The Second First Morning Together

Title: The Second First Morning
Author: FrancklyScarlett
Summary: The morning after their first night together.
Rating: NC17
Pairing(s): M/F
Feedback: Desired
Characters: Jean, Lionel, Stephen, and a cat
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and I'm not making any money from this. This disclaimer applies to all chapters.

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Lionel opened his eyes and it took a second to recall where he was. In Penny and Stephen's bed. With Jean. She was so close to him he barely had to turn his head to touch her forehead. I will not fall in love, he commanded himself as he brushed his lips along her eyelids and cheeks and jaw and neck; his hands gently caressed her shoulders and arms.

"Good morning", she murmured in a voice dusky with sleep.

"Good morning." He raised his head to kiss her then stopped.

"What?"

"I haven't brushed my teeth yet", he said.

"Neither have I."

"Oh well then", he said and they kissed.

"On second thought." They laughed easily with each other.

"You go first", Jean said.

Lionel got out of bed and looked around the room. "Have you seen my pajamas?" Jean shook her head but crawled under the covers.

"Found them!" She emerged from beneath the covers with his wadded up pajamas and her nightgown in hand. "What time is it?" she asked through a yawn as she handed them to Lionel.

"Ah, thanks. It's just six." Lionel put them on and left the room. "Back in a minute."

Jean rose and put on her robe, not bothering with her nightgown. She shivered with anticipation at the prospect of a morning in bed with Lionel; already a pleasant throbbing had begun between her legs. Quickly she plumped the pillows and straightened the bed covers. In the hallway she encountered Lionel.

"Don't be long", he whispered in her ear. While he waited for her, he kept reminding himself not to fall in love and disarrange his life. On her return Jean made sure to lock the door and draped her robe on the chair, next to Lionel's pajamas, then she got into bed and snuggled up to Lionel.

"Now I shall kiss you good morning", he said suiting the action to his words.

"Mmm, much better", Jean agreed. They lay facing each other, touching each other, remembering and relearning the contours of each other's body.

"Last night was wonderful. You were wonderful."

Jean's smile lit up her face. "I was nervous", she said.

Lionel looked at her in surprise. "Why ever for?"

"Because the last time we made love I was 19. I didn't want you to be disappointed."

Lionel chuckled. "I was nervous too; afraid you'd think me less attractive; afraid I might not last." He kissed her. "For the record, I was not in the least disappointed."

"Neither was I", she said in a low voice.

"Oh that's a relief", he said with a smile.

He let her go and reached for Jean's tube of lotion. "Turn over." He knelt alongside her and squeezed lines of lotion along her back and began to massage her skin.

Jean surrendered to the pleasure of Lionel's hands on her body. It was erotic and comforting at the same time. Her nipples became taut and she squirmed in pleasure against the bed. "I always loved your back rubs. Your hands were so strong and very gentle."

"And now?" he asked.

"Even more so."

The smile she gave him made him catch his breath. The lotion had long disappeared into her skin but Lionel didn't stop; he stroked and kissed her back and bum and legs, making her shiver and purr with delight at his touch. Jean turned over, offering her breasts for him to massage and reached out and fondled his erection that grew as she slid her hands up and down the length of his hardness. Only their eyes remained still, locked on each other, while their hands explored each other, insistently rediscovering each other, making them move and moan with pleasure.

Jean slid down Lionel's body; hungrily she took him in her wet mouth, her tongue circling the length and breadth of his cock, dipping into the tiny opening at the crown. The pleasure was overwhelming and Lionel could only moan in delight. Jean's tongue and lips and teeth drove him wild with desire; her hands caressed his balls and slipped beneath his body to bring him closer to her. Breathing heavily she released him from her mouth and rubbed his cock on her face.

In the hallway on his way back from the bathroom, Stephen heard the sound of Jean and Lionel fucking and stood by the bedroom door listening intently. His cock responded to the sounds emanating from his bedroom, from his bed, and his hand wandered beneath his pajama bottoms to stroke himself. Lucky old Lionel, he thought. He'd always fancied Jean and wondered what it she'd be like in bed. I knew she liked fucking he thought when he heard her moans. He closed his eyes, leaned against the wall and let his imagination soar. He had his cock buried deep inside her wet pussy, thrusting in and out of her warmth and wetness until he exploded, his cum filling her as she hugged him close to her body shuddering with orgasmic relief.

"You taste so good", she whispered. She renewed her attentions to his gorgeous cock, her hands and mouth teasing him to the point of bursting. Her throat contracted around his engorged shaft and she tasted Lionel's pre-cum. Over and over she brought him to the point of orgasm then let him relax until he could stand it no longer.

"Oh God, Jean! I need to be inside you now!" Lionel grabbed her and rolled on top of her. His cock, unguided by their hands, pushed into her moist and swollen pussy. For a brief moment he enjoyed the sensation of being completely surrounded by her and then he could hold himself still no longer. Lionel began thrusting in and out, making Jean cry out as her pleasure built. Lionel pulled her closer, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him; there was space between them only when he thrust upward.

Stephen came imagining it was Jean's cunt wrapped around his cock instead of his own hand. His cum splashed his hands and the carpet. Stephen sagged against the wall as his breathing returned to normal. The cat slinked by with her tail in the air; she licked the carpet clean of Stephen's cum. "Well, Miranda, I suppose you're the only pussy in this house that's interested in my spunk." He offered his fingers to Miranda and when she'd done cleaning them he let her lick his cock clean, the rough surface of her tongue making him hard again. Stephen returned to the bathroom where he jerked off and came again while picturing Jean sucking and fucking him.

"Harder Lionel! Fuck me harder. Oh yes. Yes! Yes!" Jean's cries got louder as her orgasm shuddered through her. Lionel felt his balls tighten and his cum erupt into the best pussy he'd ever had, and his entire body shook with the force of his pleasure. They covered each other with wild kisses.

Oh God, I love her so much, Lionel thought as their bodies began to relax.

"I love you Lionel." Jean kissed his neck.

He brushed her hair back and kissed her face a thousand times. "I love you Jean."

Lionel was curled around Jean, an arm over her body holding her breasts. "How soon can we leave here?"

"Leave? I don't want to leave. I want to stay here all day with you. I thought you'd want to be with me too."

"I do want to be with you, but at my flat, not here. I want to spend the day making love with you in my bed where we can make as much noise as we want. I don't want to spend the day with Penny and Stephen."

"Oh, Lionel, that's a wonderful idea." Jean rolled over and began to caress Lionel. "As it's not yet 7 and we can't possibly get a train before 10, I have an idea as to how we can pass the time."