"Craig..."
"Craaaiig..."
I woke slowly to my name being whispered and a hand on my arm, gently shaking me awake. Pulling myself out of dreams I already couldn't remember, I saw my house guest, Shana, standing next to the bed. She was wearing what I presumed were her sleep clothes, an over-sized t-shirt that hung down almost to her knees.
"Shana? What time is it? What's going on?" I asked, confused. It's not every day that a stripper wakes you up in the middle of the night.
"I'm really sorry Craig. it's three-thirty in the morning but that couch is killing my back tonight," she whispered. "Is it ok if I share this bed with you for the night?"
Still not fully awake, I turned to the empty side of the king-sized bed I was laying in. "Sure Shana, whatever you want. Just let me go back to sleep."
I rolled back over on my side and felt the bed shift a bit as she climbed under the blankets. Fortunately in a matter of moments I was back asleep.
Hours later, I woke to the light of morning coming through the bedroom window. Hearing slow breathing behind me, I turned and saw Shana fast asleep. I vaguely recalled her waking me in the middle of the night and shook my head.
Climbing out of bed, I grabbed some clothes from my dresser and took them to the bathroom. After a quick shower and getting dressed, I headed to the kitchen to make some breakfast. As I began scrambling eggs and getting bacon in the pan, my mind started wandering to how I now found myself with a beautiful young woman in my bedroom.
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I originally met Shana through a good friend of mine, Alex. Alex and I had known one another for years after bonding over common interests in movies. Alex was in his mid-twenties while I was a good ten years older but that didn't get in the way of our friendship.
A few years into knowing one another, Alex started dating Shana. They had known one another in high school and then lost touch. A few years later they randomly ran into one another when Shana was on her way to a strip club to try and get her first job dancing. He asked her out, they started dating and that's how she and I met.
I will admit, when I met Shana, I thought she was way out of Alex's league. He's a funny guy but I don't think anyone would confuse him with handsome. Shana, on the other hand, is stunning. At about five feet tall, she has a petite but athletic frame, long blonde hair, quite small breasts and a brilliant smile.
The beginning of their relationship was all sunshine and rainbows and I enjoyed getting to know her better. Alex loved the idea of showing Shana off and would drag our friend group to her shows at the club. I will admit that it was a bit of a weird dynamic to see her dancing naked on the pole only to have her come over and sit down, still naked, at our table to chat about our weekend plans. I'm not complaining of course, a beautiful naked woman is something I always enjoy.
The two of them dated for about a year and a half but over time the relationship broke down. Alex's desire to show her off turned into him becoming pretty possessive of her and getting jealous. A couple of weeks ago they ended the relationship. They had been living together in an apartment owned by Alex's parents so she moved out and has been couch surfing with friends while she looks for her own place.
So now I find myself with her surfing my couch. She gave me a call a few days ago and said she needed a couch to crash on and I was more than happy to help out. Despite her obvious attractiveness (and weirdness seeing her naked at work), our relationship was one where I saw her as somewhat of a little sister, particularly since she was almost 15 years younger than me.
For me, my wife and I had split up about a year earlier. Jenny and I had grown apart over the six years we were married as our interests diverged and we found ourselves no longer interested in being a part of one another's lives. After she moved out, I decided to focus on my work and not worry about relationships for now. The previous few years had been all drama and I needed a break from that.
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Lost in thought, I didn't realize that Shana had walked into the kitchen until I heard, "Careful you don't burn that bacon."
Bringing my attention back to the present moment, I flipped the bacon in the pan and then turned to see Shana in the entrance to the kitchen. Her tousled long blonde hair fell over her shoulders and onto the long shirt she was still wearing. I couldn't help but notice that her nipples were hard and poking against the sheer fabric. In the light of day I could more easily see each of her arms' colorful tattoo sleeves.
I smiled and said, "Good morning, is your back feeling any better?" I turned back to the breakfast I was making so as not to stare.
"Oh man, best sleep I've had in weeks. I'm so sorry for waking you but I didn't want to presume and I didn't want you to be surprised waking up next to someone you didn't fall asleep with," she answered, before stifling a yawn.
"It was a surprise either way but don't worry about it. It feels kind of odd sometimes, laying by myself in a king-sized bed. It's quite a bit more than I need," I replied. "I made enough food for the both of us if you want to join me."
