The Wrong Bed: Take 2

[Lippstick]

Closed for Lippstick & deepstare




OOC: April Dayne. 20 years old. 5'2". 105 pounds. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Slim, boyish body.



It was about three in the morning when my roommate came staggering in. She was drunk again, of course. No big surprise. When you're a tall, beautiful blonde, there's never a shortage of horny guys willing to pay for your drinks.

And Lindsay never said no.

To a free drink.

She said no to most of the horny guys, though. She was pretty selective about the guys she let in her bed. We'd been living together for about two years now, and there hadn't been more than two or three...


She lived dangerously. I worried about her constantly. But some force seemed to be watching out for her. She never got into too much trouble.

Just once I wish she would.
With me.
I'm gay, you see, and I'm head over heels in love with my roommate. She knows about the first part, but she's clueless about the second.

She doesn't know. And I'll never tell her.


But sometimes fate intervenes, though. Like tonight. Coming home, Lindsay stripped completely out of her clothes and slipped into bed.
Unfortunately, it was the wrong bed. It was my bed. With me in it. And as I feel her wonderful body mold itself to mine, I start thinking.

Naughty thoughts.
Bad thoughts.
Bad, bad thoughts.....

 

[deepstare]

Uggghhhhh...damn I had way too much...

Stupid guys...all the same...the same thing over and over and over again...nothing changes with them...nothing new. Why the hell do I bother...Screw it, I'm going to bed...

Mmmm...nice dream...what is this feeling? So warm...so soft, so sweet. Am I dreaming? I can't see anything...I did drink way too much...but this feels so nice...whatever, at least I'll find something decent in my dreams...

There's something new here...it's not the rough, horny feeling of some dumb brute...something new...oh it feels so wonderful...I don't care if its a dream or some drunken delusion, its what I've wanted to feel for so long now...I want to feel more...

 

[Lippstick]

April

How many lonely nights had I dreamed about this? But now that it had finally come true, I was scared to death. Lindsay was clearly drunk and not in control of her senses. What if she didn't want this as much as I did?

I should have stopped it right then and there. But I didn't. Her arms felt so good wrapped around me. So right. Besides. We weren't doing anything. We were just sleeping.


Or so I thought. Soon, it became apparant that there was more to it than that. I felt ther warm breath against my neck. Then I felt her soft lips brush against my skin. At first, I thought it was accidental contact. But then it happened again.


Lindsay was kissing me. My body flushed with desire.


But it was wrong. It couldn't go on like this.

"Lindsay, it's me. April," I said. Her eyes opened and I stared into them. Recognition set in. I wondered how she would respond....

 

[deepstare]

Lindsay

Mmmm.....what? Feels so nice and...what was that? This can't be a dream...but I can't be on earth, that's for sure...

Something was trying to take me from this place. I felt my head burst with the pain of having drunk too much. It was the awareness that made it impossible to think I was dreaming. No...I loved that feeling...I loved that place...I want to go back to whatever it was...

"Lindsay, its me."

What? April? I...my roommate? Damn it...I did pass out...she always tried to take care of me when this happened but I was usually ok. What was she looking at me like that for?

Wait...I...she...her eyes...they're so close to me. They're so dark... so intense. So close...that means...what is she doing in my bed?

That feeling...it feels like deja vu...its wonderful...wait...my clothes. I felt soft sheets, not clothes. I...I'm naked? What? Did she do this to me? Was I so drunk and she was just trying to make sure I got to sleep? But then why was she in my bed?

No...no that's not right. Somehow...I know that didn't happen. But I was naked. And April was in bed with me.

"April? I...was having such a nice dream...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to get you worried."

She kept looking at me. Staring at me with those eyes. And I started to feel things...things deep inside...it felt like the dream...

 

[Lippstick]

April

"I'm just glad you're home safe, sweetie," I whispered. "I'm so glad you're here."

There were so many things that I wanted to say to her, but I was terrified that one word would break the spell, so I held my tongue. I just stared at her in love and wonder. I wondered if she could see the love in my eyes. The loneliness. The empty space that only she could fill.


Stay with me tonight, I wanted to say. Stay with me forever.

But I didn't say a word. I just held her for as long as she'd let me....