Chapter 6

The morning sun shined through the bedroom window and it took a moment for Charlie to get his bearings when he opened his eyes and found himself spooned against Natalie, her nude body pressed against his, one of his hands cupping one of her breasts.

He remembered their first night of lovemaking the previous evening and he felt his penis become hard again against her ass cheeks.

"Well," Natalie murmured, still half asleep. She lifted her leg to allow her new lover's penis to slip between her thighs and she used her hand to gently stroke his manhood as he pressed himself against her entrance from behind.

Charlie began to gently rock his hips against her buns while massaging her breasts he had cupped in his hands.

"Good morning," Natalie purred, turning her head to kiss him.

"It surely is," he grinned as he continued to push his hips against her backside and slowly pumping her as she moaned.

They made love until they were satisfied and then lay coupled together in recovery.

"That's a nice way to start the day," Natalie quipped,

"Yes, it is," Charlie panted as he lay close to her.

"I don't remember the last time I had morning sex," she admitted, turning her head to kiss him.

"It was kind of nice, wasn't it?" He grinned.

"Can we hope it happens again?" She inquired.

"We're not kids," Charlie sighed.

"Can't we pretend?"

"Lizzie will be home soon," Charlie pointed out.

"What are we going to do about that?" Natalie worried.

"It will all work out," Charlie said with confidence.

"I wish we could stay here all day," Natalie sighed.

"We have to go to work," he reminded her.

"Want some breakfast?"

"Let's just stay here like this a little bit longer," he pleaded.

"We're going to be late," she warned.

"I could get used to this," Charlie said, kissing her cheek.

"I'm not complaining," she smiled.

"Good," he said happily.

Natalie pulled the covers off of them so they were both naked on the mattress, allowing the sun through the window to warm them. Charlie rolled onto his back and Natalie rolled onto her side facing him, gently placing her hand on his genitals, making him hard again.

"Jesus, I feel like a teenager," Charlie said.

"Good," she said happily.

They heard the front door open.

"Dad? You still here?"

"Uh-oh, it's Kat," Charlie announced, rolling out of bed and looking for his robe. "Maybe you should stay here," he cautioned, throwing Natalie a concerned look.

"I think that's a good idea," she deadpanned, pulled the sheet up to cover her nudity.

Charlie found his robe, put it on, and left the bedroom. Kat was already in her bedroom - luckily - her room was before his.

"Oh, you're still here," Kat said when she saw her father standing in the doorway. She was in the closet fishing through some junk on the floor. She gave him a funny look. "Aren't you going to be late for work?"

"They aren't that strict at our level," he said.

"Are you okay?" She asked. "You look flustered."

He was always surprised at how much Kat looked like her mother. "You woke me up," he lied.

"Sorry, looking for my favorite sandals," she said with amusement, finally digging a pair out of the closet. "Found them!"

"Everything okay?" Charlie wanted to know.

"Sure, Dad," she smiled. "How 'bout you? Is there something going on?"

"I'm fine," he said, glad that the hard on Natalie had given him earlier had shrunk away under the robe.

"Because it would be okay, you know," Kat said, brushing her black hair back with her hand.

"What would be okay?"

"If something was going on," she laughed.

"Great!" He smiled, tossing in a fake yawn just to make it look extra believable. "I'll remember that."

She smiled. "I really hope you mean that, Dad," she said seriously.

"Thanks, Sweetie," Charlie smiled. "That means a lot to me."

"I'll come over for dinner sometime this week," Kat promised as she headed for the door with her sandals in her hand.

Charlie stepped back to let her through, being sure to stand in the middle of the hall to prevent her from going toward his room. "Great, honey."

"See ya, Dad," Kat said as she headed down the hall with a wave.

Charlie waited until he was sure the front door opened and closed before he turned and returned to the master bedroom, finding Natalie still under the sheets.

"Is she gone?" She asked.

"Yeah," Charlie said. "Sorry about that. Talk about role reversal. Hiding a girl from my kid instead of my mother!"

"I should go," Natalie said, pulling back the sheets and springing naked from the bed, looking for her clothes.

"Don't be upset," Charlie urged, stepping up to her from behind and wrapping his hands around her waist and kissing the back of her neck.

"It's just that I don't know what the future holds," Natalie sighed with frustration.

"Who does?" Charlie shrugged.

"I'm not sure if I have a lot of time," she admitted.

"Time for what?" He asked with confusion, kissing her neck again.

"Time to wait," Natalie confessed. "But I know I will always hold this as special," she added in a whisper.

"Me too," Charlie assured her. "But it's going to be okay."

"I don't know," she sighed, finally turning to face him. "Kat. Lizzie..."

Charlie kissed her to get her to stop fretting. She looked at him with uncertainty.

"I'm divorced," Natalie sighed. "I've got a kid."

"I've got three."

"I know."

Charlie untied his robe and let it fall open, pulling the naked Natalie close to him.

"You worry too much," he told her.

"I... uh...I..." She cleared her throat. "Don't you?"

"Life's too short," he answered knowingly.

"Maybe we're moving too fast," she worried.

"I think we're exactly what we need," Charlie said.

"Do you?"

"You're an incredibly beautiful and gifted woman," Charlie said, sliding his hand between them and gently stroking her thigh. Then he leaned in and gently kissed one of her soft breasts.

"We're not going to have sex again," Natalie said with surprise.

Charlie slowly placed tender kisses on both breasts. "Why not?" He whispered.

"We're not teenagers anymore, Charlie," Natalie said breathlessly. "We're supposed to be at work."

"Yes we are," he agreed, moving down to kiss her stomach.

"Charlie," she moaned, lifting him up and giving him a sensual kiss on the mouth. "Are you sure?"

"About this?" He asked, gently pushing her back on the bed.

"All of this," Natalie said.

"Yes," he assured her as he lay on top of her. "Our book is now open."