A Night with X

The suite's door is opened by X, who takes a step aside, allowing me to enter. I walked hesitantly into the room, as even though I agreed to spend the night with him, I didn't feel like I should proceed with the second option. I hear the door close, and then I turn around, finding X standing near the door. He puts his hands in his pants pockets and walks slowly toward me.

“Here we are,” I say, nervously observing every redecorated corner of the room.

“Yes,” X affirms, positioning his body behind mine. He leans down so that his lips can touch my ear, releasing the following words: “Thank you for leaving the red couch in its rightful place. Whenever I look at it, I remember our afternoon together…”

“X…” I turn in his direction, but his lips cover mine. Despite the intense kiss, I feel his eager hands roaming my body, yet I manage to push him away and say, breathlessly, “Tonight was... difficult. Seeing Filomena at the restaurant brought back memories I thought had been overcome.”

“You're talking about your husband...” X deduces cautiously.

“Also…” I confirm, running my hand across his lapel. “But she reminded me of that time at MAMA. I remembered when I called you from the airport…”

“I'm sorry for what I put you through,” X says, touching my chin and lifting it, making my eyes meet his. “If I could go back in time, there's no doubt I would do things completely differently.”

“I need to rest, as I'm feeling exhausted,” I say, touching his face. I took a deep breath and walked toward the door. “Goodnight. I'll be in the guest room downstairs if you need anything.”

“Please don't go,” X pleads, holding onto my hand. “The bed is large and undoubtedly fits both of us.”

“X…”

“I promise I won't even come close to you. I'll be the best roommate you've ever had in your life,” X assures. “I just don't want you to sleep alone, because that's not what I promised you for tonight.”

“Alright,” I agree, but not very confidently. “I just don't have any sleepwear…”

“If you want to sleep naked, feel free,” he comments, looking me up and down. “I won't object to that.”

“X…”

“What? There's nothing I haven't already appreciated underneath that dress.”

“I'd better sleep downstairs,” I say, turning away.

“No, please,” X quickly begs. “I'll get one of my t-shirts for you.”

He walks to his closet, where he spends some time, then returns with at least three white T-shirts that make no difference to me. I point to one that X holds out to me, but when he grabs it, he pulls it, making me collide with his body.

“I want to ask you a favor.”

“Go ahead,” I say seriously.

“Let me see you changing clothes,” X pleads with a puppy face. “Show me how you would do it if you were home alone…”

“X… No.”

“Please…”

“Roommates don't watch other roommates changing clothes,” I argue, lightly tapping his face.

“Then you didn't go to college like I did,” X retorts with a smile. “I always saw my roommates changing clothes.”

“Seriously?” I ask, surprised by the information.

“It was a horrifying sight,” X affirms, making a face. “Now that I have a beautiful roommate, it's only fair that I'm rewarded for all those years of hairy male bodies, balls, and penises.”

“It must have been terrible,” I comment with a smile.

“You have no idea of the awful nightmares I had for years,” X says. Then he lets go of the T-shirt, allowing me to hold it, and continues, “Help your poor roommate have happy dreams tonight. Please…”

“Alright,” I say, rolling my eyes. I push X in the opposite direction of my room. “But stay away, because I don't want your silly hands near my body.”

“Fine,” X agrees, sitting on the couch and settling in, holding one of his ankles between his hands. “Pretend I'm not here.”
I smile at him and then walk over to the bed, where I put on the white T-shirt. I sit on the edge and then slide my hands down to my feet, taking off my golden high-heeled sandals and massaging the spots where their straps left marks. Likewise, I undo the braid and finally release my hair, shaking my head until it fans out. For some reason, that makes X bite his lips for a moment. Then I stand up again and turn my back to him, causing him to release a disapproving groan.



“Hey, that's not fair.”

“You're not here.”



I continue facing away and then unzip my dress from the back to my lower back, letting it fall to my feet. I bend down to pick it up, arching my back towards X. I fold the dress and walk towards the bed with my breasts free and wearing my blue lace underwear. Furthermore, I put on the T-shirt, sliding it down my body until it covered part of my buttocks. I turn towards X and then remove my underwear until it touches my feet. I pick it up, put it together with my dress that I hold between my hands, and walk towards him, making him hold his breath as I place it beside him. Not only that, but I stay in that position for a few moments, looking at him as he admires me from the curve of my buttocks up to my face.



“You can look amazing even in a T-shirt. Doce, you're a delight.”

“I hope I've helped, roommate,” I say with a smile before standing up.

“Helped? Not really...” X says, biting one of his fingers. “It made sleeping next to you quite difficult.”



“Goodnight, X,” I say, walking towards the bed, where I lie down on my stomach, facing away from him.



I hear X get up from the couch and walk toward his closet. I hear his movements between the closet and the bathroom, turning on the shower. Furthermore, I was already falling asleep when I felt his body lie down on the bed. Likewise, I held my breath, thinking that I would feel his touch, but I only saw him turn off the lights and say, “Goodnight, Doce.”

“Goodnight, X,” I reply.



The silence in the room indicates that the conversation with my roommate has ended. I settle in, hugging the pillow, and then close my eyes.



“Doce… Doce…” X whispers.

“Hmm…”

“Were you sleeping?”

“Almost...”

“I just want you to be aware that I wouldn't object if you wanted to kiss my lips or touch my body in the middle of the night.”

“Good to know, X,” I say without turning towards him.

“I give you my full consent to do whatever you want with me.”

“Goodnight, X.”

“Goodnight, Doce.”



I still listen to his breathing for a while, which gradually becomes heavy and deep, and finally, I fall asleep.