Going down memory lane

“That was what led to our first conversation wasn’t it?”

She grabs a bottle of water and takes a quick swig.

“You want some?”

“Yeah sure hand me a granola bar as well can you?”

“Here.” Hands me what I asked for “what were we talking about again?”

“First conversation”

“Oh right, I ran away because I was so embarrassed. Now look at me laying here naked with you letting you play with my breasts” she giggles

“Yeah and than when I was doing homework you came in and gave me tea with a plate of cookies as thanks man you couldn’t bake back than they were all burnt!”

“They were! But you still choked down a few of them to thank me and so I wouldn’t be too embarrassed. That was first moment that showed me you were a good person.” She cranes her neck around and gives a quick kiss.

“That’s nice Wendy. Say, I’m curious how are your eyes lilac? they’re really pretty”

“Oh you think it’s pretty?” She blushes “all the kids in school made fun of me for them. I was born with it, and since I was different they called me a freak. It really hurt.”

I stop fondling and groping her breasts and turn her around to face me.

“Wendy, it doesn’t make you a freak, I think it’s really pretty and it makes you special, not a freak.” I pull her in for a kiss, gently using my tongue to dance with hers.

“Thanks, John” after she moves away and giggles. “You always know what to say to make me feel good.”

“You want to just stay here until dinner or you want to go somewhere?”

“Let’s just stay here, I’m really tired.” She smiles

“Sounds good with me. I can barely walk thanks to you.”

“Me too” she giggles. “Actually, there is something that I want to try.”

“Yeah sure anything for you.” I smile

“I’ve seen you play chess with Thomas before I’ve been learning can you play me?”

“Oh hell yeah! I don’t know a lot of people to play with, so this should be fun. I’ll grab the board.” I climb out of bed and first but on some clothes. “You should probably put on some clothes so you don’t catch a cold here.” I throw one of my shirts and her underwear.

As she puts them on, I pull out the board bringing it to her.

“You want white or black?” Setting up the board “I’m good with any.”

“I’ll play with white, also why don’t we make this more interesting?” She says mischievously

“How? This isn’t strip poker.” I tease back

“How about who makes dinner?” Giggling

“Hey sounds fair to me best 2 out of 3? Winner choses the colour?”

“Sounds fair to me” she says playing e4