The morning after a quiet night

I wake in complete disorientation. The alarm is unfamiliar, and I have a woman in my arms. My hands are gently, protectively cupping her big, soft tits through her thin T-shirt. Also, my arms are both rather numb and my body is stiff; it appears I’ve spent the whole night in this position. I don’t feel particularly well-rested.

It isn’t long before I remember where I am, and why. It seems my subconscious prioritized Kristina above everything else, and she obviously didn’t object. Neither, I suddenly realize, did my cock, which is fully erect and hard as steel. The alarm goes off again and she stirs. She tries to reach for it; her motion presses her tits into my hands and her ass into my prick. She flinches a little, makes a small, startled noise, and comes fully awake herself. She purrs, puts her hands over mine, and rubs her ass against my erection. She turns her head, and I lift mine to meet hers; she gives me a long, slow kiss. “Thank you, Andrew,” she breathes, and kisses me again. Then, more briskly, she says, “I would happily lie here forever, but I think you probably ought to let me go so I can turn the alarm off.”

“You’re right, unfortunately,” I murmur, and let go of her. Kristina and I both sit up. She turns off the alarm and swings her legs over the side of her bed, while I massage my arms and move them around a bit to get the blood flowing again.

I’ve just gotten off the bed when Kristina comes back into the room. Her eyes fix immediately on my rod, which is still throbbingly erect. A strange look comes over her face, and she says, “Andrew?”

I wait a few moments, but she seems stuck. “Yes, Kristina?” I ask gently.

“I’m sorry,” she says hesitantly. “I shouldn’t have stirred you up like that—I ought to take care of you—but—”

I walk over and take her in my arms. I look into her eyes and say, “Kristina, you don’t have to apologize, and you don’t have to be sorry. I’ve never been through what you’re going through, but I can imagine how much pain you must be feeling. I didn’t come over here to get laid, and I didn’t sleep with you to—well, sleep with you. I did it to take care of you, to give you what you need, as much as I can. Yeah, I’ve fantasized about you, and you know I’m incredibly attracted to you. I hope you also know I care about you, and I certainly hope I have more integrity than to see your boyfriend’s **** as a chance to get lucky.

“I told you I’m happy to give you whatever you want from me, and I can assure you that if you want sex from me, I’ll be three times as happy. But if all you ever want from me is to hold you while you sleep, I’m happy to do that, too. I can get myself off later if I need to. I want to give you what you need, not take advantage of you.”

Kristina’s eyes light up. “And I told you that if I didn’t have Rob, you would more than do; and now I know that’s true in more ways than I had realized.” She puts her hand on my shoulder and says, “I want you so badly I can taste it. I want you to fuck my brains out, and I want you to make love to me. But—I’m not ready yet. Not right now, anyway. Is that OK?”

I kiss her forehead and tell her, “It’s fine. Do you want me to stay with you tonight?”

Kristina’s face is radiant; tears flow from her eyes, but her smile shines through. “If I’m here tonight. I’ll need to leave for the funeral—I don’t know when. If you can stay with me until then—” Her voice breaks, and I hold her fiercely; she rests her head against my chest and cries softly.

“I’m here for you,” I assure her softly as I stroke her hair. “I’m here for you.” I laugh a little, surprising her. “And tonight, I’ll even be here with my toothbrush.” She giggles, and I can feel the tension in her body ease—just a little, but it’s a start.