Martha

Chapter 18 Roommates

Chapter 18
Roommates

Placing my hand on Martha's forehead, I checked on her temperature. Did she really ask me to stay with her, in the same room? She had to be hallucinating.

"What are you doing?", Martha asked me, pushing my hand off her face and giving me a severe look.

"Nothing. Checking your temperature." I replied.

Martha was playing some sort of game with me... a dangerous one. Even more dangerous to me. Everything our eyes locked, I felt she could read my thoughts. Her blue orbs dragged me towards her like the Moon to the Earth. But I knew it was safer to put some distance between us. For our own safety, I couldn't be that close to hers.

"Why? I'm fine." She retorted while sitting up by the edge of the mattress darting at me with a mixture of curiosity and tenderness

"But... you just..." Certain,y I was confused. Well I wanted to be confused rather that believe true what she asked me. I lowered my gaze down to avoid her face and it didn't help at all. The v-neck on the shirt she wore, revealed too much than the desired skin on her cleavage. Her thighs, a little bit apart we're the place I wanted to lean on now.

"I just what... asked you to stay? Yes... And? I don't have to have temperature to ask you that... It has nothing to do with the big bump on my head either. I only want you to stay with me." Arching an eyebrow, she crooked a smile. It was obvious she liked her game the way it was. And then, she bit her lower lip.

"In what language do I have to tell you to stop doing that, woman!" I wasn't able to hold myself any longer. Grabbing Martha by her shoulders, I pulled her towards me. Our noses brushing, her breasts met my chest. I felt her heart beating as rapid as mine did.

In the most flirtatious manner, she spreads her legs apart, closing the gab between us completely and there was no way she could not sense how hard things were getting to me. "Do what!" Her voice softened, teasing me, seduced me.

"That thing with your lips..."

"What... this?" Bitting her lower lip again, she defiantly looked at me right into my eyes. That was the point of ebullition to me and I kissed her. My lips pressed on hers with ardent passion. I grabbed her by the waist to pull her even closer, to embrace her. Her delicate breasts crushed on my chest, our bodies colliding against each other as we moaned and groaned lustfully.

But no! I couldn't do that to her! I knew the reasons I brought her into my house, the first place and it was not fair, not right. And, before I threw Martha on my bed to make her mine, I released her.

We panted, gasping for air. Her lips were swollen after the kiss, cheeks flushed. There was no confusion on her face as I expected, perhaps, disappointment. Then she bit her lower lip... again... No! This woman was going to be my damnation. Why did she kept on doing that? Taking a few steps, I met the wall, as I tried to avoid her inquisitive stare.
"I'm sorry, Martha. I don't want to put you in this situation. I am a gentleman and you are a lady. It might sound cliche, but I owe you respect. You're my guest. This behavior would not repeat again... I beg your pardon."

"You don't find me attractive?" Martha sashayed her way closer to me towards me making me nervous.

"Yes! No, I mean, yes... look Martha, you are the most beautiful and interesting woman I've ever met, but  I don't want this to become a predicament. I asked you to stay here because I wanted to make sure nothing bad was going to happen to you, and nothing bad includes me taking advantage."

"Do you really care for me?" Cocking her head asides in a childish pose, she asked me.

I looked down at her, admiring the woman that was in my bedroom, dressed only with my t-shirt. It was surreal. "It might sound strange, but yes. I do care for you... I feel guilty for that bump in your head, and..."

"So, you pity me? because I do not need any pity..." Offended, she misunderstood my words as she cut me off.

I stopped her before she left the room. That was the last thing I wanted to happen in that moment. I would rather tie her to the posts of my bed instead. "No, I don't pity you! Don't put words on my mouth... I told you that..." I made a pause when the blonde rubbed her head again. I gently helped her sit on my bed. "Martha, you are a wonderful woman, but this conversation will have to wait until you feel better. No exasperation needed, okey? I will bring you the pills the doctor ordered, and you, like a good girl, will take them and rest... for the whole night. Is that understood, young lady?"

"Yes, Mr. Grau." Martha replied to me, a thin curve formed up on her lips. Leaning her back, she cuddled in my bed like a little girl. Obediently, Martha took her pills with a glass of water.

"Good girl", I said while walking out the dormitory.

"Please, I want you to stay... in this room... in this bed, with me."

"Martha I don't think it is a good idea."

"I promise I would behave... I won't bite my lip anymore... please." She pleaded, placing her palms together.

"Are you sure? Do you mean sleeping? Next to you? In this bed?" I asked and Martha nodded and smirked. There's no other way around it, and wasn't that what I wanted too? "Ok... I will sleep with you tonight... I mean, I will stay with you in the same bed, but like roommates." I laid down in the bed next to her. Martha rolled her body closer to me... really closer... extremely closer, and placing her head on my chest, she curled up there.

Awed, I couldn't believe my eyes. What were the odds. After all these months spying on her, believing her an old lady, a witch, I had Martha, this Martha. The Martha everyone talked about. I was embracing Martha. I had kissed Martha. How did we end in that position, I don't know, but it was a nice and comfortable position indeed.

While caressing her hair, I thought that all I wanted was to prove Martha was a nice lady and that everybody had a misconception of her... But that was too far from having her on my bed... of feeling the way I did.

For the rest of the night I counted to ten... to ten times ten and then to ten thousand trying by all means to get rid off the cravings of having the woman sleeping to my sides. Having hers so close to me and knowing that she wore nothing more than my t-shirt didn't help that much. I prayed to all the saints I knew asking for the purity of my heart, soul and certain parts of my body at least only for that night.