Breakfast in Bed, and a talk about your relationship

The next morning finds you in your kitchen, humming happily to yourself as you prepare some warm porridge and coffee on a tray for your handsome lover. You haven't bothered dressing, and between your legs your thick cock is soft and satisfied after all the tender fucking you did of your new boy's butt last night. It's been a long time since you've felt this relaxed and pleased with yourself. Just knowing that handsome Richard is lying in your bed makes you giggle like a schoolgirl. He's still rather tender, and after a bit of coaxing, he agreed he should stay longer in your apartment this morning. At least until he could walk properly again.

With a pair of matching bowls and mugs on your tray, the sight making you sigh with delight, you practically skip back through into your bedroom. Richard's sitting up against a pillow, wriggling a little as he tries to get comfortable on his tender butt. He's naked too of course, his bare body exposed to your very appreciative gaze. When he sees you, he smiles tiredly, but the way his eyes light up at just the sight of you makes you feel so giddy and warm you can hardly stand it.

"Hey there, handsome boy." You coo. "I brought breakfast."

"A gorgeous woman bringing me breakfast in bed, when did I get this lucky?" He grins back at you. With a delighted chuckle, you sit down on the bed beside him and shuffle over until you're sitting right next to him, your long, muscled leg against his own. Soon, you're both sipping coffee and enjoying spoonfuls of warm porridge. You can't stop glancing at him as you eat, like part of you isn't quite convinced this could be real. You, Lucinda Black, have finally got yourself a boyfriend again! And not just any boy, but the handsome older professor you've been lusting after ever since you started working at this college. It makes you feel so happy you just can't stop smiling.

When both of you have finished, you set the tray down on your bedside table, and take this chance to grab Richard's hand firmly in your own. He glances at you, smiling faintly, but he seems distracted suddenly. You pause, wondering what could be wrong?

"So what now?" He asks. You raise an eyebrow questioningly. "I mean, what now for the two of us? Because I'm getting the sense you want this to be more than just a one-time thing."

"Of course I do." You squeeze his hand tighter. "Why wouldn't I?"

"It's just, there are complications." He sighs. You face falls, and you feel like your heart just collapsed inside your chest. Does he mean...he doesn't want to date you? Richard notices your distress and quickly snuggles closer. "It's not that, I definitely want to be with you, Lucy." He continues hurriedly, and you gasp with relief. "I just have to be honest with you too. You know I was married, right?" You nod. You spotted that annoying ring on his finger the first time you met. "Well, the divorce was only finalized a couple months ago. My ex did everything she could to drag it out. So many times she told me she hated me, but she just wouldn't let me go." Your handsome boy lets out a pained sigh, and you have a sudden vivid fantasy of beating his ex-wife to a pulp. "I just want to be clear that things are still kind of messy in my life right now. My ex and I had been separated a while even before, but things change when it becomes official. Especially now we're sharing custody of our daughter. Maybe it was a mistake to even ask you out right now, but when I realized you were single too I just had to take my chance. I'd understand if you didn't want to take this any further because of that." So he says, but when he glances at your face you can see the cute, pleading look in his eyes that tells you truth. He'd be miserable if you turned him down now. Fortunately, you have no intention of doing that.

"Don't worry." You smile, giving his hand another tight squeeze. "I want us to be together, nothing you just told me changes that."

"Thanks, Lucy." He breathes a shuddering sigh of relief, leaning in to rest with his head against your bare shoulder. It feels nice, like he's relying on you, just the way you want him to. "I was dreading that conversation all morning. My heart's still pounding."

"Oh, you poor boy." You coo, letting his hand go at last and slipping that arm around his shoulder to pull him closer against you. "Maybe you should stay here in my bed longer until you feel better? In fact, I think I must insist on it."

"Oh you insist, do you?" He chuckles. "Then I suppose I'd better listen."

"Good boy." You nod, giving his bare shoulder a nice, possessive little pat. He had you worried for a moment there, but everything's going just fine anyway. You don't much care about any annoying exes lurking in the background, beyond that one of them seems to have hurt your new boy quite badly. She can go fuck herself as far as you're concerned. He's yours now, and you don't plan on letting him go anytime soon.