Episode 32
Episode 32
How About Those Waffles
JACK
There was a weight of some kind pressing directly on my chest as I slowly started to come out of dreamland. A purring rumble entered my sleepy brain as I opened my eyes to find myself face-to-face with a black cat with striking yellow eyes.
I stared at it, and it, in turn, stared at me.
“Um, hello there, furry friend. Are you a nice kitty or a mean one?”
The animal brought its face closer to mine, and I held perfectly still. I did not want to be attacked by a strange cat by startling it. To my surprise, it rubbed its forehead against mine, the purring sound increasing in volume.
“You’re a nice cat.” I lifted my hand and stroked its silky body from head to tail.
In response, it rubbed more of itself against my hand, demanding more pets. I was happy to oblige. I liked animals, but didn’t have time for them back home since I spent most of my time at work.
I sat up and cradled the cat in my lap as I looked around Summer’s bedroom. The woman herself was nowhere to be found. The bathroom door had been left ajar, and I couldn’t hear any sounds that would suggest she was close. I glanced over to the end tables. No clocks. I continued to scan the room; she didn’t have a single timepiece anywhere. Perhaps she used her phone as an alarm. I had a clock in every room back home so I wouldn’t be late. I doubted my free-spirited fiancée would have the same philosophy.
I grinned at the thought of Summer. My fiancée. The woman was something to behold. When she dropped her robe last night, baring her naked body without a hint of concern about her nudity, I fell a little in love with her. That kind of confidence was inspirational and incredibly attractive. Granted, her body was insane. Breasts that were a nice handful, rounded hips, soft stomach, and toned legs that I fantasized wrapped around my waist more than once. She wasn’t a hardbody gym type girl, but she wasn’t all soft either. She was perfect for me. Which made me eager to see how she was fairing this morning. I looked forward to finding her and seeing what was in store for the day. With a woman like Summer and her family, all I knew was that it would be interesting.
Smiling, I went to move the cat off me and it meowed loudly and dug its claws into my shirt in objection.
“You want to come with me?” I curled my arm around its lithe form and scooted out of bed and cradled it in my arms as I went to the bathroom, setting him or her down on the vanity so I could do my business. The cat waited patiently for me to do my thing, brush my teeth, and wash my face before it meowed a demand.
Maybe it was hungry. “Did your mom forget to feed you?” I scooped it back into my arms and headed out of the room and down the three flights of stairs. “I’ll find your food bowl and check it out,” I promised the cat.
To my delight, it meowed a couple times in response.
When I made it to the kitchen, I noted coffee was already brewed and the cabinet where mugs were housed was wide open, clearly an invitation to make myself a cup.
My cat friend jumped from my arms onto the counter, and I set about pouring myself coffee. I went to the fridge and found some milk, adding a hefty dose before putting it away and closing the cupboard.
The cat bolted to the floor and went over to what I assumed was a door that led to the garden or backyard as Americans called it. I frowned as the cat scratched at the door and meowed, which was also when I heard the sound of female laughter coming from outside.
I smiled at the noise and opened the door. The cat walked out as I exited. It looked up at me, waiting, seemingly expecting something. I realized the cat wanted me to pick it up and hold it again. I chuckled as I scooped up my new friend once more, coffee in one hand, lazy cat in the other as I set about finding my bride.
Two distinct female voices could be heard as I walked along a winding path that led deeper into the yard. There were towering trees, intricate bushes, crawling green vines, and lush flowering plants everywhere the eye could see. Someone had not only a green thumb, but fully green hands if the wonderland I was walking through had been done by one person. Summer was a horticulturist, and her business was plants. If she could do all of this in her own yard, I couldn’t wait to see what her business created.
I came to a fork in the path where there was a little wooden sign with two arrows. One arrow said: There be dragons that way , the other: Be nice to the gnomes.
I chose the gnomes on instinct that led to a path with a variety of garden gnome ornaments in varying poses. One was meditating, another climbing a tree, one hung from a branch, another sat on the edge of a small trickling fountain. It was bizarre, unlike anything I’d encountered before, but also charming and entertaining to look at. There was something special and unique in every little nook and cranny, whether it be a small statue of a toad, a stack of painted rocks, a suncatcher, even a little pond that was home to orange, white, and black koi fish swimming peacefully.
This place was an escape from reality, a breath of fresh air, a way to connect with nature without having to leave your own house. It was damn impressive and made me wonder what Summer would do with my homes. I looked forward to seeing what she could come up with to make them more cozy and less minimalist.
