She bought me pajamas. Not just any pajamas. The tops and bottoms have the young Simba from The Lion King on them. They’re bright yellow and say ‘I Just Can’t Wait To Be King’ all over it. They look like kids pajamas, only bigger.
The other item is wrapped. I open it as quietly as I can. It’s a magic eight ball. There is a post-it note on it.
For all those times you need a second opinion at work. Keep it on your desk. Love Tina x
I smile to myself. I love it. I lean over her sleeping form and plant a whisper soft kiss on her lips.
Looks like that will have to do as the kiss I promised I’d give her tonight because she’s passed out cold.
I undress and put my new pajama pants on. They’re actually comfortable.
I make a snap decision and start undressing Tina. I take off her sandals, unbutton her jeans and slowly lower them down her legs. When I straighten myself slightly, I realize my face is right in front of her panty covered sex. I don’t know what possesses me but I lean forward and bury my nose lightly in all that is Tina. I breathe her in like she’s an inhaler to an asthmatic.
My pupils dilate and within seconds, I’m rock hard.
That was smart. Bravo.
She smells perfect and I want to taste her. I’m drunk on her.
I busy myself with removing her blouse and once that’s off all I can do is stare at her.
All she’s left wearing is a white lace bra and plain white cotton panties. Her body is curvy and soft and her skin is pale as a porcelain doll. She looks innocent, almost virginal.
And I want to muss her up real bad.
Fuck me! Why did I think this was a good idea?
Restraining myself, I take the pajama top and slide it over her head and arms. I’m beginning to think a marching band could come through here and she still wouldn’t wake.
I turn down the covers, pick her up and set her back down on the sheet. I hop in behind her and pull her back to my chest.
I sigh. My body warms and I’m instantly relaxed.
I smile, shut my eyes, and fall asleep.
***
I wake to find I’m in bed alone and there is a note on the pillow beside me.
I’m so sorry for passing out on you last night. Glad to see you’re wearing your new jammies, though! Thank you for taking care of me. You’re the best. Love Tina xxxxxxxxxx P. S. Cake in the face is a tradition in my family…now you’ll have good luck for a whole year :)
Cake in the face is a family tradition? I smile. I’ll have to get her back on her birthday.
And I got ten kisses that time. Nice.
I wonder what she thought when she woke up seeing I’d undressed her. She didn’t sound angry in the note. She even thanked me for looking after her.
I smile like an idiot.
It’s Thursday. Poker night tonight.
Can’t wait to see her.
***
It’s eight thirty-ish. The Thai restaurant I’m at is really nice. I caught a cab over so Nat could take my car home then to Nik’s.
I’m sitting across from Chad the Accountant who is telling me about his stamp collection. He says I can come see it some time. He just needs to make sure his Mom isn’t home.