Breakfast in bed, apparently

Mindy opens the door looking much nicer than yesterday. She is wearing jean shorts with a wide leather belt and a heather grey v-neck sleeveless T-shirt with a sunflower print. Her almost medium length hair is styled today, feathered and a little wild. She has a touch a makeup on. She gives me a big smile and hug when I enter. Her shirt is so soft and thin that I can feel the ridge of her bra underneath.

{if Edge > 80}That alone gives my dick a surge of blood. I need to get off soon, this is getting ridiculous.{endif}

She leads me to the table and gestures for me to pick a seat. “Would you like a coffee?” The coffee pot is full and fresh. I can hardly refuse, especially when she is already pouring.

“That would be perfect, thank you.” Mindy already has the table set and the batter mixed. Within a few minutes the waffle iron chirps and a half-inch thick waffle sits before me with an assortment of toppings and a side of bacon. “Wow, this looks great! I haven’t had anyone cook for me in a long time.” I start eating gingerly, giving her some time to finish cooking hers so we can eat together.

Mindy gives me a sly look. “Really? Your girlfriend doesn’t cook? Or is everyone just too busy to cook in relationships these days?”

“Oh, I don’t have a girlfriend, really...” My answer sounds incomplete and vague, even to myself.

The waffle iron chirps so she gets up again. “No? I thought you mentioned dating someone.”

I chew on a bite of waffle to buy a few seconds. “Well I date people, I'm just not in the market for a girlfriend.” That doesn’t sound like a clearer answer, but how do I tell her that I date to fuck women, and not much else?

She sits with her own waffle, giving me a look of momentary confusion that softens to concern. She asks carefully, “Are you... telling me that you date guys?”

My brain halts. What did I say? My previous words replay in my head. I realize what she heard and I burst into a laugh. She looked at me with an uncertain half-smile, still waiting for an answer.

“No... I just meant that I go on dates with women all the time, I’m just not dating to find a girlfriend.” I’m still grinning broadly from the honest misunderstanding.

Mindy’s smile grows, “Okay, I didn’t think so...” She looks at me again, as if reassessing me based on what she just heard. “So you... are a real ladies man.”

I feel a little embarrassed. {if Edge > 80}Blood surges downward, ratcheting my cock upright as the seconds stretch.{else}My heart pounds in my ears.{endif} Did I sound like I was bragging? I worry that my face might be turning pink. I try to change the subject before the silence makes everything weird.

“How about you, are you dating much?” Inwardly I cringe. Not only did I not change the subject, but it could also be taken as me asking if she is slutting it up... I shove another bite in my mouth to shut it up.

It was her turn to laugh. “Eh, gawd. I haven’t dated since my marriage. I don’t even know where to start.” The waffle iron chirps. She stands up and plates the next waffle. “Now it’s all dating apps... and I don’t know what people even do for dates... and... what they... expect on a date. Things have changed. And I've let myself go for a while... I mean look at me.” She makes a frown as she looks down at herself.

I realize this is where I say that I think she still looks hot. And I do, but I am already suppressing an guilty erection and I’ve worded things poorly a few times now. Because of that, I hesitate, knowing full well that any hesitation at all might have just undermined any complement I could deliver. Shit. I divert to a tangent instead of a direct complement. “You know... if you feel that way, you could come check out my gym. I can get you in for a free trial day and show you around. I go most mornings could help you get started.” I feel a little relieved that I didn’t put my foot in my mouth again.

I can’t quite read her expression. She seems to be mulling it over, but she looks uncomfortable. She lets out a long breath. “Oh, I don’t know. That’s a nice offer, though. Thank you, Warren. I’ll have to think about it. I’m going to let Tonya know her waffle is ready.” She sets the fresh waffle at a third chair and walks down the hallway. I hear some chatter that I can't make out. She comes back looking irritated.

“She wants you to bring her breakfast in bed.”