The Dairy Queen

Breakfast?

I wake to delicate kisses being planted on my collar bone, behind my ear, down my jaw, to my shoulders, finishing along the nape of neck.

I snuggle in closer to Matty and he takes a deep breath, his nose in my hair.

"Good morning, Matty" I mumble, my eyes still closed, enjoying his warmth.

"Mmmm good morning gorgeous." He whispers back, squeezing me tighter.

He begins kissing me again. Easy, soft kisses. Not rushed or eager just gently exploring all of my exposed skin. Matty's hand finds the hem of my t-shirt and begins to play with it between his fingers as if he is working up the courage to slide under it and touch my stomach and breasts.

It doesn't take him long, he places his hand tenderly on my naked stomach and I moan slightly as he applies pressure and pulls me in closer. I can feel the hardness in his boxer shorts press against the roundness of my bottom. I slowly begin to move my hips in circles against him.

He moans quietly into my ear, "Violet."

His hand skims up my silky flesh till it reaches my chest. He leisurely traces the shape of both my breasts, pausing to tease and tantalize each nipple until they are both hard and looking for more attention.

I arch my back and press my ass harder into his groin. He wraps his other arm around my waist and his hand finds it's way to the waistband of my pajama shorts. Matty slips his fingers past my shorts and into my cotton panties. He doesn't hesitate as he parts the soft folds between my legs and settles on my aroused and sensitive sweet spot.

I moan and turn my head to kiss him as he pinches and rubs both my breast and clit.

We both jump about a mile high when there is a gentle knock on my door.

My mom calls out, "You guys want breakfast?" Through the closed, and thankfully, locked door.

I've never seen a boy sprint out of a bed and put pants on so fast in my life. Matty looks terrified.

I shoot him a reassuring look and answer my mom. "Umm thanks mom. I-- uh, we will be down in a minute."

I hear her giggle and walk away.

"How did she know I was here?!" Matty asks, eyes wide and incredulously.

"I honestly have no idea." I shrug.

"Maybe I should just go out your window. Oh God, if she knows, then your dad knows. I can't go down there. Did you know I asked your dad for a college recommendation letter? Can he like call MIT and withdraw it? Jesus fucking Christ." Matty runs a worried hand through his hair.

I can't contain it any more and my giggle turns into a full out fit of laughter.

Matty sits down on my bed, "I'm not quite sure why you're laughing." He looks at me and then gives into the laughter as well.

I calm myself down and straddle Matt's lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. "You'll be okay. My dad likes you." I say between kissing him.

"Liked me. Your dad liked me."

"Mmmm where were we?" I say kissing his neck.

Matt picks me up and places me back down on my bed, standing over me. "Not a chance in hell, Davis. All I'm thinking about right now is your dad and that is definitely not going to get me hard, let alone hard enough for what I'd like to do to you."

I shoot him a devilish grin. "I guess we'll just have to hang out later."

"Maybe. If you behave." I get up and he slaps my ass.