Monique and John - a May/November Romance
Copyright© 2025 by acguy
Chapter 16
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 16 - An aspiring young architectural student sets her sights on her older widowed neighbour.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Romantic Fiction Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Voyeurism
With Monique’s help, we made our way into the kitchen, where she pulled out a chair for me before heading to the fridge. She moved with effortless grace, her bare feet soundless against the cool tile as she gathered yogurt, fruit, and orange juice.
“What do you normally have for breakfast, John?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder at me.
“Coffee first. Then maybe some yogurt and fruit if I feel like eating.”
She gave me a mock-stern look. “You need something substantial to recover properly.”
“Fine,” I relented. “If you put some water in the kettle and set it to boil, I’ll get my coffee press ready.”
She did as I asked, but as we moved around each other in the small kitchen, I was aware of the way our bodies brushed, the way her scent—warm and faintly floral—wrapped around me. Everything about her presence felt natural, like she belonged here.
We lingered over breakfast, talking about nothing and everything. But beneath the light conversation, there was something unspoken between us—something inevitable. A conversation that needed to happen. I avoided it for now, but I knew we couldn’t ignore it forever.
After breakfast, I retreated to my home office, attempting to work on my computer. I lasted all of twenty minutes before my headache became unbearable. Staring at a screen clearly wasn’t a good idea.
Frustrated, I wandered into the living room, where Monique sat curled up on the couch, her laptop resting on her thighs. She looked completely absorbed, biting her lip in concentration.
“What are you working on?” I asked, easing down onto the couch beside her.
She glanced up, smiling. “A summer course. I’m getting ahead with my degree.”
I blinked in surprise. “I didn’t know you were taking extra classes.”
She nodded. “I’ve been taking a heavy course load and summer courses when possible, so I’ll graduate in December instead of next May.”
I must have looked shocked because she laughed, her eyes dancing with amusement.
“I was hoping to surprise you,” she admitted. “Did it work?”
“What do you mean?”
Her cheeks flushed slightly, but she held my gaze. “I was planning to surprise you at Christmas—wrapping a bow around myself and waiting under the tree with my degree in hand.”
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