Good Times Are Now

3 - Meeting Roger

Chapter 3
Meeting Roger

Roger was surprised to feel the rays of the sunlight streaming through the curtains and not feel a searing pain in his head soon after. Much to his amazement, he slept rather well considering that he was pissed out of his mind the night before. He didn't open his eyes, as he sighed dreamily into the comfort of his own bed, feeling as if he was suspended inside a cloud. The pillows felt softer and the air felt tranquil. In fact, the air appeared to be pulsating a tender warmth against his face.

Instinctively, his arm draped over the other side of the bed, hugging a large pillow that lay on top of his other arm. He pulled the pillow close to his body absorbing its strange warmth.

Roger lay there in blissful comfort for quite a few minutes before waking up completely and shooting his eyes open in realisation.

He froze as his eyes met a face. The pulsating warmth he felt were the steady breaths that escaped this girl's face. The warmth that he held close to his body was her own body, dressed in a pair of silk shorts and singlet. Roger sighed. It wasn't like this hadn't happened before, but most of the time, his mind did him the common courtesy of at least playing back some of the highlights of a drunken night of passion. This morning, he could only seem to recollect the first few drinks he had at the pub, but no further than that.

Roger couldn't go back to rest after nuzzling up against this girl, and seeing as though she was in a deep peaceful sleep, he decided to take matters into his own hands and retreat to a shower.

However, his arm which she had been laying on top of had fallen asleep. Muffling a frustrated groan, he wrapped his other arm around her to lift her up to free his dead arm. Though it was a bit more a struggle than he thought. After many attempts to lift her, he was surprised that she was still fast asleep. Now that he thought about it, he actually hadn't seen her move or stir in her sleep at all.

Roger slowly poked her face to observe a reaction. Nothing. After a few more unsuccessful pokes, he shook her a little bit. Nothing. He then shook her more aggressively and even pinched at her shoulder. Nothing. For a split second he assumed the worst, but dismissed it straight away. Not even Roger was haughty enough to believe a girl would pass away after a night of shagging him.

He felt her steady breaths again and sighed in relief. Then finally she turned. She was still asleep but she arched her back in a way that gave Roger's other arm a moment of freedom. But she had dropped her weight back on it as she let out a sleepy hum.

Maya felt her sleep slightly disturbed, and would not allow herself to wake up completely just yet. She assumed Tim had snuck in for a morning tryst again. "Not now..." She mumbled sleepily.

Roger looked at the girl quizzically. He waited a couple seconds after she seemingly fell back into a deep sleep before carefully climbing over her to use his free arm to lift her up slowly. He froze as she groaned slightly agitated. "I said... not now..."