Questions for later.

"Regan..." That name has rung out in your mind for the past...what? Ten minutes? Fifteen? Twenty? How long doesn't truly matter, it's all you have thought about. Her telling you her name sparked memories in your mind, some that you had never connected together fully until now. You had been trying to repress school entirely that you completely forgot about her, how she had brightened everything in your life, how she had been one of your closest friends for all of your time in school. Then high school came and you two just...drifted. She had tried texting you, calling you, sending envelopes, doing anything she could to contact you, but you just gave up on the relationship that you two had. You had thought she changed too much for you to be able to enjoy her company anymore. You had met Logan, and the two of you were hanging out more and more while she silently faded into the background of your own story, but now? You jolt to consciousness, finding yourself still sitting in your car, already parked in front of your house.

You try to shake yourself back into proper understanding of what is around you, and remember that Charlotte is waiting inside for you. "From one crazy to another..." You think, approaching the front door. You check your phone ahead of time, and see that a text message was sent to you whilst still in the car.

"Hey honey, come home?"

You step through the door, and immediately are met with the wafting scent of the near-hour of hard work Charlotte has put in. She comes rushing to the door, and you take notice that she is still wearing the apron from earlier...and nothing else with it. Your mouth opens to speak, but nothing comes out except for some drool caused by the intoxicating scents emanating from the kitchen, and she giggles softly. "Hello, honey...how was your time out on the town while I was busy absolutely slaving away for you?" She questions, and you bring her in for a hug, which makes her let out a small yelp of surprise. "Aww...did you miss me, sweetie?" She asks, leaning in closer to your ear, "Because I certainly missed you..." she whispers, one of her hands darting to your crotch with a grin as she drags you into the kitchen/dining room area. What you see first is that the room is completely cleaned, as is what appears to be the rest of the house. "How did you manage to clean all of this while I was gone?" You ask, and she simply giggles once again, "It's what I am supposed to do for you, I cook, I clean, I serve..." She trails off, licking her lips hungrily.

You finally look over at the table and see less of a feast and more of a breakfast buffet. Plates full of towering stacks of pancakes and waffles, countless eggs and strips of bacon, a full pitcher of not just orange juice but also milk, as well as two other bottles - one of vodka and one of coffee liqueur. Charlotte brings you over to the head of the table and forces your knees to bend, smiling wide. "I made sure everything here was set up for you to enjoy to its fullest potential." She tells you, and you waste no time in digging into the food before you. For a few minutes, all is well as your stomach is gladly enjoying the onslaught going down your throat, but then you notice something else is going down, or rather, someone else. You feel your pants being lowered along with your underwear, and look down to see Charlotte on her hands and knees beneath the table, grinning wide as she stares at your semi-erect cock.

With a gasp, you feel the sensation of her warm, sticky tongue lick your cock from the base all the way to the tip, making you drop your fork in surprise. Looking down once again, she giggles, "Come on, Ethan...it isn't fair that you're the only one who gets a meal out of all of my hard, grueling work..." She says. For the next ten minutes, you experience what must be considered heaven to most people. A feast fit for a king above the table waiting for you to devour it all, and beneath the table is one of the most beautiful women in your life obediently giving you the best head you've ever experienced, her moans and occasional gagging from Charlotte only adding to it as a memory you will never, ever lose. Eventually, you cannot stand it anymore and stop yourself from shooting your seed down her throat by standing straight up, your cock popping out from her mouth and a thud from beneath indicating she tried to follow you up, banging her head on the wooden table that was above her.

After a few seconds, Charlotte scrambles to her feet and grips your cock and balls in one hand with a warm, loving smirk. "Maaaaaaster...why did you deprive me of my reward?" She asks, and you grab her hair which elicits another soft moan from her. "I'm sure you want more than to just suck me off, and right now I can use a good fuck." You tell her, and her eyes light up in delight as she clings to you. Your flashbacks to earlier today are quelled immediately as she happily nods her head. "Yes, please! Please please fuck me, please fuck me Ethan, fuck me, take this pussy however you want!" She happily demands, and the two of you start for the stairs.