"Owen?"
The whispered inquiry pulled me from a sound sleep.
"Whassup?"
I was visiting my best friend Lizbeth to celebrate New Years. It was her daughter Zelda, home from university, who was creeping in my door in the gloom of night.
"I had a nightmare."
Zelda sat on the side of my bed. When I visit Lizbeth I sleep in a study with a convertible futon. The young woman shivered in a t-shirt and boxers and wrapped slim arms around her bare legs.
"I dreamed a guy broke into the house and was coming up the stairs to my loft. I was awake forever, certain he was coming. Eventually I worked up the nerve to run down here."
"Where's your mom?" I was confused as to why she'd come to me.
I'd known Zelda since she was a baby, but I wasn't exactly a father figure. Zelda's was a total Daddy's girl who loved her old man. When her mom and dad split up and the two ladies moved away, I visited a few times a year to help work on their house and do basic handyman stuff. I had never been a babysitter, just a family friend, but she and I always got along great and were able to have adult conversations even before she actually grew up. Her coming to me for emotional comfort was not entirely out of character, but a visit in the middle of the night was odd.
"I feel stupid, but I really want a man to hold me and make me feel safe, y'know?" A strange quality in her voice and my sleep fogged brain circumvented my better judgment, so I said yes.
When I pulled back the covers I saw why she was shivering, the house was freezing. A full blown hippy, like myself, Lizbeth heated her place with a wood stove and it got very chilly at night in the winter. Ice cold feet found my toasty ones and sucked all the heat form me immediately. Frigid, bare legs entwined with mine as she curled into little spoon and pulled the blankets around us both, wiggling her perky butt into my embarrassingly erect penis. Quickly shifting so I wasn't jabbing her with my dick, I did my best to wrap round the squirming nymph and warm her up while avoiding wedging my prick between her buttocks.
When I'd agreed to let her under the covers I hadn't realized I was hard and I'd forgotten that I wasn't wearing pyjamas, only boxers. As Zelda wriggled into a comfortable position and had as much of her freezing cold flesh pressed against my previously warm skin as possible, her giddy movements consistently pressed her firm ass against my erection.
"Maybe I should put a shirt on?"
"No! Don't move!" she hissed in an exaggerated midnight whisper. "I just found the warm spot."
The worming wriggle had been to shove me out of the spot I'd been laying in. A twinge of disappointment fluttered through my chest as I realized she hadn't been trying to feel my erection, just shove me out of the way. Shocked by the feeling, I was disgusted with myself that I wanted her to desire me. With my arms holding her tight to my chest, our legs wrapped together we were as close as we'd been since she were a young girl and my perverted, half asleep brain was making something innocent into something filthy.
Out of respect, I had stopped being very close to her physically once she reached adolescence, letting her take the lead if we were to hug or engage in conversation. When she chose to, which was often, we could be very close, but for everyone's sake, I had taken a much more passive role in our relationship for several years. All that said, I love Zelda. Not as an uncle, or a father, I just love her like a member of the family who was once a little girl and who very suddenly seemed to be a grown woman.
A grown woman in my bed.
It was the night after New Years Eve. We'd all had dinner together New Year's Eve and Zelda had gone out with friends while her mother and I went to a house party. On New Years Day we shuffled around hung over in our pyjamas, played board games, ate left overs and called friends. It was wonderful.
All day, Zelda had been wearing a new cashmere sweater she got for Christmas. The thin, incredibly soft materiel clung to her slender, nubile body and her nipples showed through whether hard or soft. I could easily tell either state. Half a dozen times, I caught myself staring at her breasts and tore my gaze away hoping neither woman had noticed. I am not the kind of guy that ogles women, or generally objectifies them, but in specific instances, when I particularly like a body, I can't seem to stop myself. I mask pretty well, I think, but a low cut, clinging sweater showing perfect breasts proved to be beyond my abilities to resist.
In my bed hours later, the girl in question took hold of my hand, the one wrapped around from above, and held it in both of her own, clutched right between those perfect breasts. My erection hadn't been because of her before, but it was at that moment. Feeling the warmth of her soft mounds sent a thrill along my spine and erection. That small contact with her boobs was enough to convert my feeling for her from scrupulously chaste to lecherous instantly.
All weekend I had been combating the realization that I had become attracted to Zelda since she'd gone to school. Something about how she carried herself, dressed, spoke and particularly the way she looked at me now changed our dynamic. Brushing the back of one hand and the palm of the other over her soft breast tissue ignited a fire in me I was worried I wouldn't be able to resist.
"Isn't that nice?" she asked innocently. I knew her better than that though. That was the tone she used with her dad when she wanted something from him.
"Don't be offended if I fall back asleep." I murmured, faking being less awake than I was.
"Can I stay?"
"You get to explain it to your mom in the morning."
That shut her up for a moment. Lizbeth is a therapist. It makes tough conversations tougher, but the resolutions are always better.
"I always wanted you and mom to get together, y'know?"
"I know. She told me."
"She did?"
"Of course. She asked me point blank if I had any romantic feelings for her. I told her she's like a sister to me. We've known each other since we were kids." I'd been nineteen, she'd been eighteen. "She was relieved to have a way to explain it to people... that we feel like siblings."
We were both speaking using only our breath, hardly vocalizing at all in the way you can only do when as close as humanly possible in a bed late at night.
"I used to want you guys to get together because I thought you were the perfect husband. Handsome, kind, capable, funny... the whole package, y'know?"
"I'm flattered." I really meant it. That isn't how I see myself, so it was nice to get that from a pretty young woman.
"When I figured out you two weren't going to get together, I was pretty disappointed. Mom has shitty taste in men. Except Dad. But Dad and her... maybe not so good."
Well aware of why the pair had ended things, I wasn't going to get into it with their daughter.
"Last semester at school, I dated a few guys. Not a lot, but a few." Zelda sighed, my hand pressed between her warm breasts. "All the boys seemed lame. I couldn't help wanting them to be more like you." Zelda snuggled her butt closer to my groin again.
"Owen? Do you have a hard on?"
