476 Making The Bed

He was surprised to find that it was still daylight, much less only late morning. Had all this really happened in only a few hours? He smiled to himself, thinking she must be able to alter time, as well. Then his smile faded as he gave that idea more serious thought. COULD she alter time if he wanted?

His thoughts were interrupted by her asking, "Are you ok, Jack?" She had been watching the changing expressions on his face, and was apparently curious, if not concerned, by what they meant.

He quickly filed the time question with all the other questions and ideas that had occurred to him, ideas to be explored at a later time. "I'm wonderful! Still just trying to take this all in." He smiled at her. "You know, lying here on the couch like this with you is incredible and all, but it's getting a bit confining. How about floating us over to the bed."

She grinned. "Yes, Jack." They immediately lifted off the couch, her tantalizing weight still fully atop him, her glossy auburn mane of hair cascading over his right shoulder.

As they floated nearer the bed, however, he discovered a small kink in the plan. Like many single guys, Jack seldom made up his bed. His was at the moment a rumpled mess. He considered continuing the fun suspended in midair, but quickly turned the idea down, at least for now. One of the few thoughts he could recall from all the time his lips and tongue had danced with hers had resulted in a decision to take this magic wish thing very slowly. Not that he was afraid of it or anything, he assured himself firmly. He just wanted to savor each and every experience. He was afraid that the activities earlier in the morning had already spoiled him a bit for any regular blowjob. Now, he suspected, it would take quite a bit to top the lovely round of sex with a beautiful woman laying back on nothing. He figured it would be all too easy to take this thing for granted, and he didn't want to do that.

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"Can you, um, make the bed?" he asked instead, a bit embarrassed. She smiled at him in what he would have sworn had been a motherly fashion if not for the current circumstances. She also rolled her eyes, but then they flashed, and the bed was quickly and neatly made. He briefly considered some sort of entertaining chastisement for the eye-rolling thing, and then filed that idea away for later, too.

They settled down gently on the bed and immediately began kissing again, this time accompanied with much mutual caressing and fondling and rolling around. He eventually wound up straddling her hips, looking down at her lovely, slightly flushed face and captivating green eyes. As much as he would have loved to lose himself in those eyes forever, though, he had a job to do.