I'd been away for a week doing business interstate. By a stroke of luck one of the people I'd been meeting was flying to my home town and offered me a lift in his plane. I wasn't going to say no. I'd be arriving home two days early and the trip would take half the time of a commercial flight.
I arrived home around midnight on Friday night. The play was in a lights out mode which was to be expected. I went very quietly down to my bedroom, planning to go straight to bed.
A little surprise. There was a sweet young thing dead to the world in my bed. Now while I have no objection to having a sweet young thing in my bed I must say I would feel easier in my mind if I'd actually put her there. (She wasn't there in place of my wife, by the way. I no longer have a wife due to certain unfortunate circumstances.)
I decided that maybe I'd better bed down on the couch rather than disturb my unexpected guest. (I was assuming that the spare room was probably occupied. A quiet glance in as I went past showed that there was someone in the spare bed.)
Turning on the light in the front room I found that the couch was occupied. So was the large armchair, with someone small curled up in it. I tossed a glance in my daughter's room, finding that yes, both her bed and the lower bunk were occupied. What had she been up to I wondered? A sleepover for all her friends?
I went back to my bedroom and contemplated the young lady therein. I have a king-size bed. The young lady didn't take up much room. I could probably sleep on the other side of the bed and she'd never know. At least, she'd never know as long as I woke up first and got out of bed.
I turned on the reading light directly over the young lady, hoping to identify her. I was fortunate, as I knew her well. She was Julie, a long time friend of my daughter. Also, she was the same age as my daughter, eighteen. I didn't mind being caught in bed with an eighteen year old. Damned if I was going to get caught with someone underage.
I stripped down to my underwear and slipped into the other side of the bed. Normally I sleep nude but I thought I'd better have some regard for Julie's sensibilities. Being completely buggered I zonked right off.
I did wake up first. A lot of good that did me. Julie had migrated during the night and was smuggled up next to me, my arm curled around her waist, hand on her tummy. I had just happened to notice when I got in bed that Julie had stripped down to a loose top and panties when she went to bed. For her personal comfort, I suppose, and not for fear of offending my delicate sensibilities. Whatever the reason, her top had ridden up and my hand was on her bare flesh, which I found to be soft, warm, and silky.
Something that wasn't soft was the morning wood I was sporting, and it was pressing firmly against the small of her back. I must have eased its position while still sleeping because it was standing tall, flat against my stomach.
I was considering ways of delicately extracting myself from this situation when Julie stirred, rubbed her bottom against me and yawned. She also promptly stiffened when she found that she was sharing the bed.
This was my cue to start tracing small circles on her tummy with the flat of my hand.
"Good morning, Julie," I said softly. "Ah, may I ask what you're doing in my bed this nice fine morning?"
"Mr Enson," she said with a shocked gasp. "What are you doing here?"
"Um, I believe that's the same question I just asked you," I pointed out, my hand still rubbing those lazy circles on her tummy. It was possible that the circles were now a little larger than when I'd started.
"You're not supposed to be home, Mr Enson," Julie half wailed. "You must have seen me in bed. Why'd you get in with me?"
"Please, call me John. It's seems more fitting now that we've slept together."
"We have not spelt together, John," snapped Julie, giving a rather nasty emphasis on my name.
"Unfortunately, we have. I say unfortunately because that's all we did, sleep."
"Very funny. You still haven't explained how you had the gall to get into bed with me."
"I didn't have much choice," I explained. "Every available sleeping surface seemed to be occupied by young ladies. Did you all have a monumental drunk last night? There're unconscious young women all through the house."
That got a giggle and a protest.
"No. We all stayed overnight because we're all going out this morning. It seemed easier if we were all together. Then we wouldn't have to worry about anyone being late."
For some reason the sweep of my circling hand was getting wider. I could feel the edge of her breast at the top end of the circle and the edge of her panties at the other. It was about that stage that Julie registered something pressing against her back and guessed what it was. She gave a little gasp and tried to put a bit of space between us. I let her go, but tugged slightly on her hip to have her lying on her back.
With her on her back it was a lot easier to keep rubbing her tummy. I was back to rubbing my hand around in small circles but those circles were slowly travelling around. Her breathing was just a little harder but it stopped completely for a moment when one of those little circles had a nice soft breast under it.
"Um, what are you doing?" she asked.
"Just rubbing your tummy," I pointed out.
