TGIM

John woke up in the middle of the night, mentally refreshed and brimming with energy. He would have loved to spend a few more hours in his comfy slumber, but thanks to that helpful little ability he got for getting all of his stats to 10, he only needed roughly 4 hours of sleep each night. His bladder told him it might be wise to get out of bed, so the groggy hunter walked to the bathroom to take care of that.

Once back in his room, John wrapped his bathrobe around himself and took a seat behind his desk, thinking ahead to his day of school. He remembered a certain assignment he had been given a week prior, the reason that he’d even met Cynthia and everything else had happened. So, after wiping the sleep from his eyes, he clicked on the light on his desk, grabbed a piece of paper and started to sketch Marco, who, if you thought away the lightning aspects, looked like a very normal bird of prey.

While he was drawing the talons, dripping with blood like when he had just finished the wolf yesterday, a small pop-up asked him if he wanted to learn drawing as his second profession. John shook his head after thinking for a little. Drawing would likely not be all that useful, even if he could draw magical things later on. It wasn’t like blacksmithing that could be used to actually help him stay alive in the Abyss. And so, John decided to just manually keep drawing the assignment, over the course of a few hours sketching out a semi lifelike image of the bird.

As John put the finishing touches to it, the door of his bedroom creaked open and the sleepy face of Brenda popped around the corner. “Hey, sweety, you’re up early.” she said as she pulled her bathrobe around her voluptuous body a bit tighter.

“Yeah, I was dead tired when I got home last night; I went directly to bed, woke up about an hour ago and decided to do some work for school. I might have been neglecting it since I met Cynthia,” John spoke softly with an amicable smile.

“Ah, that’s understandable then. Though I strongly advise you to not let her get in the way of school too much, young man. She’s a real catch, so don’t go losing her because you can’t find a job, okay?” Brenda teased her son playfully. “I’m going to shower and make breakfast, your dad should be up in a bit too. When you are done here, why don’t you join us? It would be nice to have a family breakfast again, it’s been far too long.”

John nodded as he put the drawing away safely in his backpack. “I’d like that, Mom. I’m almost done here; I’ll see you soon downstairs.”

Brenda smiled, then turned around and closed the door. John could hear the bathroom door open and close; a few minutes later the shower started.

John thought about what to do before he went downstairs, then remembered the clip Cynthia had sent him the evening before. He looked at the door, making sure it was closed, then connected his phone to his computer and booted it up. John opened the clip on a bigger screen and opened his bathrobe, one hand wrapping around his cock as the other felt around for his tissue stache, prepping it for clean up duty later.

The clip was not that long, roughly a minute or two, but it was hotter than the best porn ever made to John. He jacked off quickly, listening to his girlfriend’s sweet moans as she played with her ass for him. Just as the clip he had smartly put on repeat ended a second time, John shot his load into the prepped tissues, stifling his moans as he knew that his parents were both awake by now. John took a few deep breaths, then tossed the tissues in the bin and disconnected his phone. He turned his computer off as he heard the shower stop.

Brenda walked past his door and rapped her knuckles on it a few moments later. “Shower’s empty, John; go in while there is still hot water left.” After that he could hear her continuing down the stairs.

John went into the bathroom after making sure everything was neat and tidy, taking a quick shower to rid himself of that little bit of sweat you manage to work up at night, then dried himself off old fashionedly with a towel, not wanting his mother to wonder why he didn’t use them anymore.

When he got out of the bathroom in a pair of boxers he’d fished out of the to be folded laundry, his father just came out of the parental bedroom. “John, morning,” he grumbled sleepily, patting his shoulder before he disappeared into the room John had just vacated.

Fast forward twenty minutes and the three Newmen were sitting together, having breakfast and sipping coffee.

“So, when did you get home, Dad?” John asked as he stuffed a piece of toast into his mouth, looking at his father who sat across from him.

“Yesterday morning, I wanted to surprise you both but Brenda here told me that you were out camping, with a girl even! So, who is she, what did she do to you, and can I meet her?”

John snickered at his father’s playful teasing, pulling his phone out of his pocket and held up the lock screen of his phone, showing off Cynthia striking a pose, one of the few that he had had to send his guild master for him to believe he got a girlfriend and all that.

“Her name is Cynthia, we met a week ago in the forest. I had a biology assignment, and well, we kinda ran into each other there. We got talking, some stuff happened, we went on a date, Mom met her, and a few days ago she invited me to go out camping with her in the forest. It was fun.” John beamed as he told his father about his girlfriend.

“That’s great, John! I’m very happy for you. Just remember to be safe and take it slow, okay? And you didn’t answer me, can I meet her?” his father asked again, downing the last bit of his coffee.

“Oh, sure. I’ll invite her over again one of these days. I bet she’d like to see what I’ll look like in forty years,” John quipped to his dad who grumbled about the youth and having no respect.