Waking Up

I was foggy. I started to wake up. He had his hands on me but I didn’t panic. I was half asleep, and his hands felt good. He was touching me like a lover and a good one at that. He was lying behind me and he felt incredibly good, so I arched my back, and rolled towards him. I felt his warmth and his erection and this is when I realized I didn’t know who he was. ‘Cause wait a minute. I went to bed alone last night, didn’t I?

So who is in my bed?

My mind tried to focus. That’s got to be wrong. I must have gone to bed with someone last night, but who? Shouldn’t I know? Wait a minute. Just a fucking minute. Little Mike, remember? I was watching Little Mike. I was alone. Well then, who is in my bed?

I thought it must be Scott. He came over sometimes late at night. I’d leave the door open for him, so it had to be Scott, except it wasn’t. I know Scott’s hands and these were not them. This was not his body in bed with me so whose was it then? I didn’t know and I felt embarrassed. I didn’t even have a good guess. Whoever he is, he must go here, right?

Of course he did. His hands were warm and competent. He caressed my back as I came more and more conscious and it became more and more clear I didn’t know who he was. I didn’t panic. I didn’t panic because obviously this was my lover and I do know how to pick them. So what should I do?

It occurred to me not to worry about who he was. This is my instinct. This is what my body wanted to do. I was half asleep and never mind I don’t know who he is. I wondered if I should roll on top him, kiss him, and allow his identity to come to my consciousness like that. That’d be cool. That’d be sexy. That’d be memorable and maybe I’d even tell him someday. Maybe I’d tell him for awhile there, I didn’t know who he was. You know. “I didn’t know who you were, but you felt so good, I was pretty sure what I wanted to do with you.”

I smiled at the thought of that, with his hands on both sides of my waist, and his breath on my neck. I explored this as an option, as he handled me, but the more awake I got, the more I needed to know. I wanted to know who I was in bed with, so I got up without ceremony and turned on the bathroom light. I was very curious, see. I wanted to know, so I flipped on the light and there was Phil. Phil the beer guy, hero of the town.

He was not supposed to be in my bed.

To be continued.

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