Lying in bed together was uncomfortable at first. The fire that had possessed us earlier had died back, leaving us more rational and hesitant.
Since I’d made sure to get off before bed, I didn’t have my hormones to carry me through. I lay awkwardly next to Kylie, wondering if I should touch her, curl up with her, or perhaps just stay where I was.
“You’ll be the first boy to sleep in this bed,” Kylie said to break the silence.
“Lucky me.”
She fidgeted. “I guess it’s kinda sad when I put it that way, huh?”
“No, Ky, it’s not.” I rolled closer and put my arm around her. “It’s very you.”
“Could be the same thing.”
“Yeah, could be. Only if you want to look at it that way.”
She relaxed as I held her, and gradually snuggled tighter with me. I felt the rise and fall of her chest against mine. We were out of phase, but I imagined we were slowly synching up.
Kylie eventually went so still and calm, and her breathing so steady, that I assumed she’d fallen asleep on me. I was on my way, but wasn’t there yet. I kissed her forehead.
“Love you,” I whispered.
She stirred, just a little. “Love you too.”
We held each other until we both fell asleep for real.
****
My dreams featured Kylie, though upon waking I couldn’t remember quite how. It took me a moment to sort out what had actually happened between us, and what had merely been conjured in my head. I was still working things out when I was distracted by movement.
I’d initially assumed Kylie to be trembling, or vibrating for some reason. I was partly correct. In fact, she had her hand busily working within her panties.
She was playing with herself, with me right there next to her. My grip on her had loosened significantly overnight, but my arm still rested on her and made it easier to feel her sneaky little movements. Not sneaky enough.
Once I’d figured out what was happening, what was real, I had to make a decision. I could stay quiet and still, let her finish, pretend like I didn’t know anything about it later. That was an option, but I didn’t much care for it. My other option that I could see was riskier, but I was pretty sure it was the correct one.
With a quick, light motion, I slipped my hand down to cover Kylie’s. She froze immediately, pretty much as I’d expected. I rubbed the back of her hand, guiding her to keep going.
“Someone’s feeling naughty this morning,” I whispered.
Kylie squirmed. “I thought you were still sleeping.”
“I was, until just now.”
“I shoulda done what you did last night. That was smart. I was all worked up from last night, and then you were still here, still holding me…”
“You could have gone to the bathroom, done it there.”
“I guess. But… then I wouldn’t feel you. You wouldn’t be there.”
“You’re not wrong.”
Kylie started moving again. She was only slow and hesitant about it, mostly just making small twitches with her middle finger.
“Sorry,” she said.
“I don’t mind.”
“I’ve got a lot going on in my head.”
I kissed her cheek. “I know. I really don’t mind. You need to do it, so do it.”
Even with my total acceptance, it took Kylie a while to get back to a proper rhythm. She didn’t seem to believe that I really, truly wanted her to masturbate next to me. Which was fair enough, really, because it was decidedly odd when I thought about it like that.