She sat up on and slowly pulled her T-shirt off.She sat up on and slowly pulled her T-shirt off. Her nipples were fully erect and incredibly sensitive. The cotton fabric of the T-shirt felt like sandpaper against them. She got up and pulled her panties off, which joined the shirt in a pile at the foot of the bed. Completely nude, she felt curiously free. The warm, stifling air in the room seemed to caress her sensuously, exciting her all the more. Squaring her shoulders and biting her lip, she gathered up all her courage and started for the door. Dear roomie, she thought wryly, you're in for one hell of a surprise. She opened the door to Allen's room slowly, careful of the squeaky hinge at the bottom. She peered in. Moonlight spilled across the bed from the open window at the far end of the room. It was cooler here, but still quite warm. Allen lay on his back, a sheet rumpled around his hips. He had stopped snoring, his breathing deep and regular, as he deeply slept. She crossed the room to his bedside, horrendously aware of her nakedness, and feeling more than a little foolish. Stop this right now, her rational mind ordered, go back to bed immediately before you embarass yourself beyond all recall. |