It's cool and my skin is complaining, laying goose bumps across my flesh. But I can't find the energy to pull the blankets from the foot of the bed. I can't even remember where my clothes were thrown. Probably laying a path from the front door to the bedroom. All of your clothes, jeans, tee-shirt and boxer briefs are in a pile on the floor at your side of the bed. Funny how even though I've never shared a bed with you before this weekend, the right side is yours, left mine.
Emerging from the bathroom you hand me a glass of water. I can't help but admire your naked body. I rarely get a chance to just look at the male form. Yours pleases me, warming my stomach and between my legs. You would just have to touch me and I would be ready to go again. But you don't, at least not like that. You grab the blankets and cover both our bodies and I notice you don't leer like other