Dudleys One Night Stand Turns into Morning After Chaos and Unforgettable Connection

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Part 13

Dudley and Emily were woken the next morning as her alarm clock began to ring. The sudden noise shocked Dudley and for a second he wondered where he was. It took a still very naked Emily to turn around and hit the snooze button to bring him back to his senses. Instantly the memories of the night before came back to him, lighting up his face with a smile.

'Good morning Dudley.' Emily said, as she leaned in to lightly kiss him. The kiss still shocked him a little, but not as much as feeling her bare tits press against him and her hand run up his inner thigh.

'Umm good morning.' he nervously replied, unsure where to put his own hands, finally just resting them on her hips.

'I've got to go see one of the tutors at the uni in a bit but your welcome to hang around for a bit if you want?' she asked quietly.

'Yeah that sounds like a nice idea.'

'Ok well I'm going to take a shower. So do you want to go get us some breakfast? There's a little café around the corner.'

'Yeah sure.'

'Ok let me just grab you some money.' she said, climbing out of the bed.

Dudley tried to reply but the view of her naked arse lightly bouncing as she walked away was enough to leave him speechless. When she finally returned with a £10 note he found his voice.

'It's ok I've got some money, breakfast will be my treat. It's the least I can do to say thank you for looking after me last night.'

'The orgasm you gave me last night was enough of a thank you.' She said with a embarrassed smile. 'But if you're sure then the keys hanging by the door so let yourself back in.'

She walked into the bathroom and left him lying in the bed all alone.

Dudley quickly got out of bed and began to retrieve his clothes. He felt guilty as he buttoned up his shirt. Yesterday had been his parents funeral, but after last night he felt happy. He was sure that wasn't normal, but he could only imagine his parents would be happy that he'd met a girl he likes.

A few times his Mum had tried setting him up with her friends daughters. It had never worked though. She'd always pick out the ones from upper class family's, and at the age of fifteen and sixteen Dudley was far from interested in some stuck up girl who wouldn't shut up about how great her private school was.

Finally Dudley was dressed. The only clothes he had were those that he'd wore to the funeral the day before, and he'd certainly look out of place walking around this area in a suit. Thankfully the summer hadn't died out yet and bright sunshine was beaming through the kitchen window. Praying it was as warm as it looked outside, he left his suit jacket and tie on the bed and unbuttoned his shirt a little to try and look more casual.

Picking the key up off the hook by the door he made his way outside. He had no idea where this café was, to be fair to himself though Emily's naked form was a big enough distraction for him to forget to ask. He'd just have to find his own way there, it couldn't be to hard.

He made his way across the car park outside until he reached the entrance gate. Looking down the road to the left hand side all he could see were more flats, and he doubted the café would be that way. So he turned right, where he could already see some small shops at

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