When Lauren woke up in the morning, she tried to make sense of where she was for a while. She was lying face down. The duvet cover was half open.
"Thisch! Thisch! Thisch!" babyish voices were coming from the baby radio, showing that Michelin had woken up but was not crying because she had found something to play with.
Remembering that she was naked, Lauren suddenly turned and sat down, pulling the duvet over her. She suddenly grabbed her waist with one hand when her aching back. When the night started to come to her mind, she covered her face with both hands and, "I have to apologize for speaking out about his sexual stamina," she muttered.
At that moment the bathroom door opened and Brendon came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was drying his head with a towel. He smiled and said, "Good morning."
"Good morning," Lauren replied with a pensive look. Then she remembered that she was naked and covered herself a little more. Brendon hung his towel around his neck and asked, "Are you cold? Are you shy?"
More embarrassed by the question, Lauren sank into the bed and said, "I ask my right not to prepare breakfast today, Mr. Walker."
Her sudden movement had increased her aching sides a little more. Brendon laughed, then replied, "As you wish, Miss Walker." Then he went to the dressing room.
Or rather, it was coming towards Lauren because the dressing room was on Lauren's side. Lauren pulled the bedding up to her head and waited for him to walk past her into the room. Feeling nothing moving, she pulled the cover off her head and let out the breath she had been holding.
"Good thing he didn't smile much before. What a "Good morning!" he said it!" she thought. It wasn't always possible to see his auburn hair wet and messy, and Lauren was happy to think she was the only person who could see him like that right now.
Lauren continued to lie down, facing away so they wouldn't face each other as he left the room. Seeing the unpacked condom box on the nightstand right next to her side where Brendon was sleeping, she involuntarily remembered what happened in this bed last night.
"Married people shouldn't be afraid of getting pregnant. And what was family planning?" He had left the package there and penetrated Lauren directly. Lauren was frightened by this retaliation at first because she thought Brendon was really angry, but then she remembered that it was a safe day.
Lauren realized that Brendon was acting at ease because he knew it was a safe day, too. She relaxed too and, Brendon felt the momentary relaxation and began to tap deeper with a more mischievous smile.
His ability to observe was tremendous. He spoke little, observed a lot and solved the problems in the shortest way, no matter how hurtful. He could have tried and persuaded Lauren last night with some sentimental and romantic bullshit. Besides, if Lauren hadn't been enraged, she might not have accepted it right away. Again, though loud, Brendon took the shorter route.
After the first lap, Brendon kissed Lauren from the waist to the neck as she lay on her face and buried her head in the pillow in embarrassment, "I was wondering... What was your hair color before the incident?" he had asked.
One hand slid down Lauren's hips to her waist. Lauren was used to the warmth of the hand that gripped her waist, though she tickled at first. "It was S-Yellow." she replied.
He had bitten Lauren's ear with an exclamation as if to say "Is that so?". Brendon would have liked to see the blonde Lauren, but he didn't want to ask any more and say something that would upset her.
Brendon's hand on her waist moved down to her navel with lighter touches, and this time he patted it, "There's something else I'm wondering." he said. Lauren lifted her head from the pillow she had buried herself in as the hand circling her belly slid even lower. On the other hand, "What is it?" she managed to ask.
"Immigrants have better eyesight and hearing than the normal population, right?" he asked. "Y-Yes." Lauren replied with a shudder.
Brendon didn't say anything for a while. Playing with Lauren's ear and neck, he had alerted all of Lauren's excitable downstairs. Then, "How sensitive are the senses of touch?" he asked and he joined her in oddly slow movements, and Lauren had an immediate orgasm. For the first time in her life she had an orgasm before a man. Of course, Brendon, who wasn't finished yet, hadn't let him go right away.
Lauren snuggled into the bed as Brendon left the dressing room. "I've never had a boyfriend who could do three laps in one night." she thought. Recollections prevented her from looking up. At that moment, Michelin's uneasiness came over the radio and she forgot the situation and suddenly got out of bed.
This time, her back was sore, so she was tight. Brendon, who was wearing his tie in the full-length mirror at the time, turned to ask her if she was okay. With little movements, Lauren straightened up and put on the dressing gown she had left over the ottoman ahead. She turned to him and said she was fine. Trying to ignore the fact that Brendon saw her naked in daylight, she went to Michelin's room without saying anything else.
As soon as Michelin saw her, she raised her arms to go to Lauren's lap. Lauren took her in her arms and said, "Good morning."
Michelin was holding Lauren's shoulder with one hand. She waved her other hand as if to say bye-bye and made cheerful noises. Lauren laughed and said, "You're doing it at the wrong time." Michelin started making cute squeaks.
Lauren was supposed to change Michelin's diaper, but she went out first, holding it in her lap. Brendon had picked up his briefcase from his desk and was about to leave. So, Lauren headed towards the door with Michelin.
Brendon said the gala dinner will start at nine o'clock and asked, "Where will I get you?"
"From home…" Lauren replied. Brendon checked his telecomputer and said, "Then I'll just have to pick it up at eight." He approached them and kissed Michelin on the head. One hand was on Lauren's hip at the time.
Seeing Lauren's widening eyes, he teasingly said, "I've kissed you enough for the night." Lauren responded to the challenge by turning her head the other way. He had touched her hips enough at night, but he was still touching her.
Brendon placed a kiss on Lauren's stripped shoulder and left the house. Not expecting this, Lauren stood at the door for a while. "What the hell is this guy holding inside…" she muttered, taking Michelin to clean her diaper.