Common Courtesy
6-11-01
It was hot. The kind of hot that makes even cotton fabrics search out and stick to every scrap of human skin they can find.
Jessie, trapped in this evening heat, was beginning to smoulder, much like a wadded-up newspaper will when it is pushed into a bed of coals. And just like said newsprint, she eventually combusted.
Jessie kicked the floor fan in a mixture of desperation and rage.
"Why'd you go and die on me?! Come ON, you stupid f'in fan, WORK!!" Seeing that the fan was not persuaded, jessie flopped onto her bed. "Damn." She proceeded to strip off her clingy cotton clothes, throwing them into a small sweaty heap on the floor. Wearing only a pair of panties, she rolled herself into a comfortable position on the bed and halfheartedly pulled the single sheet up to afford a bit more decency.
Though the sweltering heat made her doubt she'd ever fall asleep, Jessie was soon dozing lightly. Dreams soon came, and Jessie tossed and turned, living out thier plots. While she dreamt of avalanches, successfully catching Pikachu, and earning James' pride, in real life she was kicking her sheet off of her body and exposing quite a view to the innocent passerby.
Innocent James may have been, but passing by he was not. When James trundled in to bed a little later, he couldn't help noticing Jessie's condition.
Jessie was sprawled, legs wide apart, on her back. Her sheet was rumpled and twisted around her, entwining her legs rather admirably. It had slid down her chest, exposing her left breast and almost all of her right to view. One hand was tangled in the magenta hair that lay in chunks over Jessie's neck and shoulders, while the other rested on her breast. Sprawled out like that, Jessie made a very seductive picture.
The thought crossed James' mind to take a photo, but he shook it away.
"She is NOT henati. She's my baby Jessica," he thought. Out loud, he mused, "I'll fix you up a bit..."
Tenderly, James moved Jessie's hand off of her breast and detangled the sheets from her legs. Smoothing the sheet over Jess, James replaced her hand and brushed her hair off her neck. He gave her a gentle peck on the cheek and turned to undress.
As he crawled into bed, feeling the sticky sheets against his skin, a small noise cought his ear. He rolled over.
Jessie was murmuring in her sleep. Raising himself on one elbow, James could see that she was crying.
James lowered himself back down to the bed. He snaked one arm around her, outside the sheet, and pulled Jessie closer. Ignoring the discomfort from her heat, James held Jessie until she stopped crying and he drifted off to sleep.
6-11-01
It was hot. The kind of hot that makes even cotton fabrics search out and stick to every scrap of human skin they can find.
Jessie, trapped in this evening heat, was beginning to smoulder, much like a wadded-up newspaper will when it is pushed into a bed of coals. And just like said newsprint, she eventually combusted.
Jessie kicked the floor fan in a mixture of desperation and rage.
"Why'd you go and die on me?! Come ON, you stupid f'in fan, WORK!!" Seeing that the fan was not persuaded, jessie flopped onto her bed. "Damn." She proceeded to strip off her clingy cotton clothes, throwing them into a small sweaty heap on the floor. Wearing only a pair of panties, she rolled herself into a comfortable position on the bed and halfheartedly pulled the single sheet up to afford a bit more decency.
Though the sweltering heat made her doubt she'd ever fall asleep, Jessie was soon dozing lightly. Dreams soon came, and Jessie tossed and turned, living out thier plots. While she dreamt of avalanches, successfully catching Pikachu, and earning James' pride, in real life she was kicking her sheet off of her body and exposing quite a view to the innocent passerby.
Innocent James may have been, but passing by he was not. When James trundled in to bed a little later, he couldn't help noticing Jessie's condition.
Jessie was sprawled, legs wide apart, on her back. Her sheet was rumpled and twisted around her, entwining her legs rather admirably. It had slid down her chest, exposing her left breast and almost all of her right to view. One hand was tangled in the magenta hair that lay in chunks over Jessie's neck and shoulders, while the other rested on her breast. Sprawled out like that, Jessie made a very seductive picture.
The thought crossed James' mind to take a photo, but he shook it away.
"She is NOT henati. She's my baby Jessica," he thought. Out loud, he mused, "I'll fix you up a bit..."
Tenderly, James moved Jessie's hand off of her breast and detangled the sheets from her legs. Smoothing the sheet over Jess, James replaced her hand and brushed her hair off her neck. He gave her a gentle peck on the cheek and turned to undress.
As he crawled into bed, feeling the sticky sheets against his skin, a small noise cought his ear. He rolled over.
Jessie was murmuring in her sleep. Raising himself on one elbow, James could see that she was crying.
James lowered himself back down to the bed. He snaked one arm around her, outside the sheet, and pulled Jessie closer. Ignoring the discomfort from her heat, James held Jessie until she stopped crying and he drifted off to sleep.