Deji was having a hard time concentrating. For some reason he felt quite tired. He could hardly keep himself awake in class, and more than once he caught himself nodding off. The late nights of constant studying were finally catching up to him. He checked his timetable. He could afford to skip his next class as another group was making a presentation that day. He made a mental note to send the professor an email excusing himself.
He dragged his exhausted body home. He had never remembered being so glad to see his bed. Stripping to his boxers, he grabbed his iPad and began watching some videos on Netflix.
He must have dozed off, because the next thing he knew was he was jerked awake by the sound of a soft gasp. He became aware of the faint smell of a lady's perfume in close proximity. He opened his eyes slightly and realized he was looking at Najima standing above him. He was still in the same supine position he had been since the early evening and hadn't even bothered to get under the covers. He wondered how she had gotten in and for how long he had been asleep. The sun was just beginning to set when he had laid down to relax earlier but now it was dark, late at night, the only sounds from crickets in the bushes outside the bedroom window. He must have forgotten to lock the door in his extreme exhaustion. The room was lit only by the vague glow of the moon outside. Only then did he remember that he was lying there in his singlet and boxers, and unfortunately, he was sporting a massive hard-on.
Deji didn't move. He watched her through narrowed eyes as she hesitated, staring down at the tent his dick made in his boxers. She stepped back and headed to the door. His first thought was that she had decided to leave, and he was about to sit up in bed but then he heard her turn the lock, and she appeared beside the bed, peering down into his face to see if he was still asleep. He quickly shut his eyes and waited.
He felt a cool hand touch his thigh. He jerked a bit, making a little fanfare of shifting in his sleep. He risked another peek and saw she had stepped back for a moment, but when he didn't "wake up", she moved back. She sat down beside him and traced her fingers up and down his thigh. That seemed to convince her of something, like there was no turning back for her now, because for the first time he heard her breathe a bit, exhaling audibly while simultaneously covering her mouth with her hand.
He still acted like he was asleep but his heart was beating faster now. He felt another hand grab his other thigh and squeeze, feeling his muscles ripple. Deji flexed them a little, figuring she would think it was involuntary. She stopped for a moment, then she continued groping. By now his dick had hardened to full strength and was outlined prominently, pulsing and nodding with each beat of his heart. Her hands moved up inch by inch, slowly making their way towards his balls. He felt her cool fingers as they crept up his thigh, and finally, after several minutes of wondering what she would do next, she finally summoned the courage and touched him.
It was at first a gentle touch. She poked it with her finger before tracing it along the shaft. He heard her breathing change and grow faster and more audible. No doubt she was getting massively turned on by all this. Stifling a moan, he flexed his dick, making the head slip out the bottom of his boxers. He felt rather than heard her gasp and then caress it in between the tips of her fingers. Not reacting was almost impossible; he decided it was time to let her know he was awake. He moaned and grabbed her wrist, and Najima jerked in fright.
"Wh...who's that?" he asked.
"Oh, I'm sorry Deji, I...I just wanted to bring...oh no...this is bad...I didn't mean to..." she blabbed in confusion. She apparently thought he had suddenly woken up. She stood and moved to the far side of the bed and covered her face with her hands in embarrassment.
"Najima?" he asked, sitting up and feigning ignorance. He reached over to turn on his bedside lamp, its shade bathing the room in a soft, warm glow.
"Y...yes?" she squeaked.
"This is rather surprising. When...how did you get in here?"
She couldn't look him in the eyes. "I wanted to ask you for something. I met your door open, so I knocked, and I think you did not hear me. I walked in and I saw you asleep." She replied in her thick, Arabian accent.
She turned to him, her eyes pleading. "I'm so sorry Deji, please. I do not know what made me do it. I'm so, so sorry, I..."
