This is a true story.
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The bed felt cozier than ever before. And yet I couldn't fall asleep. Maybe I was afraid that by moving and adjusting myself I would wake up my friend. She was sleeping so peacefully by my side, I didn't dare to disturb that moment of endless quietness.
She was beautiful. Small, slim, long hair spreading on the pillow. I loved the way she searched my presence. One hand touching mine, the other resting on my shoulder. Though we both knew she was straight and I was bisexual, that didn't decrease my appetite for the woman innocently sleeping so close to me.
It was just a vacation. Two friends sharing the same room, in order to spare some money. The hotel had tricked us by giving us a king-size bed instead of the twin beds we were expecting. Not that I was complaining, I love sleeping with a cozy person by my side. But I didn't want my friend to be uncomfortable due to my sexuality.
It was our second night together. After two days where we talked, and talked, and relaxed in the sun, and talked more. She had so much mental cleaning to do about her last break up, and I seemed the ideal listener.
"You always calm me down", she said, aware that my presence was like the medicine no doctor could prescribe her. And she knew a good deal about doctors and their prescriptions to her near-breakdown state.
"All they want is for me to sleep. As if sleeping washed away my sorrows. It's like every pill I take turns me more into a zombie."
And there she was, sleeping by my side. Her breathing on my neck keeping me awake.
It was almost like a dream when her arm searched me, reaching my neck, and pulling me closer. I obeyed her gesture. I didn't want to do anything to disturb her sleep. I just wanted to breathe in every moment of tenderness. After all some people are simply that way when they sleep. They need to grab something, to feel a presence. Isn't that why teddy bears were invented? Yes, that's how I felt, like the teddy bear that her fingers needed to touch.
Her hand was more vigilant than she seemed to be. It didn't stop. It kept caressing my shoulder as she fit her body to mine, legs entwined, bodies feeling each other's warmth.
When her hand moved, from my shoulder to my face, I felt paralyzed.
Before I left to meet her, my sister laughed at me "Yeah right! Just friends, but sleeping in the same room. I can see where that is going." I protested saying it was nothing like that. And now all those thoughts assaulted me.
Could she be awake? Was this an instinctive movement resulting from her dreams? Did she know she was caressing a woman in such a sensual way?