"For fuck's sake Keira... again??" Jamie jumped out of bed, the left side of his body cold and damp, "every time you go out with the girls to get pissed... you get pissed. Literally."
"Sorry," Keira mumbled red-faced as she quickly gathered up the wet sheets, "I guess I had a little bit too much last night."
"You're not fucking kidding..." Jamie fumed, "I swear to god, one of these days, I'm gonna put you in a nappy."
"Oh, piss off," Keira laughed nervously and threw a pillow at him.
"You've already done that," Jamie retorted as he made his way to the shower.
Keira quickly stripped out of her wet pyjamas and bundled all the evidence of her accident into the washing machine. She couldn't believe it had happened again.
She'd never had a problem before; perhaps it was the stress of the new job. At 25, her recent promotion to Sales Manager made her the youngest member of the Managerial Team. She loved her job, but it involved long hours and very little time for socialising and relaxation during the week. But at the weekends she cut loose. Every Friday night, at the end of the workweek, she and her friends would go out on the lash to a trendy club or the latest hipster boozer recommended on social media.
For the past few weeks, every Saturday morning, she'd wake up having saturated the bed in her drunken sleep. And it seemed that her boyfriend, Jamie, was beginning to get fed-up of waking up covered in cold pee.
She'd met Jamie a year earlier; he was a guest speaker at some training day her company forced her to attend. At just over 6 feet tall, with cropped blonde hair, and a physique that suggested he worked out a lot, he was by far the best-looking guy there. His suit, obviously expensive, and well-tailored lent an air of sophistication. But it was his eyes, a bright, sparkling blue that seemed to shimmer as he smiled, that immediately attracted her to him. As she helped herself to some salad from the buffet, she caught his eye and flashed him a blush pink smile. She didn't think he'd notice but notice he did, and three minutes later, he came over and introduced himself.
They barely had five minutes for some mild flirtation before lectures resumed, but Jamie could have listened to her Tinkerbelle-esque sing-song voice for hours. It only took them two minutes to exchange numbers, and for Jamie to be confident that he wanted this girl in his life. Keira didn't realise the effect she had on men; she was oblivious. Standing at just over five feet tall, with her petite frame and shoulder-length light brown hair, she exuded the quintessential "little girl lost" demeanour. And when she flashed that shy smile, Jamie simply wanted to wrap his arms around her, hold her tight and never let go.
They had their first date that weekend and had been together ever since. Jamie's five-year seniority and muscular physique, made Kiera feel safe and protected when she was with him. She loved feeling his firm body on top of hers, his blue eyes sparkling with arousal like he was beaming his essence into her.
And now, she was acutely embarrassed. She was a grown-up for fuck's sake. She shouldn't be wetting the bed like a baby.
She was still naked when Jamie stepped out of the shower, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. As she made her way into the bathroom, Jamie wrapped his big protective arms around her. He nibbled on her ear in a way that made her sigh contentedly. "I'm sorry darling for having a go at you, but..." he twirled her around, so she was facing him, looked down into her puppy-dog brown eyes, "this..." he pointed to his currently stripped bed... "cannot continue."
Keira felt like she was about to burst into tears, "I know, and I'm sorry...I promise I'll try."
Jamie kissed her lips gently, and with a soft pat on the butt, ushered her into the shower.
A week later, Keira went out with her friends again. She promised herself all week that she'd only have one drink, but her friends kept on getting rounds in, and she needed to let her hair down after the week she'd had. One drink led to three, then four, and there may have been a fifth.
She contemplated texting Jamie that she'd be going back to her place tonight, but between both their jobs, they barely got to see each other except for weekends, and she missed him desperately.
He was already in bed watching something on his iPad when she stumbled into his flat. She kicked off her heels and climbed into bed on top of him. He was deliciously naked. Her mouth, still tingling with the effects of the various cocktails she'd consumed, kissed a tipsy path down his chest. She paused momentarily to nip on one of his nipples gently and made its way down to his groin, where his beautiful glistening cock was beginning to stand proudly to attention.
