Breakfast!

Sam's eyes fluttered open at the same moment as Jake's. They had fallen asleep next to each other and spent the night intertwined.

"You're hungry." she said.

"I know." he replied with a smile.

Sam hopped out of bed and began to dress. She paused and swung around quickly, causing her breasts to jiggle wildly. "Yeah?" she said with a laugh.

"Yeah." Jake said, and broke out in a big goofy smile.

She jumped up with her arms in the air, causing even more motion in her chest. "That what you're looking for?"

Jake's grin got even wider.

Sam approached him, feeling a heat rising through her as her bare breasts approached his face. He leaned forward and buried his face between them, causing her to double over with laughter.

This was so much fun, Sam thought. She pulled back from him and kissed his forehead. "Breakfast first."

She gave her tits one last jiggle and went to put on her bra. She could feel Jake's eyes on her the whole time. Finally, she turned to face him. He was still undressed, sitting in bed.

Without thinking, Sam opened his drawer and grabbed a pair of jeans. As he stuck his feet out, she put each leg into them and pulled up the jeans like she had done it a thousand times before. As he stood, she came around behind him and pulled them up to his waist, reaching around to fasten the button and zip up the zipper.

She turned and pulled a button-up shirt out of his closet. Jake reached out his arms and she smoothly slid the sleeve over each of them. She stood in front of him and silently buttoned the shirt from the bottom up.

It was so intimate, knowing that she could become an extension of his will like that. At the same time, though, she was still Sam. She loved tech gadgets and kayaking and stargazing. She was sarcastic and funny and thoughtful.

Now that she could see herself from outside, she finally felt ok. She knew she was cute, and funny; she was charmingly innocent at times and shockingly coarse at others. She also had boundary issues and a tendency to avoid difficult conversations. She saw all of these things without judgement or fear, because she saw them through Jake and she loved them.

Alright, Sam thought. Enough of that sappy shit. Let's make some breakfast!

As she got out the ingredients for French toast, she hummed a tune she didn't know. She thought about how amazing her ass looked in these pants and turned around to see Jake staring at it. He looked up at her and smiled.

"So how are we gonna do this? We should still talk, right?"

Sam thought about it. "Yeah, I don't see any point in stopping. Even if we're on the same wavelength, it's nice to chat. And I know you love the sound of my laugh."

As she beat the eggs, she turned on the griddle. She put in a dash of cardamom - an old family secret. From Jake's family.

Sam thought about what it would look like to go out in public, which brought up another thought. "So this probably goes without saying, but just to clarify - we're an item, right?" She giggled a little bit at her use of the antiqued term.

"I'd say so, yeah."

"So where do you think should make our first public appearance?" She tossed the toast onto the griddle. "Where does the story of Jake and Sam begin?"