The Morning After

I never sat down and considered what I would do if I was caught in the situation of waking up to someone else, other than the person that I would be dating. I guess I have some time before she wakes up next to me, and realizes I brought her home from the party last night. I took a quick minute to look around my room. The shady green walls were receiving some kindness from the sun shining into my room from the east window, just to the right of the bed; a perfect view for a little extra cash a month. I found that it was totally worth it. I saw the sunlight shine down on her clothes taken of in a frenzy from last night. I'm sure she wasn't planning on having such an intense night, but I found it somehow heart-warming to look down at a pair of green and blue striped panties laying on top of her twisted skinny jeans. I found that it meant more than the stringy thong that my girlfriend always seemed to present to me. Don't get me wrong, I am attracted to that, but I don't want her to think that is the only thing that gets me going; that cute gentle side of her does too. Maybe that's why I brought Bethany home. Bethany represents everything that is not Lauren. Lauren is sexy, glamorous, and dark. Bethany just reeks free spirit. Normally I wouldn't be attracted to her, but the cute button nose, and the comfy style she portrays allows me to see how she really is. I could see her shoes peaking out from the hallway where she threw them off and jumped into my arms. I realized I had the same pair of Adidas Sambas, and I chuckled to myself. Her orange fitted shirt and lace tank top sat on the floor beside a bra that matched her underwear. I chuckled again and looked down at her. Her hair reflected what happened last night; a mess with a hair tie holding not even half of the hair back. She grunted a little in her sleep and turned more onto her stomach, hugging the pillow closer. I noticed that the covers only covered her mid back and down, revealing curves. She wasn't incredibly skinny, but she had a graceful look about her. Her curves portrayed a certain athletic look, as her sides stretched this way and that, and her arms revealed muscles as they clung the pillow. I put two and two together, that with the athletic body and the Sambas sitting on my floor, that she played soccer.
At this time, my body informed me that a bathroom was necessary at this moment. I carefully got up, trying to not to move the covers too much. I grabbed the nearest boxers, unsure if they were from last night or not; I hope not. I walked to the bathroom with barely a noise, and flicked on the light. I took a long look in the mirror, inspecting the dark circles and the little stubble growing across my jawline and chin. I decided I should make a better appearance, now that she and I were both much more conscious of how we look. I picked up the razor and let the water from the faucet wet it a little. I shaved here and there, making sure to make the lines clean, and not leaving anything too scratchy. Once I was done, I proceeded to do what I had primarily thought to do.
Once my business was finished, I heard Bethany start stirring from her sleep. I decided to quickly run and start some coffee. I figured we would both need it from such a long sleep. She didn't catch me take a glance as she sat up a bit in bed as i ran past my bedroom. Her dazed look as to where she was only exemplified her beauty. The sheet had manage to just not reach to her breasts, but her arms managed to cover her from the cold she felt without it. She quickly hopped out of bed, no humility in the effort, and slide on her panties and her lace camisole from the night before. It looked as if she thought about putting on my button-up as well, but thought better of it when she saw the pictures of Lauren sitting on my dresser. She sighed and began to walk towards the bathroom, signaling my leave from snooping spot.
I reached the kitchen and signed to myself. Why did I have to be so sloppy? I quickly stacked up my school books, and pushed all the chairs under the table. I made my way to the coffee pot, and started it up. I went to check the fridge for cream; none. Crap, I hope she isn't a coffee freak that has twenty special requests to her coffee. By the looks of it, she didn't seem to have any.
"Good morning."
I made a slight jump at my thoughts being disrupted, and quickly closed the fridge door. I turned and smiled. "Good morning to you as well," I replied, trying to not sound like a complete idiot. She chuckled at my reply, and took a good look at me. Immediately embarrassed by the clothes that I managed not to put on, she quickly looked down at the floor.
"Uhh, I just put on a pot of coffee. It should be done in about ten minutes. I hope you don't mind the absence of cream in your coffee, I'm all out."
"No that's okay," she looked up to answer, "I just need some sugar in mine. If there is an absence with that as well, then I will be just fine with black," she smiled with her smart remark. I smiled too, and then let the awkward silence sink in. She didn't seem to mind, which was good. I think I tend to be an awkward person by nature, not noticing when I seem to make someone uncomfortable. I let the silence stretch until she seemed to get restless and tried to think of something quick to say.
"You-"
"Ab-"
We laughed at the simultaneous reactions to clear the silence.
"You go first," she quickly replied, blushing at the thing she was about to say, or the fact that she was just about to let her eyes drop lower than my belly button.
"Well, I was going to say if you want to clean up or take a shower, you are welcome to do that. Sorry my house is sort of a pig-sty. It's just me you see. My parents told me it would have been better for me to have a roommate to help me stay clean. Now I'm blabbing..." I internally slap myself for my lack of ability to hold my tongue.
"Uhh yeah thanks, I'll do that after I have some coffee."
In the next second, the coffee pot alerts the freshness of the coffee to the room. Relieved to have something to do besides stand there in my boxers, I turn and grab two cups from the cabinet.