Cuddle Roxy

You roll over to face Roxy. Your noses are almost touching. She’s awake and looking straight at you. It’s a look you’ve seen before, but not too many times. It makes your heart flutter just a little, but more than that, it makes you worry. It doesn’t hurt to be popular as the girl who’s going to lead CCL one day. It doesn’t hurt to be pretty and attractive.

But you don’t necessarily need girls to be falling in love with you. You have a plan for your life, after all, and that plan does not involve getting serious with any women. You are gayer than gay, but it’s 1980 and you want to have children. Not just children, but a career too. You have it all planned out.

There’s no room in that plan for someone like Roxy. Well… you can always make room, but the plan is so neat and tidy. It won’t stay that way with someone like Roxy around.

“What are you thinking about?” she whispers.

You give her a soft kiss, and she puts her arm over you. It’s cozy. It feels right.

You push all those thoughts out of your mind.

“Nothing,” you reply. “Go to sleep.”

You are worn out, and as you drift off to sleep in Roxy’s arms with Lisey pressed up against your back, your thoughts stray to Sissy. You picture her in bed with Professor Austen, the two of them holding each other, much like you and Roxy are right now.

You can’t ignore that situation. Making a plan to deal with it will be your first order of business tomorrow.

After taking a shower.

It’s proof of how exhausted you were that you sleep well in a single bed occupied by four other women. You are the first to wake up in the morning. It’s quite early; the sun’s not even up. You always wake up at this time.

There is no chance of sneaking out of bed. Everyone is intertwined. Lisey’s face is in your hair, Roxy’s is in your boobs, and legs are just… everywhere.

You aren’t going to politely lie here and wait for the others. Your hand is on someone’s rump. It’s very smooth and firm, so you’re thinking Lisey. You give it a few pats.

“OK, everyone,” you say, and that’s enough. Roxy blinks and comes awake, and Lisey stirs. You sit up to see Kris doing the same. She yawns and stretches, arching her back. It’s something to see those huge tits first thing in the morning with her doing something like that, but the exciting, breathless, lamplit sweaty magic of last night is gone. It’s reality. Five women in a tiny bed in a tiny room that stinks of sex. You need to bathe, brush your teeth, and someone owes Thandi some free laundry service and cleaning. That will probably end up being you.

Kris is turning red, Lisey is thinking the same thing you are, and Roxy’s… already getting that look from being so close to your naked body.

“Don’t even think about it,” you say, reaching out and touching her lips. “Just don’t.”

“OK,” she laughs.

And Karen? She rolls over, presenting her back to you, snoring loudly.

Wake her up?

Or let her sleep?