I had my boyfriend over along with his sister and his parents—a get acquainted dinner—and I went all out, cooking my specialties, chicken parm with seared asparagus, a spinach, walnut, and apple salad, some really nice wine, and to start some nice cheese and crackers. Pumpkin pie for dessert. It all went well enough until it turned out I didn’t have any cream (or even milk) for the coffee. Boyfriend gave me a harsh look. “I’ll just pop next door—see if my neighbor has any.” Before anyone could bat an eye, I was across the hall knocking.

Gib, that’s my neighbor, opened the door in pajama bottoms. “Oh, were you sleeping? I’m so sorry.”

“No, no, that’s okay, I wasn’t in bed yet.” He explained that he’d had trouble adjusting to the time change, so he was trying a new schedule. Bedtime was nine. Wake at three. “So far it’s worked out really well,” he said. “You should try it.” Then he blushed. So adorable.

“I might have to ease into it,” I told him, “but maybe I could tuck you in. Which way to the bedroom?” I actually knew where it was because our apartments are mirrors. I took his hand and led him to his bedroom.

“Go ahead, lie down,” I told him. “Don’t mind me. Just think of me as a favorite old Teddy Bear.”

He chuckled. “My bear was named Augustler,” he said. “My grandma gave him to me. I haven’t thought of him in years. I wish I still had him.”

“Poor Augustler,” I said, making my voice soothing. “Go on, lie down now.”

He got on the bed. Stretched out on his back. I sat on the side at first. “Poor poor Augustler,” I said, stroking along Gib’s thigh. “Augustler, Augustler, Augustler,” I sang, nestling closer, my voice soft as a lullaby, my hand smoothing the cotton of Gib’s pajama bottoms along the bulge of his cock. Sure enough, after a number of strokes, the penis peeked above the waistband. So cute! Not huge. Boyfriend’s is bigger. But delicious looking. I licked it. Slow swirls around and around, sometimes the tip of my tongue teasing the sweet little slit. I licked and licked, knowing what would happen.

It happened. Streams of cum! Seven, eight, nine strong spurts. The spatter strung out along Gib’s chest. A bit of it got in my hair. A pool of it lay in his bellybutton. I lapped it up from his bellybutton. Just to see. It tasted a little like mushrooms. Not bad at all. Much better than my boyfriend’s. I lifted the pajama bottoms up over Gib’s softening penis, gave it a pat, and went back to my apartment.

My boyfriend met me at the door, anger in his eyes. “Did you get the cream?”

“I did,” I said, and I pushed my tongue deep into his mouth. Probably he could taste my neighbor’s flavor. Maybe not. He pushed me away.

“It doesn’t matter,” he growled. “They left.”

I gave him a pretend frown. “Maybe you should leave too,” I said.

“Really?”

“Yes. Go.”

He’s my ex-boyfriend now.

Nine to three at Gib’s. No coffee, but lots of cream, his and mine. With the cute little Teddy Bear I got him looking on.