A Breezy Affair

R moves and positions herself on my pillow. This is decidedly uncomfortable. I argue with myself whether to raise a protest. But now I can feel her hair against the side of my neck…the rhythmic movements of her heaving chest just below my chin.
Now I am your average decent bloke. More often than not you’ll find me perfectly in control of myself. I’m not given to bouts of lascivious behavior and have on occasions resisted provocations to surrender myself to what I consider unholy temptations. But this was unfamiliar. Here is this girl who herself comes in at 2 am knowing fully well I was alone and then perches herself on my bed and even moves onto my pillow.

And then…