Cover myself as gently as I can

I slowly raise a knee to get a corner of the blanket closer to me and reach out with my free arm, trying keep my breathing even not move any part of me she is touching. I hear Mindy's mouth open and close with a swallow as her head nuzzles my chest. After a long, slow stretch, I grasp a piece of the blanket and pull it over my morning wood, using the weight of my hand to **** it to the side to be less conspicuous. I lay there for a long time, feeling more and more uncomfortable in this position. The next time that Mindy starts to move, I take the opportunity to straighten myself out. Mindy rouses. She squints and looks around, smiling when she sees me looking at her. I smile back.

“Sleeping okay?” She asks.

“I was, but I think we are asking too much from this couch.” She looks at my posture and snorts.

“I see. Come, lets go to the bed.” She stand up. I wince as I try to stretch myself. She extends her hand to me, which I take, sitting up slowly to fix my shorts under the blanket, then I follow her into her room. I crawl straight into the bed while she spends a minute in the closet. She emerges wearing a sensible nightie and gets into bed next to me. To my surprise, she leans over and kisses my cheek, then rests her head back on the pillow.

“What is that for?” I ask.

“Thank you for everything you did for me today. It means a lot to me. I owe you one.” We face each other with tired smiles for a while.

“You don’t owe me...but I have a request for you.” I slide closer to her.

“What’s that?”

“Make me the sixth man you’ve made out with.”

Mindy smiles, looking into my eyes. It takes her a minute to decide how to respond. “Just this once... It just kissing... and it doesn’t leave this room, okay?”

“Deal.” I lean forward and begin to kiss her tenderly on the lips.