Open Invitation

CHAPTER 2

A sudden sound brings me out of my peaceful rest and I open my hazed covered eyes. I'm laying against a warm mound of flesh that raises slightly in front of me till it peaks. I lift my head and rest on my side as I look at my bed fellow's face. It's an unbelievably beautiful woman who's still sleeping undisturbed by my motions.

"How drunk was I last night?" I think to myself. "I don't even remember this woman, let alone sleeping with her."

I assume that we had slept together, since I was fully naked and a quick glance under the blanket told me she was too. I looked about at my current surroundings which I do not recognize.

"This isn't my place," I think to myself. "Where the hell am I? Is this her place?" My mind settles on the idea and I rolled myself to the other side of the bed.

I stand up and stretch, breathing heavily the crisp morning air. I hear a click and my mind immediately focused on the door to my front as it swings open. My attention is rapt as my eyes behold not samurai, or ninja or gorillas, now why was I thinking that, but a simple man who pokes his head in.

"Ah, you're awake," he says.

I recognize his face, but can't put a name to it.

"Well, now I see why she chose you," the man continues as he casts an eye to my lower half, while pushing the door open the rest of the way.

I looked down. "Shit!" I blurt.

I had forgotten that I was naked and I thrust my hand behind me trying to find a suitable cover. I take hold of something flat and cover myself, giving the man an embarrassed smile.

"You looked better before," he stats simply. His eyes never leaving that downward slant.

I look down, my covering is a picture, that of a penis and what's more, it's smaller than my own, in proportion that is. I drop the picture on the floor and jump back into bed snatching the covers and pulling them over my exposed lower half.

The bed shakes violently from my sudden action and I hear the woman wake beside me. She sits up allowing the covers, which only partly conceal her nakedness, to fall about her waist.

She stretches. "What time is it?" she ask wearily.

The man's head darts to the clock on her bed side table. "Ten fourteen," he returns sharply.

She frowns. "Why so-" she stops mid-sentence as she takes a deep breath. "You brought coffee."

"I have brought you both breakfast," the man relays as he lays the tray down, which he had retrieved from the hallway, between the two of us. "I have a few things to attend to, but I shall return shortly."