David drove around in his Mustang late into the night. He and Kerry, his girlfriend, had had a fight over dinner that ended badly with him driving off angry.
It was a stupid fight, not worth having really. He had gone off to watch some hockey with his friends and have some beer at the local sports bar. Kerry was mad because he'd gone off and had fun "with the guys" once again. You could say she was feeling a little left out.
Anyway, they fought their fight and he stormed off in his car, at first very angry, but now just disappointed. He loved Kerry very much. She was so beautiful and had such a wonderful sense of humor that he just couldn't stay angry with her. But he was disappointed in the way she was so possessive of him and his time.
It was nearing one o'clock, and he knew if he didn't head for home soon, he'd probably end up having another fight before dawn. So he u-turned in a dark rural intersection and headed back towards home.
He pulled into the driveway at 1:43. It was one of those times that you just can't forget, like the first numbers you see on your alarm clock in the morning when it startles you from sleep. The clock on this dashboard went dark as he turned his ignition to the off position and exited the car. As he approached their apartment, he noticed all the lights were off and that familiar blue flicker of light bounced around the apartment from their television. Kerry had probably fallen asleep on the couch. He climbed the stairs to their 2-bedroom apartment on the second floor and quietly approached the door. He could hear the muffled sound of the television. He unlocked the door and stepped inside making as little noise as possible. He closed the door and locked it, hung his coat on the hook and slipped out of his shoes. In his sock covered feet, he walked to the living room and saw Kerry on the couch. Asleep as he thought she would be, television glowing on her face, she looked very peaceful. She was covered in a quilt that was pulled up under her chin. One arm dangled out from under the blanket, the rest of her body completely covered by the soft home-sewn quilt her grandmother had made her.
He walked over and knelt beside her. How could he ever have fought with her? Why would he ever want to spend time with the guys when he could be cuddled next to her in their bed? He paused for a moment and thought how badly he'd behaved. He placed his hand on her forehead then brushed the back of his hand across her soft cheek. She felt so warm and soft to his touch. Kneeling next to her on the floor, David slowly peeled back the quilt so he could walk Kerry to bed. As the quilt moved off of her chest, he was surprised to see she'd fallen asleep in the nude. He'd never known her to do such a thing. Naturally, seeing her breasts there in the blue glow of the television stirred familiar feelings in David and his penis started to harden in his baggy jeans.
He let his hand move itself to her breast and he felt how smooth and soft she was. He bent over her slightly and kissed her nipple, flicking it with his tongue lightly as she slept. A small groan escaped her lips and her eyes slowly opened. He lifted his mouth from her breast. Without a word, Kerry caressed the back of David's head and looked into his eyes. His lips began to form the word 'sorry', but before he could say a thing, she brought her finger to her mouth and signaled him not to speak with a quiet 'shhhh'. She smiled and stared deeply into his eyes. He knew he was forgiven, and he returned to kissing her nipple.