Sleeping Over At Lyssa’s (Part 3)

Kitchen Talk About Sienna

For half an hour we both sat in the kitchen as Lyssa watched the end of Melrose Place, talked and finished her washing for the next day. Lyssa told me the reason she needed someone to stay over her house and how her grandmother was in hospital because she fell over and hit her head weeks ago. On the same sort of topic, Lyssa also told me that Sienna was in a serious car accident about two weeks ago.

As she unfolded the story, I learnt that they were in a convertible car and she was in the front with her boyfriend of then two weeks. They crashed into a tree due to her boyfriend and because of the collision the top unfolded and they were both flung out of the car giving the certainty that neither were wearing seatbelts. Sienna slammed into a tree in full flight and when they found the car and her body the next day they hurried her straight to the hospital.

Sienna had to get stitches all up her stomach, her hips were badly bruised and she had to have an operation but she’s recovering. As for her boyfriend of two weeks, he died when he was hurled into a muddy river and when they found him hours after rescuing Sienna they had found him dead, drowned. What shocked both me and Lyssa when we both heard was that Sienna was only concerned and down about how her favorite pink top got ripped open when they were operating on her.

That sounds a bit too fresh to have been said from anyone but if those words were from Sienna’s mouth then she is one cold and posh bitch. If I had a girlfriend of two weeks and she died I would have some decency to care, not be so stupefied to stupid remarks.

Hearing About Naqi Again

What made me furious in her chatting was how she started mentioning her weekends, her friends and especially my loathed antagonist, Naqi. It still makes me wonder as to why Naqi has been at the forefront of Lyssa’s life instead of fucking off like he should have when I made it clear that he was trying to move in on my game.

Anyway, Lyssa frustrated me with words I didn’t want to hear but for the sake of starting an argument or making her shitty by expressing my distaste for her subjects I took it in. I knew that if I spoke out Lyssa would have shouted something like, “Well you aren’t saying anything,” or she would have just evolved to one of her less desirable moods and I really didn’t need the pressure of catching a taxi back home and feeling like my whole night was another big mistake.

Lyssa told me how she went to the Casino a week or two ago with Penelope, Naqi, Mazin and a whole lot of other Lebs. There was a big gambling spree that night as Naqi won $50 and Mazin won $200 and shouted everyone drinks. This was the start of my disrelished mood and as she kept talking about her weekends the disgust grew. I think the peak of my loathing gained ascendancy when Lyssa started speaking so light-heartedly about her and Naqi mucking around.

Lyssa should have known by now from my constant drilling into her mind that I hate when she talks about Naqi but she didn’t hesitate despite my apathetic appearance. My innards started to turn when Lyssa mentioned that they were both drunk out the front of Chevy’s when Naqi suddenly just picked up Lyssa. Grabbing her around the hips, as she noted, he carried her upright a couple of steps down the street and then in an anticlimax, the both of them came toppling down.

I had visions that Naqi’s face would have been just below or in line with Lyssa’s breasts and it angered me to think what Lyssa would have been wearing. It didn’t give me any satisfaction when Lyssa told me that her whole ass was bruised from falling down because it made me want to punch out Naqi for bruising her but I received some complacency from the fact that Naqi was worse off than Lyssa. From what I was told, Naqi had a bleeding face and it would have been deserved to such a pig-headed fuck-wit, only known as Naqi, formerly my friend, now my adversary.

Floor Or Bedroom

When the conversations were over and the time was almost 10:45 p.m. I told Lyssa I was headed to sleep. Being offered Kuper’s bedroom I didn’t feel right sleeping in there and opted for Lyssa’s bedroom (She was sleeping in her mum’s room) but I found it to be too messy. Therefore, despite the freezing conditions in her house I chose to sleep in the lounge room rolling up some blankets on the floor.

Lyssa came into the room and said to me “You can’t sleep here, it’s too cold, you’ll freeze.” I could tell in Lyssa’s voice that she really wanted me to sleep in her room but she could only offer me her brother’s room or her room. Lyssa knew that if she left the room she would have lost the opportunity to get what she desired, what we both desired, to sleep next to each other.

I could feel the same need but also the lack of ability or situation in which to bring up the question of sleeping in her room. I was being my usual stubborn and proud self as I kept saying I would sleep on the floor and as Lyssa said she would jump on me until I changed my mind I knew that she was trying to stall for time and have the both of us consolidate.

As Lyssa got to sleep in her mum’s bed she yelled out “Are you alright,” after a few minutes. This advised me that Lyssa didn’t want to get to sleep because she was all worked up. Lyssa was probably thinking the same thoughts as me, “How am I going to get Lyssa to sleep next to me tonight without making it look too obvious, I know we both want it.”

Asking To Share Her Room

After Lyssa yelled out “Goodnight” some minutes later and she played around with the lights I jumped up to a seated position and just contemplated my next move. I didn’t want to leave it up to Lyssa to get the both of us in one room as I didn’t have confidence in her ability so after a couple of minutes deliberation I jumped up and made my way up the hall. Softly I stepped until I approached her room and softly I asked, “Do you mind if I sleep in here tonight.”

