Equal exchanges. Auspicious/RoleplayMaster

He was about to protest at the thought of taking her bed, but sighed instead, guessing she didn't want to argue. His mind was on similar things to hers, wondering how it would be to hold her and share a bed with her, with it possibly resulting in more.

He blushed slightly as she stroked his hair, knowing she noticed the tears. He didn't bother saying the tears were of happiness, not sadness, because he loved the feeling of her hand in his hair. He took the offered hand shyly and stood, letting her lead him to her bedroom.

"Thank you.. For everything" He said, looking up at her. "I am a bit tired, so I will be going to bed now. Good night" He said shyly. He got on his toes and kissed her cheek softly, before rushing inside and shutting the door. Why did I do that? Now she'll think something is wrong with me.. He thought to himself, his face bright red. He stripped down to his underwear and got into the large bed, soon falling asleep.

"Goodnight" she said softly, her fingers wandering over where he had kissed. Feeling as if she was floating, she walked out of the room and down the hall, feeling fuzzy and full of warmth. She made her way into the living room, and retrieved a blanket and a pillow before snuggling onto the couch.

It wasn't long after that she fell asleep, a smile on her lips. As the night progressed, she slept soundly, having rather pleasant dreams of her house guest. Around two in the morning, she woke to the need to use the bathroom. She trudged sleepily down the hallway and into the bathroom, doing her business quickly -albeit mostly unconsciously-. She left the bathroom and headed in her normal pattern, opening her bedroom door and slipping back into bed, not remembering she had given her bed up for the night to John. The delicious warmth and softness of the bed lulled her back to sleep, her body instinctively moving towards the source of heat.

She had taken the silk robe off earlier in the living room as it constricted her movement. As she instinctively snuggled and pressed herself against John, the silk of her shorts and camisole rode up, allowing her warm skin to press against his.

The next morning, John woke up slowly. He had the best sleep in ages, and an erection too. He was about to get up, when he felt something was wrong. He gulped as he saw the woman who allowed him the stay the night, in bed with him. He could feel the warm, smooth skin of her body against his own, and he blushed at the many thoughts that came to mind. He had no clue what to do, as he had never been in a situation like this before.

"Uh.. T-Tanya?" He said, gently prodding her. He was very embarrassed. He had a massive erection, and could not take care of it as he was trapped in the bed. "Tanya?" He said again, trying to wake her up. His erection was poking her breast, which was also very embarrassing. He couldn't reach down and move it either, as his arms were pinned to his sides.

Still out cold, the poke of his erection to her breast -to which the camisole had ridden nearly all the way up, leaving half an inch of breast below her nipples exposed- caused her to give a soft moan, her tips instinctively hardening underneath the thin silk. She snuggled up closer to him, her breasts molding to and engulfing his erection as her nose nuzzled his hip bone, her warm breath fanning against his skin.

Her arms sleepily wrapped around him, effectively 'binding' them together as she arched sleepily into him, the warm, supple curves of her body grinding against his erection, her own legs entwining with his calf, her soft thighs cushioning his foot. She wiggled against him, still in the midst of a very sexy dream involving him. The heat and slickness of her sex evident against his leg as she softly rocked against him, completely asleep.

He moaned softly as she sleepily gave him a tit-fuck. He knew he shouldn't of been enjoying this, but he was. Heaps. He looked down at her and saw she was still out cold. "TANYA" He said much louder. He didn't want to cum in between her breasts as she slept. It would be.. weird.

He could feel her wetness on his thigh and could tell she was having a good dream. He hoped it was about him. He shook her a little rougher, wanting her to wake up. "C'mon, wake up. This ain't fair" He whined.