Sensory Pleasure
Part 11 - Whatever you do, don't.
Karen H.

We enter his room quietly and I know that this is going to be awkward. Me and Dawson, alone in the same room, in the same bed. It’s just weird after what we did. And it wasn’t just once.

He walks over to the lamp on his bedside table, bends down and switches it on. I can’t help but think that I must be ogling him. In my defense, I don’t think that I could ever look at Dawson’s ass again without ogling him. Not now that I’ve seen him naked.

As he goes to turn around I move towards the other side of the bed, not looking at him and trying to disguise that I ever was looking at him. Once on the other side of the bed I put my bag down and look towards him. He takes some night clothes out of a drawer. He then turns and looks at me.

"What?" he asks.

"Nothing." I say defensively.

"Well since there’s nothing wrong, I’m going to go to the bathroom to change."

"Okay." I reply as he walks out of his room.

God, why am I so annoyed about this? Shouldn’t this be helping with the whole we’re still friends thing. The this hasn’t changed anything, it happened thing.

The reason that you’re so annoyed Joey, is because deep down you hoped that it WOULD change things. You don’t want that any more than you want him to be with Jen.

I’m not going to think about this, especially not whilst I’m here. I’m just going to have to think of something else.

He thinks that I’m really angry with him, well I am kinda angry. God he looks so sexy when he’s apologetic. This isn’t helping.

Okay, different approach. Just think about what you’re doing as you do it. That should be easy.

I’m taking my night clothes out of my bag and putting them on Dawson’s bed ... a bed that I want to do more than sleep on.

Well this isn’t working. Why can’t I just stop thinking about Dawson? It never used to be as bad as this. Oh yeah, that was before we slept together.

I decide that maybe it would be a better idea for me to just lie down for a while, until I can go and change.

I lie on my side of the bed, closing my eyes but still all that I can think about is Dawson. I now have this permanent image of Dawson’s body above mine whenever I close my eyes.

For the past five days this has been all that I can see and think about whenever I close my eyes. Replaying it. Remembering every detail.

The way that he looked at me as he came, how he held me as we came down together, the way he said my name...everything.

I enter the room quietly, surprised to see Joey lying on her side of the bed. I just stand by the door for a moment, looking at her in awe.

I close my eyes for a moment, and all the images before me are of Joey. The way that she looked at me with desire in her eyes before we entered her dorm room. How sexy she looked sitting on the bathroom counter wearing only a pair of shoes and her underwear.

Then there are the sensory memories. The feeling of her clinging to me as we made love in her bed.

I open my eyes knowing that I shouldn’t be thinking about this...but that’s easier said than done. Especially when she’s here and on my bed.

I walk round to her side of the bed and kneel beside her. Just watching her breathe for a moment. Then I lower my head to hers and kiss her forehead lightly.

As I raise my head I feel that my eyes are drawn to her lips. I long to kiss her, but I don’t. Instead I just trace their outline with my thumb before I stand up.

Again I just stand looking at her before giving her a gentle nudge. "Joey...Joey."

"Mmhm." She says her eyes still closed.

"Jo, the bathroom is free." I say as her eyes flutter open.

"Dawson, I may have dozed off for a moment, but that sounds like you were suggesting something." As she finishes speaking she gets up off of the bed and stands in front of me with a crafty smile.

Suddenly I’m amazed at how often she can still shock me by saying something like this. "I..."

She silences me by putting one of her fingers to my lips. "I’m going to go change." Joey tells me as she traces the outline of my lips with her finger. Then she just turns and walks out of the room, closing the door behind her. Maybe she wasn’t asleep. Which means that she knew what I just did.

I start to walk around the bed when I hear her enter the room. Standing in front of her, I put my arms around her waist and lower my lips to hers.

She responds to the kiss, placing one hand on my shoulder and wrapping one of her legs around mine.

I move my left hand up to cup her right cheek and I brush my tongue against her lips. She parts them slightly, allowing my tongue to enter her mouth.

The hand that was resting on her waist is now resting on the front of her stomach, under her top.

"Dawson." She says as she breaks the kiss, trying to get her breath back. "I just came back to get my pyjamas."

I just nod my head and kiss her again. She kisses me back as I start to stroke her stomach with my thumb.

We stop kissing again. "I really did come back for my pyjamas." Joey tells me as she lets go of me and points to her pyjamas at the foot of the bed.

I turn to look at where she just pointed and then turn back to her. My face must be turning all shades of pink now. "Oh...I just thought that because of what I said...what you said...well..."