I pulled the pans off the stove as Shana grabbed plates and forks. After dividing the food between the two of us, we stood at the counter as we ate.
"Sorry I don't have a table to eat at," I said between bites. "One bedroom apartments in this city at this rent means you choose between owning a couch or owning a table."
Shana laughed and nodded to the couch, "No need to apologize, I'm grateful that you chose the couch and let me crash here for a bit."
"Any time," I replied. "It's not like I'm using it at this point. I work from my bedroom and the big TV is in there. I know it's sad but I spend most of my time chilling in my bedroom so you're welcome to the couch."
She smiled that dazzling smile and said, "You're the best."
We finished eating and dropped the dishes into the dishwasher. I washed my hands and moved the pans into the sink.
"What are you up to today?" she asked.
"I don't know, it's kind of a dreary day for a Saturday. Honestly I was thinking about just being a bum and watching TV. There are a couple of comedy specials I wanted to check out," I said. "What about you?"
"God that actually sounds kind of great," she replied, smiling. "I have to get to the club around six tonight for my shift. But other than that I'm kind of wiped out." She thought for a moment before looking at me with widened eyes, fluttering her eyelashes ridiculously with a comical grin. "Craaaaig... any chance I can impose on your day of being a bum and just veg out with you?"
I laughed at the goofy expression she was making and shrugged. "I support anyone's desire to be an unproductive member of society. I'm going to take care of these pans and then I'll meet you in there."
"Yaay!" she squealed, hopping and clapping her hands. "I'll get dressed and see you in a sec!"
I shook my head at her over the top excitement for a lazy day and scrubbed pans until they were as good as they were going to get. Drying off my hands, I walked back towards the bedroom, passing the door to the bathroom. As I did, it opened and we nearly ran into each other.
"Eep!" she squeaked, before laughing. "Sorry about that!"
I grinned and replied, "My fault, I'm not used to sharing the space with anyone these days. I guess I just kind of rampage through. You go ahead first."
She passed in front of me and I couldn't help but notice her change of clothes. She had switched into very short workout shorts and a tank top that clearly had no bra beneath it. Perfect loungewear but I couldn't help notice that I could feel a bit of a stirring inside me at the sight of her barely covered body walking in front of me.
We went into the bedroom and she jumped into bed. I climbed in after her and we got under the covers. I flipped the television on, opened up Netflix and browsed a bit until I found one of the comedy specials I had been wanting to watch.
"Good with this?" I asked.
"You're the driver, Craig," she said. "I'm good with it if you are."
Over the next half hour or so we laughed but over time I eventually noticed that Shana had gotten quiet. Glancing over at her, I realized that she had fallen back asleep. She was curled on her side and seemed to be sleeping peacefully. My gaze drifted across her features - her high cheekbones, the curve of her full lips, her long neck.
Shaking my head, I turned my attention back to the show. Shana would occasionally stir in her sleep, changing positions. At one point, she rolled over and draped her arm across my chest, her face nuzzled into my side. It had been so long since I'd had a woman touch me that I could feel the blood rushing to my groin, my cock starting to swell.
I refocused on the show as it was wrapping up. When it ended I grabbed the remote to switch to the next thing to watch. My movements must have been enough to wake Shana as she laid against me.
"Mmmm," she hummed, "this is nice." She ran her hand across my chest, her eyes still closed.
"Sleep ok?" I asked.
Shana smiled and continued to stroke my chest lightly. "Yeah, sorry I'm a bad TV partner. I clearly needed to get some rest."
"The whole point is to do nothing and relax, I'd say you've done quite well," I said, smiling.
She opened her eyes slowly and propped herself up on an elbow. The change in position had her body pressed closer to me. She kept running her hand across my shirt.
"I have a question I've been wanting to ask you," she said, looking into my eyes.
"Sure, ask away." I replied, my body feeling warmer under her touch.
"How come you never made a move on me?" she asked without reservation.
I started to stammer but paused for a moment before responding. "What are you talking about?" I asked, somewhat incredulously.
"Well it's just that, doing what I do, just about every man I've ever met tries to make a pass at me. But you never have. Why is that?"
Collecting my thoughts, I focused on her hand as it moved across me, zeroing in on the different designs in the tattoos that reached down past her wrist.
"You were with Alex and he's my friend. I wouldn't do something like that to him," I said finally.
"Sure, but we aren't together now. We haven't been for a little while."
