Page 66 of Hot Four Teacher
Michelle
I’m in bed with a boy. I’m in a bed that’s not mine with a boy.
After Dane and I had sex again, we snuggled up in his bed and were having some pleasant conversation. But eventually, he fell asleep, and I’m lying here, not sure exactly what to do with myself.
I just feel weird.
It’s not that Dane has done anything to make me feel uncomfortable. He’s been super sweet and accommodating. But in my entire life, I’ve only slept at either my house or my parents’--and maybe a friend’s here or there when I was a kid.
That’s it.
I went straight from living at home when Eve was little to moving into the house I’m in now.
I’ve always slept inmybed.
I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with Dane’s bed. It’s comfortable enough and rather spacious. But it’s notmine.
Ugh, what is wrong with me?
Time to put on your big girl pants and just deal with it. You weren’t complaining earlier when you were fucking in here.
Thoughts of the sex flash through my mind. The second time around was just as good as the first. After I sucked his dick, he made sure to get me off three times. I’ve never had a man care if I came once, let alone three times.
If I knew what I was missing out on all of these years, maybe I would’ve put myself out there more. Oh, who am I kidding? Most guys probably wouldn’t hold a candle to Dane.
As I lie here, I finally have to pull myself out of my sexy thoughts. If I keep fantasizing, I’m going to want to do it again.
Not a bad idea.
No. That would probably be rude of me to wake him up just to fuck me.
Instead, I proceed to toss and turn, mindlessly hoping that sleep will finally overtake me. I have no idea how long I try before I hear a deep, “Michelle, honey, are you okay?”
“Uh, yeah. I’m fine.”
Without moving, he says, “You know, you’re still not a very good liar.”
Knowing I may as well just come clean, I sigh. “I can’t sleep.”
That gets him to sit up and look at me. “Is there something wrong?”
“It’s just…nothing…it’s stupid.”
“I’m sure it’s not. Talk to me.”
I’m lying on my back, and Dane drapes his arm over my stomach and gives me a few soft kisses on my shoulder.
“I’ve just never slept at a guy’s house…or really anywhere that wasn’t my own bed.”
“Oh.”
“I told you I’m kind of stuck in my ways. Change is hard for me. I’m sorry. I sound ridiculous.”
“You don’t sound ridiculous. I get it.” He props his head up with his hand. “Do you want to go back and stay at your place?”
“No!” I cry. “I mean I want to keep spending time with you.”
He smiles. “I think you misunderstood. I mean I’d come with you if sleeping in your own bed makes you feel better.”
