Chapter 10

At first, I thought it was the sun shining through the gaps between the blinds that had woken me. That is, until I opened one eye and found myself face-to-muzzle with BJ. As soon as she realized I was awake, her pink tongue shot out and zapped me a few times on the nose to greet me. The bed didn’t feel familiar and for a moment, I was disoriented. Other than BJ, nothing seemed right. Slowly, the memory of my nocturnal visit started to come back. I reached behind me, and to my dismay, I felt an empty bed.

Laying there, my mind continued to clear, and I became aware of my surroundings. I heard a shower running, and Sharon was humming a strange tune. I thought about getting out of the bed and sneaking up to my place, but instead, I decided to wait until she finished her shower. I wanted to thank her for putting up with me last night.

Finally, I heard the shower finish, the shower door open, and then bang shut. In a few minutes she came striding into the bedroom with just a towel wrapped around her damp hair. Gazing at her naked body, her amazing form impressed me. Her breasts sat high and firm with light coral nipples. You wouldn’t consider her shape to be hourglass, but I don’t believe you’d consider her Rubenesque either. Her normally pale pubic patch was still dark from being damp. I enjoyed looking at her.

I coughed softly so as not to startle her, and she turned. Sheepishly I looked up at her, and murmured, “Good morning.”

“Sorry, Matt, if I woke you. I needed to get ready to leave,” she informed me, and she sounded genuinely sorry she had to go.

“No, it wasn’t you. It was my other alarm clock; BJ.” I paused a moment, looking for the right words. “Ha ... look ... I don’t know where to start ... but ... well, about last night...”

She put her fists on her hips, and smiled down at me, “Stop!” She leaned over, reached forward and briefly caressed my cheek. “Look, let’s just say I owed you one from the time I barged in and forced myself on you. You’ve been in the dumps the past few days ... and ... actually, I was pleased you came back and allowed me to help.” As she spoke, she pulled the towel from her head and started drying the ends of her hair.

“Sharon, it was more than that. I’m not in the habit of showing my emotions, like I did last night. I guess I’m a bit embarrassed, and I feel a need to explain or apologize or...”

She stopped drying her hair, turned to face me, and her fists returned to her waist. She wasn’t exactly angry with me, but I could tell she wasn’t pleased with me either. “Damn it Matt, just like a man, don’t ever let them see you cry! Right?”

Her voice softened and she took a step towards me, “First, you don’t owe me any apology. Second, you’re a real dummy! Do you have a clue how good it made me feel you’d trust me enough to come down here last night? That you’d allow me to comfort you?” She paused, I didn’t know what to say. Finally, she continued, “After what you did for me that one night, I’ve always felt I owed you something ... ummm ... something I didn’t know if ... or even how, I could repay. Now I feel we’re ... well ... like kinda even, or something.” She sat down beside me and put her hand back on my cheek. I turned my head and kissed her palm. I could smell the fragrance of her shampoo on her hand. Her voice became a whisper, “You know I’d have made love with you last night if you’d wanted?”