Yes

I woke up confused.

I didn’t open my eyes, but I could feel that I didn’t have a blanket on me. I yawned slightly and turned my head to the right; I could feel sun beams warm my eyelids.

Why was it so light in here?

Suddenly I felt a hand on my stomach stroking up from the sensitive skin between my breasts down to circling around my navel.

“Mhm,” I breathed out as I felt strong fingers caress my stomach with affectionate movements.

It felt nice.

“Morning,” a groggy voice sounded to my left.

I opened my eyes to stare up at the wall behind the bed and laid my eyes on a painting there. It was of a lion in blue and black colors framed by a black carved wooden frame. It was beautiful.

I turned my head to look at the man beside me. He was even more beautiful; facing me, resting on his elbow, shoulders bare and broad, hair all shaggy and eyes full of warmth as he was watching me find myself again after a long night of sleeping in his arms.

“Morning handsome,” I smiled as I reached up my hand to cup his face.

He scooted himself closer to me and put his arm over me, sending shivers down my body because of the warmth of his skin. I suddenly came to realize that I was naked.

“Why did you pull off my blanket?” I asked in a tiny voice.

I was still half asleep.

I could feel him laugh against my hair as he once more came up to rest on his elbow.

“Mh, to get a better look at ’cha,” he smiled.

I turned my face to grin at him. Suddenly I felt something else but hands on my stomach and I quickly looked to find it was Norman’s black cat. He was standing there and looking at us with big yellow eyes as if he was trying to tell us something. Then he lay down on, head resting between my breasts and his tail happily swaying on the skin of my stomach.

We both chuckled.

“See, he loves your body too,” Norman grinned as he reached down to cuddle Eye in the Dark behind the ear.

I chuckled as I let my eyes wander over Norman’s chest. Again my eyes fell upon the dark tattoo over his left nipple. ‘Norman’.

“Hey, why do you have your own name tattooed there?” I asked as I let a finger caress his inked skin.

He was warm.

“Uh, it was my father’s name too. He died when I was young.”

I felt something nudge my heart; a stinging sensation.

“Oh,” I mumbled awkwardly, “Sorry…”

He placed a light kiss on my forehead. “No worries.”

The air between us had tensed a bit; you could easily feel that something was untold there, but I let it pass. I didn’t want to ask about it. What if I made him sad?

I felt his hand on my face. “Seriously, don’t worry about it. A lot of people think it’s ‘cause it’s my own name.”

Yeah but I don’t wanna be like a lot of people, I thought as I stared into his blue crystal eyes.

They were still filled with warmth.

He was gorgeous.

“Dad? Don’t tell me you’re still sleeping!?”

We both froze in the bed, eyes widened.

I felt an ice cold sensation run down my spine as I heard the front door shut close and the sound of footsteps. Eye in the Dark jumped down from me and headed out to greet our newcomer. I felt my heart beat faster as I looked down my body.

Butt naked in Norman’s bed.

And now I was apparently meeting his son.

Fuck.

“Uh…” Norman started as he threw himself up from the bed, already putting on his pants in rushed movements, “Hey Mingus, wait there, I’m coming out!”

The tone of his voice fit perfectly with the panic I was feeling right now. Why the hell hadn’t he told me that his son was coming over?

“Norm, what the…” I stumbled out in a hushed voice.

He quickly threw the blanket over me, covering me.

“I… Shit. I totally forgot. Mingus, I…”

The adrenaline was pumping through my veins. This was not how I wanted to meet his son...

'Hey what’s up Mingus, your dad and I just had sex last night, he forgot that you were coming over and yeah… How’re you doin’?'

I hid my face in my hands. The footsteps were coming closer while Norman threw on his t-shirt.

“Don’t come in here, Mingus!” Norman yelled as he hurriedly rushed over to the door.

The footsteps stopped.

“Why, what are you doing?” Mingus’ light voice sounded from behind the door, “Is there a girl in there? Is it that girl you told me about?”

My cheeks reddened.

“Uh,” Norman said, “Yeah… Just, I’ll be out there in a minute.”

I could have died from embarrassment right there. This situation was bizarre; it’s that type you always see in movies; bad ones that is.

My heart was beating so fast. Norman turned around to look at me, his face red and his shoulders down. I knew he hated to have put me in this situation, I could tell.

“Fuck, babe, I…”

He was shaking his head, fingers at his temples, trying to come up with something to say that could ease the tension. I wanted to tell him it was okay but my body was simply frozen right to the spot. I couldn’t move.

“’S okay,” I managed to croak out.

Was it okay? Why wasn’t I mad at him for putting me in this situation? I was forced to go out there and politely greet his son for the first time. I couldn’t just sneak out of here; that would just be too weird. And there weren’t any fire escapes I could climb down. If I jumped out from the balcony I would probably die from it.

I’d already thought through my options; there weren’t any.

I just had to hold my head high and go face this kid. And he was just a kid? How bad could it be?

I shook my head.

What was i thinking? This was Norman’s kid. I would never be able to know how he was going to grasp this… Or be like.

“You sure?” Norman was eyeing me intently.

I nodded.

“’Kay, just… I’ll explain him the situation and make us some breakfast. You’re sure you okay with this?”

“Yeah,” I told him with a more firm voice.

Just go talk to your kid, god dammit Norman!

He ran over to kiss me quickly on my mouth and then headed out the door.

Now I was alone.

I looked around to position where my clothes were at. My pants were right next to me and my top over by the chair in the corner.

Panties?

Oh there, by the closet.

I jumped out of the bed and immediately headed for the bathroom. I had to shower before going out there. I couldn’t meet up with Mingus and have myself smell like his dad, sex and alcohol.

How old was he anyway?

I searched my mind.

I was sure Norman had told me at some point… 12, 13?

The cool water felt nice against my burning skin. As I washed my body my thoughts on how I was going to handle this situation were polluted by memories from last night.

How he’d kissed me.

How he’d touched me.

In all the right places.

And how his voice had sounded when he asked me if I wanted him to fuck me.

His pants and groans.

I breathed in hard... This was not the fucking time to get turned on.

I stepped out of the shower and stared at the reflection in the mirror. I looked different; healthier?

I stepped closer to see what was different. The color of my skin tone had a more pinkish touch to it, didn’t it?

And my eyes…

They were all…

Warm?

Kind of like how Norman’s eyes had looked this morning as he was gazing at me when I lay there all naked with his cat.

I wrapped a towel around my hair and quickly strode into the bedroom to pick up my clothes. I really didn’t feel like wearing the panties from yesterday. I knew there had to be traces from the things Norman had made me feel and done to me last night.

That would just be disgusting.

I opened his closet and frowned.

This was wrong.

But as I opened his drawer I couldn’t help myself; I held up a pair of his boxer briefs. I was crossing a line, I knew that. He would probably kill me if he knew what I was doing right now. Either that or laugh himself to death. I glided into them and looked down myself. They were way too big but they felt good. A lot of space.

I quickly jumped into the rest of my clothes, again regretting that I didn’t wear a bra yesterday. I would have to remember to do that.

You never know when you’re going to meet the son of your new boyfriend, now do you?

I shrugged.

At least I was clean.

I picked up my panties, folded them and hid them in a pocket in my purse on the nightstand. I then sighed out as if to make myself relax.

Meditation style.

I opened the door out to the living room.

Here I freaking am boys…