“How did you plan to sleep?” Beverly asked?
Bill looked at her. “You’re pretty,” he said.
Beverly smiled at him, kissed him once on the cheek. “Really, how were you planning to sleep?”
“I thought I’d lean up against the wall there, where you’re sitting. I hadn’t really thought about it, but I’ve slept on stairs before.”
“Want me to leave you alone?”
“No. You want to cut out?”
“Not at all.”
“What do you want?”
“I don’t want anything. I wasn’t planning to see you. I was planning to hang out a bit and then go on back to the locker room and see who’s there. If I’d have known I was doing a double, I’d have planned to go home in between.”
“We can sleep together here,” Bill said.
“You can put your head in my lap.” Beverly motioned for him to do that, to get himself comfortable.
Bill did not hesitate. He moved so that he was leaning somewhat on her and settled his head in her lap. First thing he did when he was nuzzled in was to smell her much as he could. His head was kind of sideways so he shifted several times attempting to get comfy.
For her part, Beverly spread her legs, moved them with him, asked him if he was comfortable. Together they were able to get somewhat settled, but not for long.
“We’d do better on the floor there,” Beverly said. “By the window.”
“You think? I’d be afraid someone would come along.”
“Believe me,” Beverly said, “no one comes here. And if anyone does, we’ll hear them before they come upon us.”
“What the hell,” Bill said.
Bill took off his apron and laid it on the floor. Beverly settled her tux jacket on it. They sat down next to each other, leaned against the wall where there was a radiator and a full window above it. Wasn’t long before Bill once again put his head in Beverly’s lap. This time he got comfortable. Beverly sat stroking his hair.
“This feels good,” she said.
“Yeah, it does.”
“Sleep if you want to.”
Bill closed his eyes. No way he was going to sleep but he did rest, he did keep his eyes closed and he did enjoy Beverly stroking his hair.
“Penny for your thoughts,” he said.
“Nothing much,” Beverly said. “I kind of wish we had a place to go. I kind of wish we had a nice bed to lay down in and do whatever we did.”
“Having a place to rest comfortably would be nice.”
Beverly leaned down to kiss Bill. Bill sat up some to make it easier for her and then they shifted so they were side by side again. “If we’re gonna make out, we should go back to the stairs.”
“You want to make out?”
“You?”
“Let’s go to the stairs.”
They spent a long time kissing. They sat next to each other and didn’t really touch each other. Their lips met gently, softly, playfully. They spent a good moment closed-mouth, feeling each other’s lips. Then Bill opened his mouth and sucked her lip softly, pulling at it.
They sat. They kissed. They finally let their tongues meet. It was nice because their tongues had met before and now they explored freely, played, had fun.
Only when Bill felt Beverly’s breathing change, only when he heard her let a soft sigh escape did he reach his hands to her. He pulled at her shirt and opened two more buttons so he could slip his hand inside.
The moment he touched bare skin inside her bra, the kissing changed. Beverly became aggressive, almost ravenous. Bill met her attitude with his own.
