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her t-shirt and a tiny red thong which disappeared between the cheeks of her smooth round ass. Her shoulders rose and fell gently as she slept. Nick had been furtively ogling this young woman’s body ever since he’d met her, but the voyeuristic nature of this moment caused his cock to stir. This was his first uninterrupted view of the twin swells of her buttocks. The skin was soft and unblemished, and for a long moment he reveled in her feminine presence.
          When Lucy mumbled in her sleep and stretched out a leg, Nick quietly backed out of the room and went to bed.
     
    ***
     
          He woke mid-morning, to the aroma of eggs, bacon and coffee drifting up the stairs. The sun was streaming in through the window and outside the sky was blue and clear. Nick rolled off the bed and went to the bathroom, pausing at Lucy’s room on the way. The door was still open and her bed had been made. He gazed at it for a few seconds before doing his ablutions, putting on a t-shirt and jeans, and heading down to the kitchen.
          Lucy was wearing a loose, yellow, knee-length sundress and as far as Nick could ascertain, nothing else underneath. It was the first time he had seen her in a dress.
          “Help yourself to some coffee,” she said. “It should be brewed by now.”
          “Thank you.”
          As Nick sat and watched her busily preparing breakfast, he could just make out the outline of her breasts, hips and buttocks under the thin material.
          “What do you usually do on Sundays?” she asked.
          “Not much. Sometimes I have a little preparation to do for work, but I’ve got a free day today.”
          “Me too.”
          She put down two plates and sat across from him, her cheeks flushed.
          “You really didn’t have to do this,” Nick said.
          “I know. Don’t expect it every day.”
          Nick smiled. “It was very nice of you. Did you rest well?”
          “Back to normal,” she said through a mouthful of toast.
          This was all very unreal to Nick, eating Sunday breakfast with this young and gorgeous Japanese-American art student. He’d had this place for six months and she was the first woman to have slept here. It already felt like she’d been here forever.
          “So I was thinking,” she said. “If you don’t have any plans, we could like, go out for the day.”
          “Go out?”
          “Sure. Summer’s coming over with my bike this evening, but apart from that I’ve got nothing to do. I don’t paint on Sundays. I was thinking maybe, Corey Hill. Have you ever been there?”
          “In Brookline? No.”
          “Me, either. They say the view is spectacular. We could pack some food, have a picnic.”
          A picnic? Nick thought. Sid would just love this.
          He had been considering spending the afternoon in his workshop - which he had been neglecting recently - but how often did you get invited out by a babe like this?
          “Okay,” he said. “Why not?”
          “Great. I’ll get some food ready.”
          “I don’t have much in.”
          “Then we’ll hit the store on the way. Do you have a car?”
          “In for repairs.”
          “No problem, we’ll take the Green Line.”
     
    ***
     
          They took the streetcar, and then to Nick’s dismay, walked the impossibly steep hill up Summit Avenue to the small park of Corey Hill Outlook. There were quite a few people around, but they found a quiet corner with a breathtaking view of the Boston skyline. Once he had caught his breath, Nick had to agree it was worth the hike.
          They ate salami sandwiches, tomato and garlic pasta, and sliced pineapple, and drank beer from a small cooler, and watched as people walked, sketched, played ball, and sunbathed. After they had eaten, they lay on their backs on the blanket, smelled the fresh grass,