I got up early to take some pictures of flowers to send to Logan for Father’s Day. I uploaded them to my tablet to see about editing them and making a collage. I thought I might include a picture of my flower, and I thought the tablet would work well for that kind of picture. I took off my clothes and took the tablet to the guest room and sat on the bed with the tablet camera aimed at my puss.

While I was getting the shot framed, and touching myself a little to get everything sexed up just right, I noticed a stray pubic hair, and when I looked closer I discovered it was not in the picture but a real pubic hair stuck to the screen, and not mine. Almost certainly Logan’s. I blew it off the screen. I starting thinking how it could have happened that one of his pubic hairs ended up on my tablet. I didn’t come to any conclusion, except that it probably meant he was masturbating while looking at something on my computer. Just then the doorbell rang. I had no idea who it could be. I shut down the computer and threw on a robe.

It was Leila at the door. “Just thought I’d come over and check up on you. Make sure you’re not too lonely,” she said.

“I am a little lonely,” I confessed.

“What are you up to?”

“Nothing much. Just making a Father’s Day card for Logan.”

Leila’s eyes went wide. “You’re pregnant?”

I hadn’t meant to even hint at it. “Maybe,” I said, my voice soft and shy.

“Why that’s wonderful!” Leila was so exuberant. The words were barely out of her mouth than I was in her embrace. She was kissing me. My robe slipped open. Her hand went to my mound. To my pussy.

“I’m so happy for you,” she sang out in between kisses. Her hand kept at my cunt. Soon I was coming.

Much later she said she didn’t mean to keep me from doing my Father’s Day card.

“I’ve only just started it,” I told her. “I’m thinking of making a collage of some pictures of flowers.”

“Show me,” Leila demanded.

“Well it’s just these two,” I said, showing her the two flower pictures on my tablet. Somehow I managed to tell her I’d been thinking of including a picture of my “flower.”

“What a wonderful idea!” she exclaimed.

She helped me put the collage together. She’s so much more artistic than I am.

“I love your flower,” Leila said.

Then we were kissing again. Kissing and kissing. By the time I sent the collage in an email to Logan, it was barely still Father’s Day.