1. The Alarm Clock


    Date: 11/20/2015, Categories: Quickie Sex, Author: olderguy41, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    I lay in bed, halfway between sleep and wakefulness. I know it must be close to time to get up, but I do not want to. As I begin thinking this, I hear the alarm clock. It is not a clock on the nightstand, but my friend coming into the apartment. Like clockwork, this is her daily stop on the way from the gym to work. The same every morning, she lets herself in, starts the coffee brewing, turns the shower on, and then… There it is, my door opening, and her soft footsteps crossing the carpet. I can feel her hair brush the skin of my cheek, as she grabs my shoulder. Shaking me, telling me it’s time to get up. She is persistent, as I do not like getting up in the morning. She continues until I roll into a sitting position, and nod my quiet thanks to her. With that she is out the door, and into the bathroom. By the time I stand, stretch, and make my way to the bathroom myself, she has undressed and got in the shower. Grabbing the glass of water she left for me, I drink it down while taking my morning piss. We have never been sexual with each other, but also comfortable being around each other. I leave her to her shower, and grab a cup of black coffee on the way to my computer desk. Morning ritual – get woken up, piss, grab my coffee, and then check whatever mail I have waiting. I’m still sitting at the computer when I hear the water shut off, it’s in the back of my head really. I'm so caught up in writing an answering email, I do not hear her footsteps coming up behind me. Not ...
    until her finger tips very lightly touch my bare shoulder, do I know she is there. I'm caught up in my letter, and assume she is just saying goodbye. So I just reach up and take hold of her fingers in my hand, giving them a squeeze. As I begin to let them go, I feel her curl them in an attempt to hold my hand and attention a little longer. This was a new thing, she had not done that before. Using my bare feet to start swiveling my chair to face her, she lets go, and steps back from me. As my chair comes full around to face her, my eyes begin to widen. Standing before me is my friend, but she is not the woman I know. Standing there, head down a little, hair falling in front of her eyes, and down onto her shoulders. Hands clasped in front at the waist. I see her fingers are gripped tight. And she is naked. I’ve seen my friend without her clothes on before. People would call it nude, but this, this was naked. Her soul is naked, nervous, and uncertain. Sitting there in my boxers, I’m stunned, shocked even, but my excitement is growing, and becoming obvious. Since turning around, neither of us have spoken, what seems like ages ago. Long enough for my eyes to register, and then trace every line, and curve. From her head to her feet and back up again. As my eyes close on her face, I see her biting her lower lip nervously, worrying it with her teeth. She is like an innocent, so unsure of my reaction. I don’t know what to say, so I just lift my hand out, reaching towards her, and that is ...
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