Root Around in Her Bed Stand

The air was thick with Dawn's heavenly scented perfume. The whole bedroom smelt like the girl of my endless fantasies. But having probably ruined my chances of ever being with Dawn, it now only served as a cruel reminder.

I felt beyond frustrated with myself and possessed that all too familiar empty feeling.

In moments like this, there's only one thing to fall back on... a good old danger wank. But no ordinary one. I wanted to empty sacks in style.

So as Dawn slept downstairs, I tiptoed across her bedroom which was only lit by a small desk lamp and sat down on the edge of the bed.

On top of the night table lay a slightly worn copy of Middlemarch and a small drawing pad with a detailed drawing of a blooming daisy which was entwined with a closed one. Quickly, I flipped a few pages and smiled as I found a sketch of me snoring on the couch.

I felt proud... but then guilty.

My heart sunk. Should I return downstairs and forget my night of mischief?

But then I remembered what went on earlier that night. Dawn's temper, my embarrassment. Her rejection.

No. I was going to do this.

Slowly, and carefully I pulled out the top drawer, anticipating some used sex toy which would still carry the scent of her most intimate body part or some hints to Dawn's dirtiest fantasies.

But rummaging around I found only mundane things. Some tealights, a lighter, a deodorant, a box of fresh pads, a packet of Aspirin, a few pencils and a lot of flashcards.

I let out a frustrated groan and was about to give up when a handwritten letter showed up. It was neatly folded but showed old creases that hinted that it had been screwed into a ball once or twice.

Was it a love letter? One to me which she never had the heart to send? One in which she confessed her true feelings for me, despite telling me the opposite?

The lined paper rustled as I carefully unfolded it. The handwriting was quite unlike Dawn's, who wrote neatly even when jotting down notes.

So I was intrigued... Who was it from?

Quickly, I turned the letter right side up and tried to make out the scribbled signature on the right bottom.

Kuth... Ketth..., I tried to make out before it suddenly clicked, Keith! Dawn's brother!

It wasn't exactly what I was looking for but interested me nevertheless.

Turning the page, my eyes darted to the beginning of the letter and I started to decipher the griffonage from Dawn's pothead brother:

Reaching the end of the page, I swiftly turned around the letter and continued reading the scrawl which was even more crabbed.

I immediately remembered that scene. I was chatting with Keith in the living room while Dawn was serving tea. As she came in, a spoon dropped down and after putting down the tray on the table, she turned around and bent all the way down. Instinctively, I averted my gaze and looked at Keith. I couldn't see his face but already suspected that he stared at her lovely bum.

I shouldn't have looked away! I sighed with regret and imagined the view of the panties which showed the outline of Dawn's lovely pussy lips.

Those round cheeks all naked..., I imagined how my best friends buttocks would look like without the shiny fabric of her favourite leggings, finding myself rubbing the growing bulge in my pants.

"Lucky bastard!" I gritted my teeth, envious that it wasn't me who walked in on naked Dawn.

I knew you weren't telling me the truth..., I thought, remembering that Tuesday a few months ago when we wanted to meet after our lectures but Dawn didn't show up.

The next days, I called all her friends but nobody has heard a peep from her. I was worried sick and even skipped my lectures to search the streets for Dawn.

On Saturday almost two weeks later, she texted me all of a sudden to come over and watch TV as if nothing had happened. Asking her about it, she just put it off, telling me that she had visited a friend in Scotland I've never had heard before.

What the hell has she done? I wondered before reading the last lines of the letter.

Quite upset about her bare-faced lie, I was about to wake up Dawn, confronting her with the letter which belied her and forcing her to tell me the truth. But then, she would have known that I had invaded her privacy.

Maybe I should just have an angry wank..., I considered, pushing my hand against the slight erection in my pants.

There must be a picture of Dawn! I suddenly remembered, looking around, before a sordid thought sneaked into my mind, Or I could use the original...