Lyssa was welcoming to my appeal as she patted on the bed next to her. Pulling some of the bigger sheets over me Lyssa asked, “Are you going to wear that sweater and work pants to bed?” This to me was Lyssa’s way of saying, “Take off your clothes so we can make it easier,” but I didn’t want to do that sort of rushing if a moment was to take place.

Rather, I was content for the moment with just sleeping next to Lyssa but that didn’t matter as nothing happened for the night. Lyssa finally broke the ice when she kept mentioning that her feet were freezing and offering her to place her feet between my legs she done so. This broke the ice for the both of us in the night and within half an hour of anticipation we both drifted off to much needed sleep.

Lying Awake

The time was around 11:30 p.m. when Lyssa drifted off to sleep and from there I was in and out of sleep. I was too excited in this almost unremembered environment of having the comfort of sleeping next to someone. It felt so good that I had to savor the moment for the rest of the night, hence, waking up. Through the night and before Lyssa went to sleep I placed my arm under her head and that small distance between our bodies was filled. Not only were our legs entwined but Lyssa had her body against mine and my arm under her head like good old times. It made me feel great and not in need of sexual preference.

I knew that I didn’t want to create a sexual night only on my intentions because Lyssa would have been in control of the happenings and I wouldn’t end up liking it. If I had started with the first move Lyssa would have gotten her usual monotonous way and I don’t appreciate those bouts of old. However, if Lyssa was to begin on me like I had imagined and wished it would have much more enjoyable and deserving for the both of us.

I envisioned Lyssa lying her head on my stomach and then slowly and intentionally unzipping my pants. This naturally would have brought me to attention and from there Lyssa could have surprised me with some tongue and saliva treatment. This would have so invigorated me (Especially if I had gone off) that I would have been eager to return the favor in full force to Lyssa for the favored attention. Alas, Lyssa had no such adventure in her mind and for this sole reason there was no room for one-sided passion in the night.

Morning Hugs

With the morning arriving and the both of us still hugging I heard the alarm at 6:00 a.m. and was ready to jump into the shower. Lyssa and I hugged for a little longer as she asked me for a hug and then I asked for the return of a favor. Eventually I had to let the moment go so I could jump in the shower and as I relaxed I was wondering what Lyssa could possibly have been thinking and if she would have been depressed knowing our day of togetherness was coming to an end.

From my shower I put some pants on and then quickly jumped back into bed to ask Lyssa if she could warm me up. I feel that Lyssa was having too much of a moment with me because she didn’t want to have a shower and I was under the impression that Lyssa didn’t want to go to work either. I figured that if the both of us stayed home at Lyssa’s house and missed work then something definitely would have happened. Lyssa was probably hoping for more time and in a way, so was I but I feel that having sex would have made it more of a weird turnaround of events and feelings.

With twenty minutes to spare before we had to catch a bus the both of us jumped out of bed. I took a little longer as I had to wait for myself to calm down (Down there) and as it had subsided I started getting dressed. As Lyssa done her makeup and the time kept ticking I knew she wouldn’t be ready in time. Lyssa gave me her ironing to do and was picky about the effort I was putting into it, more time wasted.

Taxi Train And No Thank You

Time had run out for our desire to catch the bus and as I thought Lyssa was only creating a later arrival at work she asked if I could call a Taxi for the both of us. This is one of Lyssa’s idiosyncrasies that she could do without. Lyssa doesn’t have to be so wasteful of her money and I feel that she doesn’t use public transport enough but uses her friends and Taxis much more for her purposes. Anyway, after I remembered to feed Misty we caught our Taxi to the station and then waited for the train to arrive.

Lyssa frustrated me how she had a cigarette before the train arrived (and two before we went to sleep the night before) but I was my usual quiet self, keeping my thoughts to myself. If I had asked Lyssa to smoke some other time she wouldn’t have cared for my feelings. Lyssa had a little chat to one of her friends that was catching the train and as we didn’t notice Penelope jumping on the train I didn’t feel the need to retire to another carriage.

On the way to the City Lyssa and I sat together having a few words on the way to work but it seems that her wishful disposition had changed to an uncaring stage as the point of no return had been past. As soon as Lyssa knew there would be no chance for the both of us to get better accustomed the bitch and uncaring slighted personality began to emerge. Only through cracks of her sincerity could I see it and it showed when through the whole night and following morning Lyssa didn’t thank me for helping her out by sleeping over. However, as Lyssa was jumping up to get off the train at St. James she did mention her thank-you so I was partially content.

My Tuesday night is now complete and save for the details of Wednesday at work, at the Gym and then today’s happenings, this chronology is incomplete. However, I must forego these chronicles as I need my sleep more oft at these late hours as I do my abundant nature here. As the time is again 11:30 p.m. I shall have short hours to sleep but grateful I am as today is Friday and the last day before my weekend arrives.