Kimberly Snores

Kimberly Snores

By Richard Bacula

Half asleep, I pulled back the sheets to my bed, and I climbed on in. Somebody was already there. That's when I remembered: my sister's pretty friend Kimberly was sleeping in my old room while we were all back home from college for the holidays. Mom and Dad had given her my room, because she was a guest, and they had made me sleep on the living room couch.

Vague memories drifted into my brain. I realized that I must have gotten up to use the bathroom, then accidentally gone to my room instead of going back to the couch. My sleepy brain pieced this together, pondered on the situation, and eventually decided that since Kimberly seemed to still be asleep, I could probably escape the situation by just easing out of the bed, sneaking back to the couch.

I started to shift my weight slowly to my side, so I could roll out of bed, but Kimberly let out a loud snore, and rolled over, so that she was facing me. Worse, she now had an arm and a leg draped over me. The summer heat was bad enough that I'd been sleeping shirtless, so her bare arm was lying on my naked chest. I was on my back, so my left arm was trapped between our bodies. Kimberly was wearing a shirt, but her firm breasts were pressing up against me through the flimsy fabric. Her knee was resting on my boxers, dangerously...