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I don't think I'm that great to look at, but apparently others do. I get stared at all the time, you know. We've talked about it.
"It's that I want to make something of myself so that I'm not just a 'babe.' Looks fade and men will always be staring at and yearning for the newer models, just like cars. That will happen to me too one day.
"But, I want to have my own life and my own career. I don't want to be a gewgaw on a man's arm, like a Rolex, something for him to show off. I know I want something more - and I know I have to go back to school to start to look for that."
She was hitting so many of the things I knew were true about her, I was almost at a loss for words. However, I knew it was my turn to say something. "Hey," I said to her, "you know, I think that's a great idea. Weren't you going to stop by school to get their schedule of classes for the spring?"
"Yeah, I did and I don't know how I'm going to do it, but I'm going to try to take a full credit load and continue to work. It'll be hard, I know, but I've got to try it, at least for one semester and see how it goes. I don't have a lot of confidence that I will succeed, but I'll see."
"Are you sure you want to jump in with both feet like that? Why not just take one or maybe two classes and see?"
"Each semester I delay is a semester longer I have until I get my degree."
I had to admit I agreed with that. I felt the same way about my MBA. I couldn't wait until it was over. It seemed to be taking forever, but the truth was I'd be done next May.
The last thing I remember was Simone hugging me with my dick buried in her groin.
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Though we were both early risers, having gotten to sleep so late I awoke around 6:45. She was still asleep. I quietly made my way to the bathroom and, still being a bit groggy, sat down on the toilet (hey, the seat was already down!) to pee.
I'd tried to imagine how Simone would age, what kind of degree she'd get, and where her education might take her. Looking at the book, just judging by its cover the only thing that came to mind was a model, a big tit model, a 'Miss Something or Other,' or a television or movie personality. It was true, everyone looked at her, men and women.
Yet, I don't think I'd ever met a smarter person. She was almost like one of those actresses in a movie where you're thinking to yourself: No nuclear physicist, neurosurgeon, or forensic anthropologist could possibly look that hot!
Who knows what she'll become? Whatever it might be I knew she'd do it in her own unique way.
I finished my business, took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, and quietly opened the door, thinking that an early morning roll in the sheets might be just what the doctor ordered. Simone, though, had another idea.
She was dressed in gym clothes and tying the laces on a pair of running shoes.
"Hey, good lookin'" I said to her, "What's cookin'?"
"Good morning," she said and came up to me for a morning kiss and a hug.
I said, "I slept great and just took a shower. I don't like going to the gym reeking of sex."
She rolled her eyes and then asked, "Are you ready for a workout?"
"You smell wonderful," I told her. "Let me get my stuff and I'll be ready in a minute."
She sat down on the bed and picked up a book she'd been reading earlier in the week. When I got my stuff together, I picked up my watch from the nightstand as she put the book back next to where it had been.
Her head was at eye level to my crotch. She leaned forward, gave my shorts a kiss and asked my cock, "How are you doing this morning? Are you ready for a workout, too?"
Just watching the top of her blonde head kissing my shorts got an erection started in no time.
"Hey, instead of a glass of juice, how about a throat of cock before we go?" she asked, but was already pulled down my shorts. Who was I to argue?
By the time I said something inane, like "Uh, sure, I guess, if you want.