I glanced around the room that was once mine. I shuddered at the purple painted walls that I had at one time thought was the best color ever. My parents let me pick out the color; big mistake on their part. My old desk and dresser were still there along with the twin sized bed that was now missing the frame and was instead just on the floor in the corner of the room. Although everything was missing from the room that made it mine, I still felt weird being in here.
My parents had decided to finally take a trip to Europe and asked for me to house sit and cat sit. I'd just graduated from college with a degree in psychology and wanted some time off before starting a job. Of course when I said I wanted time off I never expected to end up back in my home town for three weeks staying at my parent's house. I never cared for the town much. I had made my few really close friends but everyone in this town was just too snobby. There was no culture, no diversity, and not a damn thing to do.
As luck would have it, none of my three closest friends from this town were here either. Jessica was still in Ireland, studying abroad, though secretly I had a feeling she'd met some Irish-accented stud and she didn't want to leave. My best friend Ryan was in the army and I hadn't heard from him since he wherever he was he couldn't be contacted. That made me more than a little nervous. Then there was Marie, who was in California visiting family. She would fortunately be back in about a week.
I sighed and walked into my old room and dropped my suitcase next to the dresser. I was too tired to dig through it to find pajamas so I instead opted for underwear as acceptable pajamas. I unbuttoned the black slacks and let them pool around my ankles before I stripped off the white stretchy halter top I'd been wearing. I caught a glimpse of myself in the full length mirror that hung on the backside of the door and walked to it. I studied my reflection thoughtfully. I'd definitely looked a hell of a lot better than I did the last time I looked in this mirror half naked.
For about three years after high school I'd gained a lot of weight. For a time I was just depressed and stuck in this vicious cycle but that was the year that Marie and I decided to go to Miami Beach for spring break. I'd started working out and eventually lost enough of that weight I'd put on to look good enough in a bikini. After that I never quit working out.
Now I glanced over my figure and smiled. I was rather short or shorter than I'd like to be at 5'4 but I didn't complain much anymore. I luckily I still had bigger boobs than anyone I knew even after loosing weight. No, I'm not bragging. I'd always been rather gifted in that department although I couldn't figure out if it was a blessing or a curse because they were such a pain sometimes. I was slender, muscles were toned and tight, and I didn't worry much about what to wear any more. Currently I was in a pair of boy short panties and a black bra to match.
I pulled the hair tie out of my hair and let the dark red hair fall around my shoulders before sliding in between the lavender sheets and white bedspread. It didn't take long for me to drift to sleep since I'd been traveling all day. What I didn't expect was to be awoken shortly after.
I thought I heard the door downstairs but decided after a moment or two of listening that I did not. I started to drift off to sleep when I felt some one in the room and when my eyes flew open along with my mouth to scream a hand came down quickly to cover it. I struggled but the dark figure snatched both of my wrists deftly.
"Dani! Danika chill it's me." Said a familiar voice.
"Ryan? What the hell are you doing here? You scared the shit out of me." I scolded him before sitting up and throwing my arms around his kneeling figure. He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me back.
"Sorry. I just got home. I couldn't get a hold of you so I tried Marie who said you'd be here." He explained as he pulled out of the hug. Only then did I realize I was in nothing but my underwear. Of course that was the thing about our relationship. He'd also been my first love but we were too young then. We had a love/hate relationship throughout high school but when we finally graduated we became really good friends. Then we'd hooked up a few times... okay more than a few times, but we'd always remained friends. For the longest time I had believed myself to still be in love with him but a girl can only wait so long. Now we just had our relationship as screwy as it was. So my present dress apparel didn't bother me much.
"My phone service is shit up here ever since I had it changed." I told him. "I thought you were supposed to be away for another few months?"
"Medical discharge. Got shot in the arm." He explained and I gasped. 'I'm fine calm down."
"Are you going back?" I asked worried.
"No. I'm done." Ryan said standing up. "Mind if I stay?"
"Course not." I told him and scoot over as he slipped out of his shirt and pants. Ryan then slid into the tiny twin bed behind me placing an arm protectively around my waist as he normally did. My back was flush with his warm chest and his scratchy thighs pressed against the backs of mine. He pushed his face into my hair and I sighed and relaxed.
It was so easy and comfortable for us to be together in any manner. Except a real relationship. I'd always wanted more than friendship but I wasn't willing to risk out friendship as it was, even if it was a little unusual. So I accepted it for what it was and refused to dwell on it. It was nice to have some one you could be this close with and not ruin a friendship, most of the time. I sighed again and slowly drifted off to sleep.
When I awoke next it was morning. Sunlight was streaming in the window and across the bed. I made to turn over but then realized that there was a warm body behind me and then I remembered last night. I shifted again and noticed the hard length pressing against the seam of my butt. I smiled slightly and twisted my body so I could look at his sleeping form. He blinked open his hazel eyes to look at me and then he smiled.
"Mornin'" He said groggily.
"Having a good dream?" I asked and tried to keep a straight face.
