The knock

As peaceful as it may sounds, my nights were restless haunted with lustful thoughts. I would toss and turn and hear him do the same till one night I heard a knock on my bedroom door.

“ Who’s that ? ” : I asked.

“ It’s me ” : he answered.

Being in the habit of sleeping “ a la naturelle” , I sat up purposely exposing my legs and barely covering my breasts. My pulse was racing. I was nervours. I have been anticipating this moment for so long and here I am suddenly feeling awkward.

“Come in ” : I said.

He was bare with just a Lycra tight shorts on emphasizing his manhood.

“Do you have any Panadol ? I have a bad headache ! ” : he said.

“I think so, in the bathroom cabinet next to the Band aid ” : I replied playing along just in case.

He left the room. I was wondering wether he was using that as an excuse or really meant it. One thing for sure, I wasn’t going to make a fool of myself !

That night I hardly slept. I was so tempted to kick his bedchamber door open, rip his jockeys and ride him like his never been ridden before. I kept playing the scenario over and over in my head till I heard my alarm clock ring …