I would be lying if I said I never thought of that last night before May disappeared off to uni, and I started my new job. But I felt thoroughly ashamed of my bad behaviour, so tried to keep the event at the back of my mind. This worked until I had a few to drink and felt randy. Then, once alone in bed I’d play back the scene in my head. Which invariably gave me the relief I needed, plus a good sleep was assured.
Of course, I would end up dreaming of May, and her bottom!
Quite out of the blue I got a letter through the post. Remember those? I recognised the handwriting. It was from her — May. I wondered why she hadn’t text or even emailed. I mean, who writes letters nowadays? Then it suddenly occurred to me that even though I had messaged, she hadn’t replied.
Eagerly, I tore open the envelope and began to read…
Hey
Hope your new job is going well. I am loving the independence of uni but missing my friends from home. Including you. Which is why I’m writing this letter. To try to explain what’s going through my mind. So difficult to do that in a quick fire text.
The last evening at your house… I felt so close to you and was willing for something to happen between us. The way you looked at me was electric. I wanted more … wanted you. But it wasn’t to be.
I went to bed, drunk, thinking the reason you never made a pass at me must be because I’m your sister’s best friend, and we’ve practically grown up together.
But during the night something weird happened that I keep returning to, confused.
I remember crashing out on the long couch and waking in the middle of the night a little chilly. Wearing just a long shirt, which had ridden up embarrassingly high, exposing me somewhat. And there you were… standing over me, wittering on about shutting the patio door as I must be cold. Before plonking yourself down on the sofa and tightly wrapping my cover — which had fallen on to the floor — around my body, as if you were trying to warm me up.
Being sleepy I didn’t question you. But, why were you standing over me? And why could I smell the aroma of — well — you know — ‘sex’?
Is it possible we actually got it on and in my drunken state I have forgotten what happened? Anyhow, if you want to shed a light over my confusion, please reply. I look forward to hearing from you — I always do!
Find out what happened between him and May… that night by clicking the link: I Decorated her Beautiful Bottom
Almost holding my breath, with my pulse thundering in my temples, I very carefully lifted the lightweight material… The linked story is actually one of my favourites I have written over the last year.
The above teaser story – Bad Behaviour – first appeared in a publication that I run on Medium with Posy and Marie, called Teaser Tales. Why not take a look. We are featuring short stories linking to hot erotica.
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