Fuck it. Jack didn’t care if she saw him, and he had started to realize he had nothing to be ashamed of. Jack pulled the covers back and stood up.
Jack’s cock was at half-mast and it flopped out, thick and long. He grabbed the pajama bottoms and slid them on, but not too quick. When he was covered, he said to Mirnda. “OK, it’s safe now.”
“Uh huh,” she replied with a sly grin. Jack walked across the room to the bathroom, realizing then that there was a full length mirror in his room and it was likely that she saw everything. The thought of this made him excited, but he got out of there quickly. After a few minutes, he returned to find Mirnda still in his room, folding his clothes and straightening up.
Mirnda looked wonderful and he noticed her robe had become unfastened a little, after all their cuddling.
Jack lay back down on the bed and watched her. She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled sweetly. She then turned around and leaned over, picking up a few stray socks. Just like the other day in the kitchen, he caught sight of one of her breasts and he got hard instantly. Jack felt an overwhelming urge to touch her just like before.
“How are you doing now?” she said, sitting down on the bed again. Her robe fell open slightly and her magnificent cleavage was there for him to see. Jack couldn’t help but stare and she obviously noticed, but didn’t move or cover up. Her light brown skin looked so perfect in the soft light and he felt his heart race.
“Mirnda, I…I want to thank you for everything you do for me. You’re…”
“That’s OK, Jack. You don’t need to thank me. I’m very fond of you and I enjoy taking care of you,” Mirnda replied. “You know, I’m surprised Kazal called it off with you. You’re a very impressive young man,” she went on. Jack wondered what she meant by that. Was she referring to my dick that she had probably just seen? He lay there for a second or two, thinking.
“Well, she said she wasn’t ready…er…”
“For sex?” Mirnda asked.
“Yeah,” He said, feeling embarrassed. Embarrassed that she knew he was still a virgin.
“So, you guys never…?” she went on, with a sensitive voice.
“No, though a couple of times, she…um…” Jack was about to say, “gave me a hand job,” which was true, but he stopped himself. Mirnda gathered his meaning.
“And did you enjoy that, Jack?”
“Yes, of course, it was…” Jack couldn’t find the words. He looked at Mirnda and his hand landed on her hip. She smiled sweetly and he gave her waist a gentle squeeze.
“Well, I’m sure she wasn’t disappointed,” Mirnda said, looked away and blushed. She was definitely referring to the size of his cock, which he guess was pretty big. Jack didn’t say anything in reply, just sighed and shrugged, but he felt great. He had a big dick and Mirnda had noticed. “So, Jack, you feeling OK now? Still feeling lonely?”
“Not when I’m with you,” Jack replied. It was a cheesy line, but it was true. Mirnda smiled, but he started to feel awkward. And extremely aroused. She leaned over a little and stared off into space. Her robe had fallen open a little more and Jack could see most of one of her tits, buxom and beautiful. He took my hand off her waist and stroked her arm, then her shoulder.
“Mmmm, that feels good,” Mirnda said as he massaged her a little. Jack took that as a positive sign to continue.
“Do you want a massage, Mirnda?” Jack asked, meekly. As if snapping out of a dream, she looked at him with a funny expression.
“Now, now, Jack. Do you really think that’s appropriate?”
Jack was feeling bold and didn’t stop touching her shoulder and arm. “Sure, why not?” He said nonchalantly.
Mirnda didn’t respond at first, just looked at him. Jack massaged her neck a little, then back to her shoulder, but under her robe this time. This caused it to fall down off her shoulder revealing her breast a tiny bit more, but she didn’t do anything. Maybe she didn’t notice, or maybe it’s what she wanted. Jack remembered that he had thought she had an exhibitionist streak.
Jack felt increasingly turned on, and Mirnda didn’t seem to mind him touching her, so he ran his finger down her neck to her chest then down in between her bosoms. She didn’t move, so he kept his finger there, firmly lodged between her hefty, delicious jugs.
“And what exactly do you think you’re doing, young man?” Mirnda looked at him and asked.
Jack didn’t move his finger, but placed two more fingertips on her divine flesh. He didn’t want this feeling to end, it was so magical.
