Sleep Downstairs

I blushed at her implications, "I understand Dr. Bernard, thank you for your generous offer of letting me stay over and of course I will be sleeping downstairs. I do not wish to overstay my welcome." There was that, and I still couldn't gage the doctor's take on my relationship with her daughter. I don't think she disapproved but I had this aching feeling in the back of my head that reminded me of something calculating. It was the feeling I usually get around Scarlet.

"Ah, I understand. Bridget, fetch your father's pajamas for your new beau to wear for the night. He won't be home until morning anyway. I am going to turn in early, you know where to find me if you need anything."

"Sure thing mother." Bridget gave her mother a quick hug and went off on her task as Dr. Bernard retired to her bedroom. In that short period of time I was alone in their house, I decided to look around. Bridget's mother was a doctor so I imagined she was well off but what did her father do for a living? Judging by the works of art and the fur carpeting on the floor her must have some kind of prestigious profession. I will have to admit, I felt a bit intimidated. I never once cared about how a girlfriend's parents might see me until Bridget. My God, does that mean that I think she is special?

I shook off such an embarrassing thought and none too soon since Bridget came down the stairs with a set of sea foam-green silk pajamas and a blanket. "Try these on, I will think they will fit." Bridget handed me the pajamas.

"Thank you Bridget." I waited for her to leave but she just stood there watching me "Um, do you have somewhere I can change?" She remained silent. I sighed, I should have known better. I turned around pulled off the black turtleneck. It may seem ridiculous at this point but I still felt embarrassed whenever Bridget stared at my naked body. Not that I wasn't used to it at this venue but there was always something about the intensity of her gaze that made my body go through shameful urges on an emotional, mental, and physical level. I try to hide them as best as I can to maintain at least some degree of etiquette.

As I undressed (bare in mind I was still going commando), I could feel Bridget's hot stare on my buns as I slipped out of the jeans and into the silk bottoms. As I slipped my arms through the shirt, Bridget circled in front of me and started fastening the buttons. She left a trail of kisses up my chest on the exposed skin right before she buttoned me all the way up. Once she reached my neck, she wrapped her arms around me and gave me soft quaint kiss right on my lips. I put my arms around her and gave her another one.

"Are you sure you don't want to sleep in my room Avery? I only have a twin bed but I don't mind squeezing in." She looked dreamily into my eyes.

I wont deny it, I was tempted. How I wish I could just give into my carnal desires and whisk my woman up the stairs and ravage her in her tiny bed all night long.