Sausages for breakfast.

The smell of cooking meat and fresh brewed coffee fills your nose. You open your eyes and see an unfamiliar ceiling. You panic for a bit before remembering that you slept in Melissa's bed last night. Rolling out of bed, you get dressed and make your way downstairs as quietly as possible.

A loose floorboard betrays you by creaking loudly. "Morning sleepyhead!" A cheery voice calls to you. "Come into the kitchen. I hope you like your eggs scrambled!"

You blow a soft raspberry and go to the kitchen. You immediately turn red and face the wall out of embarrassment, because Melissa's cooking breakfast wearing only a Y-back and an apron. "Um...I can come back in a few if you want to get dressed," you stammer.

"There's no point in being modest now. You've already seen me naked." Melissa laughs and sets down a plate of sausages, eggs, toast, and tomatoes for you. She walks back to the counter, making sure that each step makes her ass bounce. "Eat up before it gets cold."

Still facing the wall, you shuffle awkwardly towards the table. You sit down and stare intensely at your plate, like it's a mysterious piece of art that needs to be deciphered. Melissa comes back with the coffee pot and pours it out for you, leaning heavily next you, making you very aware of her cleavage again. She kisses you on the cheek before walking back to the stove, to flip some pancakes. "Thank you," you mutter, before diving into your food.

To your surprise, you're very hungry. You wolf down your food and drink the entire pot of coffee in no time at all. Burping into your fist, you lean back and sigh in content. But something's missing...