I awoke the next morning, unsure of when I fell asleep. As I looked around, I realised I must have fallen asleep talking to Kaitlyn, as I was still wearing my pyjama shirt, and the fan was only on half speed. I always put the fan on full speed just before I go to sleep. I turned to face Kaitlyn on the couch. She was fast asleep. One leg stuck out from under the covers; my footy shorts riding up on her thigh. Her face was squished into her hand, giving her an unflattering look that only someone in a deep sleep can have.

“Cute,” I thought to myself. As I watched her laying there peacefully, I had the urge to be with her in some way. I couldn’t quite understand it. I wanted to hold her, or maybe just lay beside her. I settled down awkwardly next to the couch and laid my head on the couch cushion and beside her head. Her other arm lay draped over the edge of the seat and hung over my shoulder.

As I passed the time by scrolling through social media, I found myself resting my head against her arm and letting it rest on my collar bone. I felt her body shift and her arm move more purposefully from over my shoulder to hold me.

With a long yawn, she greeted me sleepily. “Oh…good morning.”

“Mornin’,” I replied.

“Sleep well?” she asked, still sounding sleepy.

“Yeah, I did. I think I passed out last night. Is that true?”

“Yeah…” she yawned. “But I made sure you were all tucked in,” she said cheerily.

“Aw, you are too kind,” I replied with an affectionate voice.

She let out another loud yawn and declared, “I’m too sleepy to today. Todaying requires energy.” With that, she rolled off of the couch and landed on me, and the floor, with a thud.

“Hey!” I said, laughing at her playfulness. She wedged herself between me and the couch and dragged the covers down with her.

“Ah,” she said, smacking her lips, “it’s real comfy down here. You’re like a big teddy bear.” As she said this, she wrapped her hands around my waist and curled around my body—her legs on one side of me, her head on the other.

“You’re a child,” I laughed at her.

“You’re a pillow,” she rebutted, and continued to twist herself into increasingly uncomfortable positions. She squirmed and squirmed until she had rotated all around me and was laying over my lap, eyes still closed, arms still holding onto my waist. She looked up into my eyes with a big smile spread across her face and said, “You don’t think I’m annoying, do you?”

“You? Never,” I replied sarcastically. She made her lip quiver and gave me puppy dog eyes.

“You’re a mean pillow,” she said, like a child who’s angry at a parent for saying no to buying a new toy. She continued to lay on me regardless of her apparent disdain. She gripped my thigh like a stuffed animal and wrapped her legs around my leg. Her head rested gently on my lap. She sighed a deep, comfortable sigh, and closed her eyes. I had to admit, she looked pretty cute.

“Maybe too cute,” I thought, as I felt a twitch below her head. “Oh no!” my internal voice exclaimed. I felt too much down there. I didn’t want to risk an erection with her head on my lap.

“Hey…ah…Kaitlyn?” I asked, rather timidly. Her eyes opened in response. “Can you please get off my leg?” Her face changed, saddened by my request, unsure of why my attitude shifted.

“Don’t you want to be my pillow?” she asked, hoping to keep the game going.

“It’s not that,” I said, trying to find the right words, “I just think we should get up now.” I was desperately trying not to tense any muscles below. Strange how easy it is to not clench your dick when going about day-to-day life, but the moment an erection is looming, it becomes nearly impossible.

I couldn’t help but tense, and it caused my dick to rise gently. I could feel the slight strain of my underwear against it. I was almost at half an erection. Luckily, at this point, Kaitlyn decided to let go of my leg. Maybe she understood. I couldn’t quite tell, but she didn’t seem so sad anymore. More cautious. As she rose, I saw two little bumps forming on her shirt where her nipples were. They poked at the fabric and appeared to harden.

“What do you want to do today?” I asked, breaking the silence.

“I dunno. I don’t have any plans.”

“Maybe we go to your place? Get you out of those clothes?” I suggested, trying to ignore the accidental innuendo.

“Yeah. Ok. After breakfast,” she said with a cheerful voice. She jumped up, did a twirl, and left my room for the kitchen. I couldn’t help but notice just how much her boobs bounced as she energetically jumped out of my room.