Chapter 24: Chapter 24

KRISTIN

I have never been so relieved to see June leave the house. I must have acted so suspicious, hence her continuous probe to check if I am okay.

The universe be praised for allowing the numerous cups she swallowed to mess with her brain. What could or couldn't have happened if she remembered the incident of the previous evening?

I don't even want to think of that. Knowing June as much as I do, she would have pushed her luck, perhaps even worshipped my cock again.

Goodness, Kristin...

I palmed my face and sighed. I shouldn't be thinking of June in that manner. The universe has decided to give me another chance, a fresh slate to start on.

June doesn't remember going on her knees and slurping on my cock, and I am pretending not to also remember that: the perfect way to bury the incident as a mistake that would never repeat itself ever again.

With a sigh, I went into the kitchen in search of something to eat. Realizing that I had not prepared anything, I picked up my phone to order from one of the numerous food apps on my phone.

A call interrupted my search through a menu.

It was Edith. Had she gotten to the office yet?

"Hey, Edith."

Her voice filtered over the phone, soft and responsive, "Hi, Kristin. Are you home?"

"Yeah, I'm home. I'm thinking of leaving for the office but I feel a bit lazy."

She chuckled, the sound coming out like the lovely sound of a violin. "I am on my way to the office, but I will first come over to drag you out of that house."

The thought of having someone as a company after so many 'incidents' made me joyful.

"I will be waiting."

When the call ended, I looked around the sitting room to be sure no item would make me seem rowdy or uncultured.

While dusting the chairs, I noticed a shoe woefully abandoned by June behind one of the couches.

I sighed, picked it up, and marched to her room, exhaling in relief after realizing that she didn't lock her door, I pushed myself in and dumped the misplaced item close to her bed.

I turned back to leave, I swear I did, but a lacy material on the bed drew my attention. It was a red underwear, thin in the middle and a bit wide around the ass part.

To my surprise, my hands moved to my face. I sniffed it. Why does it seem my body is the one in control of me nowadays?

It carried June's natural scent and a warm waft of feminism that I was familiar with. Considering my fondness for intimacy with ladies without attachments, I know a lot about feminine scents.

I took another sniff and sighed in contentment. The feeling was heavenly, beautiful, and warm.

The third sniff had my dick springing to life. I unzipped my pants, grunted softly, and wrapped the underwear around my erect flesh. A soft groan escaped me. It was like wrapping June around me, wrapping her pussy around my cock.

Fuck!

My brain turned mushy and I wasn't ready to back down. Hell, I needed to touch myself and get rid of the tension I was unable to let out at the hotel yesterday.

"Ah, June," I murmured, gently moving the material over my shaft. I pulled it up to my face again, this time, noting the indistinct waft of male warmth I was leaving on it. A little of the precum on the tip of my cock was smeared on a side of the material. I exhaled softly and smeared it into the underwear, muttering curses of approval.

I was about to sit on the bed and take myself to an intense level of pleasure when a knock sounded on the door.

Edith! I had almost forgotten that she was coming!

I threw the red thing back onto the bed and tucked my dick into my pants before running to the sitting room.

"I'm coming!" I called out while fixing my fly. After arranging myself—to the best of my ability—I opened the door, smiling brightly.

"Good morning," Edith greeted, her smile radiating all over the front porch.

"Good morning, Edith. Come in."

She settled on a couch while I exhaled to keep my thoughts in check.

Today, she wasn't on any makeup, just a mild lipstick that left a little peach on her lips. Her hair was tied behind her in a ponytail, exposing two emerald earrings.

To think that Edith would look so classy in a simple black gown that hugged her body and no makeup at all is fascinating. She has always been the type to look good—more than good—while putting in little or no effort.

"I'm guessing June must have gone to school."

I nodded. "To my relief, yes."

She chuckled, her voice echoing merrily into the corridors. "You may think she's a bother now, but by the time she leaves your house to get married, you will miss her. It's always that way."

Married? I hadn't thought of that. So, June would eventually leave my house and how.... after... some man — A husband!

"Are you going to the office today?" She asked, interrupting me from my thoughts.

"I... I don't know yet. I just realized moments ago that I haven't prepared anything to eat. I was about to order something before your call came in." Her lips moved to say something but I beat her to it, "Oh, forgive my manners. What do I offer you?"

"Kristin, I'm not a visitor. You know that." She sighed, got up, and looked around. "Where is the kitchen? What do you have that I can cook?"

"Oh no, Edith. You don't have to worry about that. I won't task you with something like—"

"I offered. You didn't ask me. Now, where is the kitchen?"

I sighed in defeat and pointed her in the direction of the kitchen.

"There?"

She was soon going through the fridge and pantry, checking what was available. I had no idea there were so many options to cook from until I saw her bringing out things I couldn't remember putting there. The kitchen island was soon half full with ingredients and foodstuffs.

"Edith, I don't want to bother you with this," I complained.

"You can stay there and whine all you want. I will leave when I'm done cooking."

Of course, Edith doesn't back away from something until she had gotten what she set her mind on.

I leaned on the door. Breakfast and someone to keep my company is an offer too good for me to reject...