Finally, I came upon my girl who was bent in half, pointing at the dirt where Autumn had dug a hole. Summer was wearing a tiny slip dress that rode up showing a tiny bit of cheek, her long bare legs on full display. I had to grit my teeth as the sunlight shown straight through the flimsy white cotton and outlined the pert shape of her breasts and erect nipples.
“No, I think it would look better there,” Summer instructed, her bare feet and knees covered in dirt and bits of mulch. She’d obviously been at this for a while.
“Ohh, good idea. Then I’ll encircle it with the river rocks I gathered last week. It will look awesome,” Autumn gushed.
“Totally, sis. That is badass! Look at you, coming up with all the cool ideas,” Summer stated with appreciation.
Autumn looked at Summer and smiled sweetly. “It’s because I have an excellent teacher.”
Apparently the two of them could stop bickering long enough to actually be kind to one another. This dynamic was curious to say the least.
“Which reminds me, you were going to show me exactly where on the foot to press in order to loosen the muscles in the lower back.” Summer lifted her dirty foot and placed it on her sister’s bare knee. Autumn didn’t so much as blink at the move, and instead grabbed Summer’s foot, flexed it and pressed her fingers into a specific spot.
“How about right there?” Autumn asked while manipulating the arch of Summer’s foot.
“Gaaaawwwwd, right there. For goddess’ sake that feels good.” She groaned in appreciation, rubbing her lower back.
I had to hold my breath and grit might teeth in order to not get hard. Seeing my woman backlit by the sun, her beautiful breasts outlined by the thin garment, her body arched, those stunning legs looking a mile long…
I cleared my throat right as the cat meowed and both women turned toward me.
“Morning ladies,” I grunted, hoping my semi-hard cock wasn’t visible behind my pants since I couldn’t hold a cat, and a cup of coffee, and hide my response to such an enticing visual.
“I see you’ve met Rebecca,” Summer smiled wide, her sun-kissed face looking even more beautiful free of all makeup, her hair a wild halo of blonde waves catching the light. She removed her foot from Autumn’s knee.
“We’ve become friends.” I nuzzled the top of the cat’s head with my chin, and it purred loudly as Summer moved to meet us, her breasts bouncing delectably against the scrap of relatively sheer cotton she wore.
Summer stopped a foot in front of me and stroked the cat’s head. “Yeah, well, Rebecca has good taste in men,” she winked.
Rebecca … I chuckled, now understanding where she’d come up with the fake name. “Great name.”
Summer lifted her hand and brushed back the layers of my hair, staring me in the eyes as she rose on her toes and pressed her mouth to mine. She tasted like sunshine and sugar as she flicked her tongue over my bottom lip and sighed.
When she pulled away, she took the cup of coffee and helped herself to a long sip. “Mmmm, needs sugar.” She handed it back to me as if drinking from my cup wasn’t incredibly intimate.
“Hi, Jack.” Autumn waved as Summer looped an arm around my waist.
“Morning. Looks like the two of you have been busy.”
Summer shrugged. “Had an itch to do some earthing. Autumn heard me poking around and we slipped into old habits. Sorry you woke alone in a strange place. I was going to make coffee, then feed Rebecca, but I saw my hummingbird feeders needed to be filled as well, and then my fish needed some food, and a few weeds had sprouted up and well…” She smiled. “Sometimes I get swept away by it all.”
“It’s okay. Do you want to go get breakfast?” I asked. The stew was good last night, but I needed sustenance first thing in the morning.
“I could make waffles. I don’t do pancakes. I don’t like ‘em,” she added randomly.
“Wait, aren’t pancakes and waffles made the same way, but one is pressed into a mold and the other cooked flat? How can you like one but not the other?” I asked.
“Texture is weird for her. She’s always been like that,” Autumn interrupted while wiping her filthy hands on her shorts.
Summer just shrugged and grinned. “Come on, Jacky, let me get you fed. Then how about I take you to our farm?”
“Sounds like a plan. Autumn, will you be joining us?” I hoped she’d decline.
“Nope, it’s time for me to open the store. Have fun. Rebecca!” she called out, and the cat bolted out of my arms and raced off to greet Autumn. The cat then leapt into the air, landing right on Autumn’s shoulder where she caught her so she wouldn’t fall. “Morning, girl. Let’s go sell some helpful items to people that need them,” she murmured to the cat.
Summer took my free hand and led me back down the winding path to the house.
“Is the cat yours or Autumn’s?”
