Muriel has had her life sculpted and figured out by her well-renowned defense attorney father since she was a child. His Moto: Head down, do your schoolwork, be the best, and always do the right thing.
But what happens when she catches her father wi...
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Eating a cold dinner in bed with Muriel naked next to me is the cherry on top of the cake as far as amazing nights go.
If I thought seeing her in that fucking lingerie was sexy, her naked in bed completely comfortable with me in her damn glasses is even sexier.
Falling asleep reminded me of years ago when we'd stay up too late whispering and my only goal was to make her laugh until her eyes watered.
In the morning we awoke tangled together. She showered and began to get herself ready while I complained of hunger and lounged lazily in the bed knowing we were meeting with Denise for breakfast in the hotel restaurant.
She scolded me when I ordered room service but once the food arrived she helped herself ignoring with a smile my teasing when she picked at my food.
I sipped my tea while Muriel dressed in a pretty dress that fit snug to her narrow waist and fluttered out from her full hips. It was short but, because it's Muriel it was conservative. Of course, my gutter-mind only thought about one thing when she tied the little bow at the ruched neckline forcing my attention to her large chest even more because of the pretty daisy gathered fabric. Maggie and Gemma always teased her for how she dressed but I absolutely love it. She covers her curves and dresses her curvy body in pretty girly outfits, like this sundress or floral tops.
When she takes a seat on the edge of the bed and pulls on some socks, is when I groan and grumble and start getting dressed. Which, consisted of a plain black shirt, grey sweat pants, and my black cap with the New York symbol on the front - one that I caught Muriel trying to steal, so I've been intentionally wearing it because I know she likes it.
Her hair is pulled back into a long ponytail and her glasses are fixed to her face. She hitches a small cross-body purse to her shoulder while I stuff my shit into my pockets and we leave the hotel suite. Inside that room, I finally was permitted to touching any part of her and I didn't have to watch where my eyes inevitably fell. But outside of it, we are now only friends again. That is until she's ready to be public with me.
The hotel has a lovely restaurant with ferns hanging from the ceiling and Mediterranean plants in every corner. Muriel smiles at the decor the second we step inside, meanwhile, I give a wave to Denise who I spot already at a table with her morning tea.
Muriel takes a seat across from Denise, fixing her bag to the back of the chair, and I sit beside her removing my hat. A mug with water and a tea bag is placed promptly before me, so I begin adding the milk and sugar while the waiter asks Murry, "For you, Miss?"
"Um, coffee please."
The waiter dips his head then turns and hustles away.
"I take it you two had a good night?" Denise asks sipping from her teacup, her voice is neutral but I know her well enough that she's chuffed at this. However, I know Muriel even better and I'm sure she's already cringing.
