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Ryder - Naps and Proposal Mishaps
“Hello?” I say, answering the phone through my car’s hands-free connection.
“You want to come to my place before the party?” It’s Denise. I just left her in the parking lot of that diner and she’s already calling me. If you saw me smiling right now, you’d think I was a crazy person. No one smiles this widely when they’re alone in a vehicle.
“I’d love to, on one condition.”
“What’s that?” she asks, the suspicion clear in her voice.
“We need to have a short nap. All that talk of napping earlier left me looking forward to having one, and I think you need one too.”
She laughs. “Yes, that sounds perfect.”
“OK, I’ll meet you at your place.”
“See you soon,” she says, then disconnects the call.
Good. Now I have a ten-minute drive to get this stupid grin off my face. And to convince my dick to calm down a little, if that’s even possible. Just the thought of sleeping next to Denise has him all sorts of excited.
Driving to Denise’s place gives me time to think about what I plan to do once I get there. As much as I want to do more, I think it’s best to stick to the nap like I said. Not only did Denise look like she could really use one, I’m hoping I get the chance to hold her like I did last time. I don’t think that physical contact is what she invited me over for, and I’m not going to go for anything more than holding her while she sleeps. I can’t deny that being able to touch her was my primary motivation for asking to nap with her, though. And just thinking about touching her makes my dick painfully hard.
I drive around for a few extra minutes so by the time I get to Denise’s my smile is less crazy looking and my dick is at a much more manageable rigidity. Thanks to my extra driving time, she’s beaten me here, so I park behind her in the driveway. I get out of my car, walk to her door, and take a deep, calming breath.You can do this,I tell my dick.We’re not here to get in her pants. We’re here to nap, and to be a good friend. That’s it.Nothing like a little pep talk to keep the ol’ cock in line, am I right? I just hope it works.
“I’m here,” I call out after knocking and letting myself in.
“I’ll be right down,” she yells from upstairs. “Grab yourself a drink from the fridge if you want.”
“Do you want me to get anything for you?”
“No, thanks.”
I get myself a soda from the fridge and bring it back to the living room. Sitting on the couch I look around her townhouse and remember that I was going to ask her about that string art that she has up everywhere. I’m still working on making my apartment feel more like a home, but acquiring enough art that I like is proving difficult. I don’t just want to buy a bunch of stuff that I don’t really love.
“Hey.” Denise comes around the couch to sit beside me.
“Nice shirt.” I smile when I see she’s wearing the shirt I left in her laundry last week. “It looks sort of familiar.”
She chuckles a little. “Oh yeah, sorry. Found it in the laundry and claimed it. It’s so comfortable.”
“Well then, it’s yours. It looks better on you anyway.” It’s way too big, hanging to the middle of her thighs, but I love how she looks in it. Because it’s mine, and it makes me feel, just a little, like she’s mine too.
She lowers her eyes a little before looking up at me. “I’ve never had a nap date before,” she says quietly. “So how does it work?”
I think for a second, my tongue pushing my lip ring from side to side. I can’t come right out and say that I just want to hold her while she sleeps, even though I want it more than anything, so I settle on giving her options. “Well, we know we’re going to nap. It’s up to you how that will look.” She nods. “Last time I was here with you, we slept on the couch for hours, so we can do that again. Or I can nap on the couch and you can nap in your bed.” She looks into my eyes, urging me on. “Or, we can both nap in your bed. But whichever option you choose, we need to make sure we set an alarm so that we make it to the party on time. I don’t think either of us want to miss it.”
“You especially,” she laughs. “Considering you made the ultimate sacrifice to keep Alex occupied.”
I laugh along with her.
“Yeah. Probably wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had, I can admit that now.”
I lean forward to grab my soda from the coffee table, taking a long drink to calm my nerves. I meant it when I said it was up to her, but I am really hoping she picks one of the two options that get me closer to her. Even if we wind up on the couch again. As long as I get to hold her, I’ll be happy.
Suddenly she stands up and reaches out to take my hand. I let her pull me up off the couch and follow as she leads me down the hallway and up the stairs. When we get into her bedroom, I look around.
“There’s more room here.” She gestures to her king-size bed. “We’ll both be more comfortable this way.”
