Morning routines

You put the note away, smiling to yourself at the memories of last night as you return to the drawer and grabs the sports bra and a pair of hot pants that you put on. You then turn to your bed and realize you have to clean up the room before either of your parents get a glimpse of the remains of last night. Opening the bedroom window to let in some fresh air you removes the sheets from the bed and carries them to washer which you start immediately, not wanting question about the remains of sperm in your laundry if you left for your parents to wash.

After returning to your room and putting on some clean sheets, you bounce downstairs happy and energized even though you were kept up most of the night by the finest specimen of a man you’ve ever met, or perhaps because of it you wonder feeling your nipples harden a little just from thinking about him.

You go through your morning workout routines over the next half an hour, your body coated with thin layer of sweat when you’re done. As you leave the living room to hit the shower the front door opens and your stepdad walks in. You run to him and greats him with a hug and a little kiss on the cheek, telling him you’re going to shower and then join him for some breakfast when he asks you if you’ve eaten. You run up the steps as your stepfather eying your glistening body bouncing up the steps, mistakenly thinking you’re just in such a good mood because somebody else is back at home.

You trough the hot pants and sports bra in the laundry bin and moves under the shower washing your body clean, grinning as you think that this is the first of many showers in the last many hours where you only has to wash your own fluids of your body.

As you return downstairs you ask your stepdad about his business trip and tell him some boring lie about what you’ve been up to since yesterday, you then tell him another lie saying that you’re going to the mall later with some friends. You talk back and forth for a while before the sound of your cell phone ringing in the living room ends your small talk.

“Hallo” you picks up the phone, wondering why it’s lying down here and not in your bag where you put it yesterday.

“Hey slut!” Tyrone’s voice booms from the other end of the line. You smile at hearing his voice and flush a little.

“Hey stud…” you whispers, not wanting your stepdad to eavesdrop on this conversation, “How’d you get my number?” you questions him.

“Just borrowed your phone while you showered yesterday, but I want to tell you that I need you at the studio within an hour, okay?” he tells you.

“Okay, I’ll leave in five!” you reply not trying to hide the excitement in your voice.

“Good girl, remember to dress the part” he tells you, “See you in a bit babe!”

“Can’t wait!” you hang up and tells your stepdad that it was your friends and that you’re leaving now.

Not five minutes later you’re walking out the door in a pair of tight jeans and top that shows off your breast nicely, you’re not wearing any underwear and the feeling it gives you excites you so your nipples are pushing at the top and that you’re doing because Tyrone told you only adds to that excitement.