Chapter 7

Nothing was going to happen. Nothing could happen. One look at Pam told Jim something was going to happen. Getting into bed with her was causing something to happen. He didn't know what it would be only that he had to follow where she was unknowingly leading them.

It was silly, how happy it made her that Jim would sleep next to her. Pam moved over against the wall to give him room. In the moonlight that filtered through his blinds, he could see she was beaming up at him. His heart skipped a beat, as he hesitated a moment to savor this magical space in time. He could almost trick himself into believing that she wanted more than friendship with him. Her words rang in his head stopping him. "I can't" and "misinterpreted the relationship" doesn't mean I want you, no matter how you try to twist it. Misinterpreted things don't do it again! She doesn't want you that way so suck it up! He needed to get a grip. With a deep breath, Jim moved in next to Pam she tucked him in. Regardless, of how crazy sexy this situation was to his mind, he was touched by her tenderness. It was one of the many reasons why he loved her. How could he not love her?

He lay next to her stiff as a board in more ways than one. He could actually feel his heart beat throb in various body parts. Once Jim was next to her in bed, she became shy and worried with the situation. Jim smiled to himself as he watched her bite her lip. She bit off more than she could chew. This is so Pam. All he could do was try to make her more comfortable. Of course, he could have just left the bed but it was pretty much too late for that. There was no way he was leaving unless she asked him too.

Jim played the gentleman yet again. "This is a small bed. Let me see if I can make us more comfortable." He slid his arm under her head and she naturally turned into him. Her bottom only clad in panties must have touched the cold wall because she quickly thrust herself into his hip. He stifled a surprised groan. Then just as quickly Pam eased back away from him. Oh God. Stay calm. He smiled knowingly and reached over pulling the blanket between her butt and the cold wall. She was probably blushing adorably in the darkness. Pam put her leg over his as she rolled further into his shoulder.

Pam giggled at herself. "This is just like a sleepover."

Jim shook his head at her innocence. "Yeah, just like a sleepover, Beasley. Night." A little of the exasperation he felt crept into his voice. She must really be tipsy to think this was like a sleepover. She was killing him and she apparently didn't even know it.

She whispered into his chest, "Night, Jim. And thank you."

Her thoughts were racing. He smells so good. Jim always smells great but now I am really inhaling him. How am I ever going to be able to sleep without raping him? Friends don't rape friends. I have never been this turned on. Stop he is your best friend! My best friend, who is turning me on more than anyone ever has in my entire life. I wonder if he knows. Oh god, I hope he doesn't know. What if he can tell? His thighs are so muscular. Oh why did I wrap my leg over his? What am I a masochist? Why would I put his thigh between my legs? How am I supposed to go to sleep? I love being held by him. It feels so good and so sexy. Get a grip girl! He is only holding you because you begged him to stay and he feels sorry for you. This is no big deal. He is just being a friend! I am in Jim's bed! I am in Jim's bed...to sleep. Sleep? How am I going to sleep? He obliviously isn't having any issues. I am such an idiot!

Jim was wondering if a guy could really pass out from lack of blood to his brain. Her knee was so close to where it shouldn't be. Jim could feel the heat from between her legs on his thigh and he just wanted to bury himself in her heat. Her breath gently tickled his neck as she curled her hand on his chest right over his heart. Her breasts were crushed up against his side with only a thin t-shirt as a barrier between them. She must have taken off her bra to sleep. She has no bra on. Pam is in my bed braless with panties and my t-shirt on. God, just kill me! To have Pam holding him, clothed this way was making him dizzy with pleasure. Those were silk panties to be exact. He knew they were silk because he could felt the heated material on his thigh. I wonder if her silk panties are white or pink. Oh how did I get myself here? I am an idiot. Focus on sleep. Right! He couldn't stop himself from gently caressed her back over the sheet and was rewarded by a soft purr of contentment. He smiled. He was in heaven and hell all at the same time.

At some point, the drain of all this sexual tension took them and they both fell asleep in each others arms. It was the best sleepless night either of them had. Jim woke up with Pam trying to sneak out of bed. He kept his eyes closed wondering what he should do. He wanted her to stay. What could he say to keep her in bed? He smiled when he heard the shower. May be he could get her to stay through breakfast? He hurried downstairs to take a two minutes shower and he shaved at the sink with the door opened so he could catch her if she tried to leave. He beat her and was back in bed when she re-entered his bedroom. Jim was glad to see she not dressed but was back in his borrowed t-shirt and something made him close his eyes.

She tiptoed over the bed and stood near the bed for a bit just watching him "sleep". He looks like a beautiful prince. His sweetness and kindness are written all over his face. How could I not love him? Jim peeked open one eye and flipped back the cover as an invitation. Pam grinned as she slipped back into bed.