I decided the best thing to do was wait it out. I lay there and let languor overtake me until I was drifting in and out of sleep. My body felt heavy and warm.
I'm not sure what it was that finally woke me. I had been sleeping deeply when I felt, I don't know, a change of atmosphere and started blinking back to wakefulness. I looked up to find the Flatmate staring down at me. We were still very intimately entwined. I was trapped by his gaze, unable to move, I was very aware of our bodies against each other. The press of my breasts against his chest, my hardening nipples, my arse in his hands, my very damp pussy against his still hard cock, the throb of my clit against my lace knickers, skin to skin, face to face. I felt charged and alive. The air practically crackled around us.
In an unspoken moment we both started to back away. His hand came off my arse, the other no longer trapped me against him. I pulled my arms away and we unwound our legs. We both shifted back, both to the far sides of our pillows. Neither of us spoke. We both waited, trying to judge the situation and each other. In the end I spoke up,
"Sleep well did you?"
"Until you wrapped yourself around me I did. After that it was like being smothered by a very warm ape. You're a furnace. I didn't know anyone could get that warm without combusting. Plus it would have taken a force stronger than God to remove you."
"You seemed to be sleeping pretty well when I woke up earlier."
"What can I say? You're a very easy woman to hold."
"Yes, I could tell you were starting to enjoy it." He didn't quite blush but laughed, trying to shrug it off.
"Well now I know why my flatmate risked the wrath of that bitch who calls him her girlfriend. You're certainly easy on the eye... and the hand.
Ah if only he hadn't mentioned my escapades with that boy, his flatmate. I could happily have stayed in bed with him all morning and then who knows where it would have gone? Mentioning his flatmate though? Bit of a mood killer.
I laughed and stood up.
"Lucky you, getting an eyeful and copping a feel. I would like to pretend that not a lot of men get that but I think it would be hard to claim based on recent behavior. Now, any chance you can get me my dress? If you remember that was the point in me staying here and and not just so I could press myself against you."
He laughed too and got up.
"Any time, darlin', any time."
I waited in the bedroom. The Flatmate greeted the boy and his girlfriend - obviously now having breakfast together - and asked to borrow a shirt. Then he went through to the boy's room. A few moments later and he was back, my dress crumpled up inside the borrowed shirt. I shook out the dress and started to unbutton the shirt I had borrowed for bed.
The flatmate turned though I don't know if it was out of embarrassment or to protect my "modesty." I dressed quickly and ran a hand through my hair and a finger under my eyes to wipe off the worst of last nights make up.
"Thanks for everything." I touched my gently on the shoulder to remind him I was leaving. He turned back around. Hands on his hips he considered me and said,
"It's a shame you know. I would have liked to have to have known you better."
"But under the circumstances that's a bit yucky?" He laughed and replied,
"A bit."
I stepped forward and kissed him on the cheek.
"Another time, another place, who knows."
I left his bedroom and him standing there. The boy and his girlfriend were indeed eating breakfast together. I smothered my need to laugh. The girlfriend sneered and snorted at me so I bent to give her boyfriend a kiss and said,
"It was simply wonderful to meet you last night. I had a great time."
I left to the sound the the Flatmates laughter, the boys denials and the girlfriends shrill demands.

