Pleasure Ourselves

The sun through the window has me awake, but I'm not in a hurry -- it's Saturday. Rolling over to the side of the bed, I look down at Lydia on her cushions. She's curled up, with her blanket pulled to her freckled shoulders, and her bright orange hair is spilling onto the pillow.

Hearing me stir, she opens her eyes and sits up, the blanket falling away. Her breasts catch the light, highlighting the small pink nipples against her pale flesh.

The bed creaks slightly above me, waking me slightly. The morning light is warming where it hits my skin and face. As the creaking continues, I open my eyes to see Andrew gazing down at me. My heart jumps a little at the possibilities of a new day, and I sit up and turn toward him, returning his gaze. My blanket falls away and the sun hits my bare skin as I shift and wiggle the sleepiness out of my joints.