know how you would feel," she admitted. "Mom warned me that it might be nothing more than a fun weekend with you, so I kind of didn't think any further."
"Okay. So, now that you know I care about you very much, what would you like to do?"
I knew I was putting her on the spot, and she fidgeted in her chair.
"That's how relationships work, Tabby. You have ideas and expectations, you have to share them to see if the other person is of the same mind, and wants the same things."
"What do you want?" she asked, trying to turn it around on me.
"I want you to tell me what you want and expect from me if we do agree to be in a relationship."
She smirked, realizing I wasn't going to let her off the hook that easily.
“Well, I want your big banana,” she smirked.
I laughed.
“I want to be with you,” she continued. “I feel… I don’t know…. connected to you, I guess. It feels so… right, you know?”
I nodded, feeling the same way.
“What about school? You start this fall, you have a dorm room booked here, right?”
“Yes.”
“So you will have your place, and I will have mine.”
“I guess so…”
“So if we do start dating, we can see each other once or twice a week. Is that what you want?”