You awake with a start from a deep slumber at the light coming from the direction of the doorway.

A figure stands at the doorway. You blink, the sleep still attacking your eyes, your mind awhirl from being ripped from a dream.

“It’s only me,” I say quietly. “It is all right.”

“How did you get in?” you ask, confusion dwelling through your brain.

I close the door, shrouding the room again in darkness.

You hear me approach the bed. “I know where you hid the key,” I say with a slight giggle.

You feel my weight on the side of the bed.

You blink, still confused, still a little bit afraid. You know I would never hurt you, but finding me here has you with your guard up. “Why ... why are you here?” That is the only question you can think of asking, though a million others swirl in your mind.

You feel a hand softly rest on your shoulder. “I heard you had a pretty rough day today.”

That question does not expel the confusion; it only adds to it. But you nod. “Yeah. It was pretty shitty.”

You feel the weight of the bed shift as I shift. “Do you want to talk about it or anything?”

You shake your head until you realize the folly of the act. I cannot see you. “Not really,” you say quietly. I am softly massaging your bare shoulder, my fingers smoothing over it. It feels good. It calms you just a little bit. “I ... this is unexpected. It’s pretty weird.

“I know,” I say. “But you know I will never hurt you. You at least know me that well.”

You do. You lay your head on the pillow, face first, my touch sending small thrills up and down your spine.

My fingers find your back, your spine, as I run them up and down your bare back, your bare skin tingling to the sensation of my touch.

“Would you like to cuddle?” I ask quietly.

You nod, again forgetting I cannot see you.

But I know the answer: crawling into bed behind you, wrapping my arms and legs around you in a cocoon.

I place my chin on top of your head. You feel my breath in your hair as my arms wrap around you to protect you from whatever evil came out to bother you today.

“You do know I love you a lot, right?” I whisper.

You nod and gulp. “I guess so. I wish you had knocked, however. Unlocking the door ... if it was somebody else, it might be like an invasion.”

“I truly am sorry for that,” I say quietly. “If you want me to leave...”

“No. I like your touch. A lot.”

I hold onto you tightly.

You moved into the apartment two years ago, your very first place. Sure, your parents lived nearby – but it was your own place. It had been your sanctuary.

But from day one, I had been down the hall, living in my own space. I watched you for days, weeks, months, years. Your beauty was like none I had ever seen before.

I had been married before, even somewhat recently. I had never found myself attracted by another woman in my life.

I am unsure what brought those thoughts to mind when seeing you, but your hand unwittingly planted the seeds. They had grown.

We talked many times. I cherished the conversations with you many times.

Yet, each time, somewhere in my mind, I continued to tell myself that you would be the first time I would ever make love with another woman.

We had talked about sex several times recently. Our conversations had grown very intimate, very explicit.

Much to my delight, I had found you also desired to be with another woman. I discovered that you had not been with one before, either. But the desire was there. The desire was great.

A few nights ago, you got a little tipsy over a tub of ice cream and some sweet wine, and with that, your lips became a bit looser.

You told me you had a compelling desire to be with another woman. You admitted that you fantasized about it. You had explicit dreams about it. You watched porn and played with yourself as two women would make love on the screen.

You admitted to me that sometimes, you wished it could be me.

My heart went into my throat upon finding that my secret desires were your hidden ones.

I knew where you hid the extra key to your apartment when you locked yourself out.

That night, I used the key to enter your apartment, your bedroom quietly, and then your bedroom.

Now, I hold your naked body, pressing my own nude body into it, holding you tight.

You can feel my nipples hardened, pressed against your back. You can feel my breath softly blowing through your hair with each exhalation. You can feel my hands pressed against your tummy, holding it tight.

You can feel the heat of my groin pressed against your buttocks. It increases your heat.

“I love you so much,” I whisper, kissing the top of your head and kissing your ears, nibbling on your earlobe. You let out a little gasp.

You softly chew on my earlobe playfully as I let out tiny giggles, then sigh as your lips find the nape of my neck, kissing it softly. Your lips find my veins and the muscles in my neck as you kiss softly around them. Tiny shivers run through your spine as one of your hands instinctively grasps onto my wrist, still splayed on your tummy.

My lips find your lips. Your lips welcome mine as they drift over each other slowly, spreading moisture over the other, tongues flickering out to taste the lips of the other.

With deep sighs, both of our lips part to welcome the lips of the other,

You have rolled over now, facing me, both of us lying on our sides, arms wrapped around each other’s middles, legs curled, bodies apart, but lips attached.

We breathe deeply as we kiss passionately, the warm air from my nose blowing over your cheeks each time I exhale.

One of my hands reaches over and squeezes your cute little behind.

You giggle a little and answer in kind. The feeling of my butt in your hand grows the desire even more.

We now both lay on our sides, looking lovingly into each other’s eyes, not needing to vocalize our love for each other nor to vocalize our mutual growing lust for each other.

With growing desire and growing boldness, you move your hand up until it cups one of my breasts.

It is larger than yours, and you marvel at that fact, feeling my hardening nipple in your palm as your fingers run over it, squeezing it, caressing it, softly pinching my nipples as I let out pleasured sighs.

My hand moves to your breast, so small but so full of desire. You let out a small gasp as I touch it, the chill waving through your body instantly.

You feel your nipple harden and softly tweak it as if I were turning a radio dial. You let out a small moan of desire.

Without a word, I lean my head over and take your nipple into my mouth, suckling on it gently. You let out a louder sigh of desire as my cheeks hollow, sucking on your nipple, my hands on each side of your hips, holding you tight and close, your hands finding the back of my head to keep it close to your heaving chest.