She woke up, the room dark, and the sweet-musk smell of sex all around her.
“Where am I?” she thought.
Feeling the warmth of a body next to her, she remembered the events of the last 24 hours.
Her best friend, her soul mate, her fiancee, and now her lover lay next to her.
Kevin had come home. She rolled over, and saw the beautiful man stretched out in the King sized bed.
“I can’t believe he is really here.” Janet thought to herself.
Unsure as to how to react to such a mind blowing situation, it had been the longest 6 months of her life. She laid there in the dark, taking it all in, the smell of the room the sweet, musk smell of sex, covers half on the bed and half off the bed, clothes thrown on the floor in a heaping pile. She looked past Kevin to the nightstand beside the bed. It was only 5:45 A.M.
Considering the two had made sweet passionate love for hours last night, she remembered that the last time she looked at the clock it was after 3 A.M.
“No wonder I am tired,” she thought.
She wanted to touch him, but afraid that he would be just an apparition, an image of a dream she had conjured up, she did not. Remembering that night after night after night, her dreams were filled with this man, dreams of him laying next to her, and waking up with her plagued her thoughts.
Feeling the wet warmth between her legs, she knew that the evidence of making love to this man at least three different times last night was proof that he was there, and that he was real, somewhat relieved her mind.
Stretching out an arm to touch him, but not wanting to wake him, she gently stroked the side of his face. Oh, how many times she had wanted to do that, remembering how hard it was to not put her fist through the monitor in an attempt to touch him. Oh, the tears she cried out of pure frustration. The sensations of touching him, really touching him, his face, his shoulders, his chest, brought tears to Janet’s eyes.
A sound, something like a moan of pleasure escaped Janet’s lips. Afraid she would wake Kevin, she pulled her hand back quickly.
“Don’t wake him you silly goose,” Janet thought.
Rolling over out of the bed, as quietly and gently as she could, so to not wake Kevin, Janet headed for her suitcases, deciding she would get a shower, and watch the sunrise over a cup of hot coffee, while Kevin slept.
Heading towards the bathroom, Janet stopped at the sink, she could smell Kevin’s cologne, with a smile on her face, and she reached out and touched the odd shaped bottle, and brought her fingers to her nose. The smell again brought back the lovely visions of last night.
Bodies entwined, one by one the inhibitions, the insecurities, the unrealistic dreams faded, and became reality. The dance of lovers, becoming one, set the relationship in stone. The love was consummated.
Smiling at the thought, Janet reached up and grabbed a white towel off of the rack, and walked into the bathroom. Shutting the door behind her, she turned the knobs of the shower to adjust the temperature of the water, and turned it on. Undressing quickly, Janet then stepped into the shower and pulled the shower curtain closed. The hot water pouring down her back, her breasts, tilting her head back she allowed the water to caress her entire body, down her rib cage, over her breasts, teasing her nipples, down the plane of her belly, touching her inner thighs.
Janet leaned back allowing more and more of the water to flow over her entire body, the feeling of the hot warmth of the water enveloping her, relaxing her; she closed her eyes, and enjoyed the sensation.