Lay on the desk

I look at Mom’s desk and decide it offers a good setting for what I have planned for Alex. I lay on my side, striking a pose like one of those Renaissance sculptures. One leg is straight, and the other is bent, with my foot resting just behind the knee of the straight leg. I rest the back of my head on one hand and look upward toward the ceiling in a dreamy, contemplative look. With my other hand, I reach upward, as if plucking a star from the heavens. I don’t know how artistic the pose is, but I know Alex well enough to know that he could very well cream his jeans at the very sight of me!

There is a knock at the door, and I hear Eric say, “Mr. Gippers here to see you, Ma’am.”

I smile. Eric is playing his part perfectly. I respond in what I hope is a businesslike voice. “Thank you, Eric. You can send him in. I don’t think I’ll be needing anything further from you this morning.”

“As you wish, Ma’am,” comes Eric’s amused voice. The next thing I hear is the sound of the office door opening. I retain my pose, continuing to gaze upward, trying to imagine Alex’s face as he sees me. I picture his eyes growing wide and a few seconds’ delay as his brain struggles to process what his eyes are telling him. I then picture his mouth stretching out into a smile and his eyes taking on a wicked gleam as he hurries to rip off his clothes as he makes his way toward me.

I silently count the seconds until he speaks, preparing myself for something like, “Damn, girl! You look fine!” or “You naughty thing!”

“Um.... Kathy?”

I snap my head in his direction. Something is definitely out of place. Standing in the doorway, as I expected is the tall, muscular football player’s body. The dark hair and piercing eyes are right where they should be. Everything about it is right except for one small detail. It isn’t Alex.

“Alan?” I exclaim, sitting up quickly with my knees to my chest, and holding them there with my arms. Yes, the guy who is staring at my naked body fits the description of my hot boyfriend in almost every respect; that’s not surprising, considering that it is his twin brother, Alan.

“I’m so — I just — “ I stammer, trying to explain myself while also furiously scanning the room, looking for some article of clothing. “I was expecting Alex!”

Alan is obviously embarrassed, and once he gets over the shock of walking in on a naked woman, he appropriately turns his head. “Of course... I, um.... Is there something I can do?”

I look at the bathroom where I stashed my clothes. “Yes... Just stay there. I’m going to get dressed. Don’t look!”

He turns his back while I get off the desk and scamper across the room to the partially-open door. I turn my head, confirming that he is not looking, and say, “I’ll be just a second!”

Alan responds, but I don’t hear him because in my flustered state, I smack into the door, slamming it shut.

“Ow!” I cry out and grab my shoulder. Alan instinctively responds by turning and asking, “Are you ok?” I see his look of shock once again as he sees my nude body. He looks embarrassed and turns away again, but I can’t help but notice that his eyes do a run up and down my body a couple of times before doing so.

“I’m ok... I’m just a klutz. Hang on...” I reach for the door to duck inside, only to find, to my horror, that the door is locked. I tug on it and turn the knob both ways furiously, but it will not open.

“What’s the matter?” asks Alan.

“This door...” I say, continuing to try to get the knob to turn. “I seem to have locked myself out of the bathroom!”

My mind races for a solution, when I hear a rustling sound from behind me. I look, and I see Alan pulling off his button-up shirt. At first I am about to give him a piece of my mind, but I see him reach back without looking, handing the shirt to me. “Here,” he says. “This might help.”

Gratefully, I take the shirt from him and put it on. He is, in many ways, the spitting image of Alex, and many is the time I have pulled on one of Alex’s football jerseys after making love. They fit him nicely for a shirt, but for me, they work quite well as a nightgown. I button up the shirt and pull it down as far as it will go. It reaches just a bit past my waist, and I wouldn’t want to go out in public like this, but at least I’m not entirely indecent.

“Thank you, Alan. That really helps. I appreciate it.”

Alan turns around an looks at me with an amused expression. “I’m sorry to disappoint you; I didn’t realize my brother was coming here today.”

I look at the bathroom again, wondering how I’m going to get my clothes. I decide that problem can wait for a bit. Trying to regain control of the situation — and my dignity — I motion toward a sofa and invite Alan to sit. I sit on the end opposite to him, with my legs curled under me.

“I’m sorry to put you through that,” I say. “I guess that’s not exactly what you expected.”

He laughs. “I expected — well, I hoped — I’d see some naked women while I was here, but you’re right; I didn’t think it would be you. Of course, it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before.”

“You what?”

He laughs. “You probably didn’t even see me. A few weeks ago I got home late, and as I came through the living room, you and Alex were going at it pretty hot and heavy in front of the TV.

I feel myself blushing. I remember that night, and I’m the one who’s responsible. Alex was watching a football game, and I was feeling pretty horny. I kept feeling him up and even started giving him a blowjob right there on the sofa, hoping to get his attention off of the game so we could go upstairs. The more I teased him, though, the hornier I got, until I just couldn’t wait any more. I knew his parents were asleep, but I hadn’t factored in whether his brother might walk through.

My cheeks really feel warm, and I say, “Um... well, sorry for that, too! You probably think that’s all Alex and I do.”

“Nah... don’t worry about it. If I had a girlfriend like you, I’d be doing the same.”

I run his words through my mind a few times, wondering if he just meant that as a compliment or if he really meant more. I decide to let it pass for now.

“So... Aside from wanting to see naked women... Mission accomplished, by the way.... What brings you here today?’

Now it’s Alan’s turn to look embarrassed. He seems to be wrestling with himself. He says, “Actually, this is probably a really bad idea. Maybe I should just forget it.”