Napping on her turf

Through the week that followed, there was no more physical contact between us. Cat still laughed and joked and generally flirted with me, but that was it. She was one of many of the new friends I was making, but in spite of that fact, I did see a lot of her, her living so close to me.

I would often go over to her room to hang out and have a beer after classes were done, since her room was on the other side of the building, got less sunlight, and was invariably cooler. The cheap bastards running the school wouldn't put AC in all the rooms, so that was the best we could do, basically. Already, by the end of the first week, I spent a lot of my free time in Cat's room, because it was cooler, and because I enjoyed hanging out with Cat and her roommate, both of whom were crazy, in their own lovable ways.

So, one week later, I was hanging out in Cat's room. I was done with classes for the week, but Cat still had one more afternoon session to attend, and, eventually, she decided not to skip it. I asked if I could stay in her room and nap, being quite a bit behind on sleep, and fearing the 10 degrees plus different in temperature that would await me if I went back to my own room. She made fun of me for even asking, told me to feel free to sleep on her bed if I didn't feel like sleeping on the couch (which was a little too short for me to lay on lengthwise), then flitted off to class, locking the door behind her.

I layed down on top of her bed and tried to fall asleep. It was too warm. I decided to set Cat's alarm for five minutes before she got back from class, and strip down to my boxers. I knew her roommate was gone for the weekend already, on account of some sports related trip, so I wasn't worried about her barging in. I layed down on top of her bed again, and, this time, was able to fall into a fitful sleep. Even though I was not under any covers, the bed still smelled strongly enough of her to steer my dreams. My dreams were, in a word, explicit.

I awoke not to the sound of an alarm clock, but rather to the sound of a key turning in a lock. It confused me, because it was not a sound I was expecting to hear. I then heard the sound of a door opening, and I was suddenly and fully awake. In a fraction of a second, I took in my surroundings. I was in Cat's room. I was lying on her bed. I was flat on my back. I was only wearing my boxers. I had an erection. My erect cock was sticking out through the flap in my boxers. I did not have any covers over me. The door was opening. Horrified, I looked over at the alarm clock, and realized that I must have set it for the wrong am/pm. Knowing I only had a second before Cat walked into the room, I did the only thing I could do, which was to roll over on to my stomach.

Cat walked into the room, and though I could not see her, I could imagine what she was thinking. "Hmm, a pile of clothes on the floor. Hmm, a boy, in his boxers, on my bed." I heard the door swing shut, and heard Cat throw the deadbolt. I could not see anything, but neither could I move, really, without exposing myself, literally. Since I really didn't know how to play the situation, I decided to pretend I was asleep, and attempted to adjust my breathing appropriately.

There followed a long silence, in which I could hear nothing but my pretend-deep-sleep breathing, and the pounding of the blood in my ears.