Sunday Morning
I woke to the image of Danny’s sleeping face on the pillow across the room from me.
I got up quietly. Chubby jumped down off the bed with a crash. Danny didn’t wake.
I felt fine, I went to bed relatively early, and you don’t get a hangover with pot.
The sun was shining. I made coffee and cut up some fruit. Chubby and I sat on the deck and ate the fruit. Chubby loves bananas and apples the best.
Then we were preparing a real breakfast, muesli for me and chow for Chubby, when Danny emerged from the bedroom, just dressed in his stripy jocks.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning,” I said. There was Danny standing in front of me a vision of blond surfer boy in undies.
“Oh, I need some coffee.”
Danny has great muscular legs and as he stepped in front of me to get to the coffee machine, a really sexy arse on him.
“You missed a good night playing cards.”
He has a really thick sausage on him, which lay sideways in his jocks like a club. Well, I may have regrets, but I’m not dead.
The coffee machine whirred into life.
Danny caught me looking at his todger and smiled. “Eddie was winning all night, but right at the end Robo won and Ed was pissed,” said Danny. “He said he wasn’t, but Eddie can be a sore loser.”
“Too much booze, hey?”
“Too much booze leads to all sorts of trouble,” said Danny. He hit the coffee button and the coffee machine whirred again.
I was pretty sure that was a reference to me and my behaviour, but had no idea in what sense he was referencing it.
Chubby and I headed out onto the deck.
Danny joined us with coffee and toast.
“Are you staying down?”
“No, Chubby and are heading back soonish.”
“Pity,” said Danny. His eyes met mine and we locked gaze momentarily. If I didn’t know any better, I’d still say Danny was flirting with me. He smiled. Damn it, what are you saying. I looked away. “Do you mind if I hang here?”
“No, not at all. Just tidy up before you go, I don’t want Amanda on the phone to me. And you know where the hidy hole, oh that was pure Amanda, I winced, is for the key.”
“Thanks.”
“That’s cool, you know mum and dad would be cool with it.”
“Thanks.”
Then Danny did a slow sexy dance as he slipped into his wets suit in front of me. It seemed his bulging jocks were the last thing he pulled his wet suit over. He smiled, I reckon wantonly as he did it. Then he headed down to the beach through the Tea Trees with his surfboard.
I packed up with Chubby watching me intently, then we hopped in the car and headed home early afternoon.
I got up quietly. Chubby jumped down off the bed with a crash. Danny didn’t wake.
I felt fine, I went to bed relatively early, and you don’t get a hangover with pot.
The sun was shining. I made coffee and cut up some fruit. Chubby and I sat on the deck and ate the fruit. Chubby loves bananas and apples the best.
Then we were preparing a real breakfast, muesli for me and chow for Chubby, when Danny emerged from the bedroom, just dressed in his stripy jocks.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning,” I said. There was Danny standing in front of me a vision of blond surfer boy in undies.
“Oh, I need some coffee.”
Danny has great muscular legs and as he stepped in front of me to get to the coffee machine, a really sexy arse on him.
“You missed a good night playing cards.”
He has a really thick sausage on him, which lay sideways in his jocks like a club. Well, I may have regrets, but I’m not dead.
The coffee machine whirred into life.
Danny caught me looking at his todger and smiled. “Eddie was winning all night, but right at the end Robo won and Ed was pissed,” said Danny. “He said he wasn’t, but Eddie can be a sore loser.”
“Too much booze, hey?”
“Too much booze leads to all sorts of trouble,” said Danny. He hit the coffee button and the coffee machine whirred again.
I was pretty sure that was a reference to me and my behaviour, but had no idea in what sense he was referencing it.
Chubby and I headed out onto the deck.
Danny joined us with coffee and toast.
“Are you staying down?”
“No, Chubby and are heading back soonish.”
“Pity,” said Danny. His eyes met mine and we locked gaze momentarily. If I didn’t know any better, I’d still say Danny was flirting with me. He smiled. Damn it, what are you saying. I looked away. “Do you mind if I hang here?”
“No, not at all. Just tidy up before you go, I don’t want Amanda on the phone to me. And you know where the hidy hole, oh that was pure Amanda, I winced, is for the key.”
“Thanks.”
“That’s cool, you know mum and dad would be cool with it.”
“Thanks.”
Then Danny did a slow sexy dance as he slipped into his wets suit in front of me. It seemed his bulging jocks were the last thing he pulled his wet suit over. He smiled, I reckon wantonly as he did it. Then he headed down to the beach through the Tea Trees with his surfboard.
I packed up with Chubby watching me intently, then we hopped in the car and headed home early afternoon.
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