Wake him up.

After checking the mirror one last time, I confirm that I’m ready to go. Now I just need my trusty boyfriend to drive me to work. The cute little snore that I hear coming from my bed tells me that Alex probably isn’t quite ready to get behind the wheel just yet.

Among the advantages of having parents who are international porn stars is that they have never been overly prudish regarding teenage sex. Oh, I got the usual lectures about being safe and all that sort of thing, but my brother and I have felt free to bring our dates home and spend the night from the moment we started dating. That’s a fact that never fails to take guys by surprise. Fellows who are used to sneaking around about sexual things are not only shocked when I tell them that my parents don’t care whether they spend the night, but you should see their expressions when Mom and Dad invite them to the breakfast table and ask them about the prior night’s activities.

That’s how it was with Alex. The first time he spent the night at our house, I had to keep telling him that we didn’t have to sneak or try to be quiet. The next morning, his face was bright red as he sat next to me at the breakfast table, and Mother asked me if he was very good at cunnilingus.

Since that time, he has relaxed considerably, and he spends about half of his nights in my bed. Last night I had a hard time sleeping, being preoccupied with my first day of work. Since I couldn’t sleep, and I had a handsome stud laying right next to me, I did the only logical thing. Based on the fact that it is well past his usual wake up time, Alex’s snoring tells me that I may have worn the poor guy out.

I look at the clock and make a decision.