“Mmm… She’s technically mine, but I’m always gone during the day, so she hangs with Autumn in the store. The customers love it. Rebecca loves it. And my sister has a friend. She doesn’t like being alone all the time.”
“What about her girlfriend?”
Summer rolled her eyes. “Her girlfriend thinks her store is too stinky from the homemade candles, herbs, and incense she sells. I think it’s because she’s a stick-in-the-mud who doesn’t give two figs about how my sister tries to help others find healing through homeopathic, holistic, and pagan remedies.”
“Nonbeliever, eh?” I chimed in as I followed her back into the house.
“It’s not a requirement to be a believer of the pagan faith to be a part of this family. But it is required to be considerate, compassionate, and respectful of the things we believe. Not to mention how hard we work. My sister is incredible and an expert healer. She has a bachelor’s degree in biology. She’s a certified yoga teacher. And she’s a registered herbologist. Autumn is no slacker. Her system of healing the body and soul is just different than some, but no less valid or important. Raquel doesn’t see it that way. She thinks Autumn is wasting her time on the store instead of getting a job at some college. And Raquel hates where Autumn lives. Probably because it’s connected to me.”
“Autumn seems pretty happy and well adjusted.” I set my now empty coffee mug on the counter and refilled it. Then I took another cup down and poured coffee for Summer, making sure to add milk and sugar as she mentioned about mine when she stole a sip.
I handed her the mug after she hefted a waffle maker onto the counter.
“She is. We may bicker a lot, but she’s one of the kindest people I know. And I don’t think Raquel is worthy of her.”
“I’ll take your word for it. So, after waffles, we’re headed to the farm?”
Summer’s entire face lit up as she spun around, the little white dress floating out and back down. I couldn’t resist cornering her against the counter and curling my hands around her hips. “Do you often garden in flimsy dresses like this?” I lifted my hand and traced the spaghetti strap, pushing it so it fell down her shoulder, more of her plump breast becoming visible as the fabric caught at her bicep.
“I do. I’m guessing you like what you see…” she taunted, letting the other side slip off her shoulder until the fabric was barely clinging to the top of her breasts.
I lifted my hands and cupped both mounds, grating my thumbs across her nipples. She gasped and arched into my hands wantonly.
This woman. She didn’t hold back. She gave herself fully to everything she experienced.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” I dipped my head and kissed the fleshy tops of her breasts, running my tongue along the surface.
“And you, husband-to-be, are very talented with those fingers,” she panted as I rubbed at both hardened peaks.
I hummed and dragged the fabric lower until I was able to get at one lovely pale pink nipple, which I sucked heartily. She cried out when I tugged hard and deep, flicking my tongue against the sensitive tip.
Her fingers threaded through my hair, her hands keeping me at her breasts. I had no plans on leaving these perfect tits until I’d gotten my fill.
Summer hiked a leg up and around my hip, bringing our bodies closer. I cupped her ass with one hand and spun her around until I was able to lift her up and onto the small four-seater table in the corner. The fabric of her mini dress fell to her waist gifting me an open view of her perfect upper body.
I palmed both breasts and sucked at each nipple, switching from one to the other. Summer tightened her legs around me and shoved a hand between us, her nimble fingers going straight inside my pajama pants where she palmed my erection masterfully.
I moaned around her breast, pressing her upper body until she lay down on the table. Her hair spread out across the wooden surface, and I watched as her wet nipples glistened in the golden light of the morning.
“ Helvete ,” I cursed, and she smiled.
I slid my hand down between her breasts and over the soft fabric. I pushed up the bottom of the dress and dragged a knuckle over the damp cotton between her thighs. She mewled when my knuckle grazed her clit, so I put my thumb there and circled it to tease her.
Her body practically shot off the table as I manipulated the little knot and watched her breasts bounce along with her ragged breaths.
“So good,” she whispered and closed those pretty eyes, then stretched her arms above her head.
I’d just curled my fingers around the edges of her panties in order to remove them when there was a quick knock at the door, followed by Autumn barreling in.
She saw our compromised position, my dick tenting my pants, her sister laid out mostly bare on the table and her eyes widened, then she spun around. “Shit, fuck, I’m so, so sorry. Dad called me. Said he needed to talk to you right away and…jeez. My timing is shit!” She waved a hand. “Just call Dad. He said he tried to call you several times already.” Autumn bolted out of the house, slamming the door in her wake.
“Well, that’s one way to kill the mood,” Summer started laughing hysterically while pulling up her dress.
I was not far behind her. This family was something else.
She grinned. “How about those waffles?”
“Perfect,” I agreed, still laughing.