“Goodnight, sweetheart”, he heard her whisper, and a few seconds later his bedroom door closed. The next night, he stayed awake deliberately. Sure enough, at the same time - 10pm - his bedroom door opened. Pretending to be asleep, he waited. It was the same as the previous night - the pause, the little kiss, and “Goodnight, sweetheart”.

On his own again, he wondered how long she had been doing this. Probably she had always come in to kiss him goodnight. Normally, he slept like a log, and nothing could wake him. It was pure accident, and perhaps the summer heat, that had disturbed him the night before. Unable to sleep, he started to masturbate. His new fantasy made him cum with greater intensity than he was used to, but left him feeling slightly ashamed.

All the next day he alternated between intense feelings and deep shame. By evening, however, he had decided what to do. Later that night, he put his plan into action. He left the light on when he got into bed. He sat up, back to the pillows against his bedhead. In the hot summer he slept naked, so his bare chest was on display. He held a book in his hand, but let his hand fall to the bed, as though he had fallen asleep while reading. Then he pretended to be asleep.

The door catch clicked, but he could tell from the sound that the door opened only very slightly. She was obviously worried by the light being on.

“David?” she whispered. Then the door opened, and he heard her quietly cross the room. The usual pause ... and then the kiss on his forehead ... but this time a cool hand gently on his chest as she kissed him.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

He decided to be bolder. Again he left the light on. This time, he lay on his back, pretending to be asleep with the sheet pulled up to his waist. He waited. The door clicked and opened slightly, and his name was whispered. Then the door opened fully, and he heard her soft footsteps as she crossed to his bedside. When he judged she was by the bed, he stirred as though restless in his sleep, and he tossed the sheet covering the lower part of his body to one side. Since he slept naked in the hot summer, his cock was on view. He distinctly heard her give a little sigh. After a moment, the kiss and the gentle hand on his chest. But to his horror, as she whispered the usual words, he felt his cock getting hard. The hand stayed on his chest for longer than usual - she must be watching - then the hand was lifted and he heard her cross the room and the door closed.

How to progress further? He decided his next move should be to “wake” up when she next arrived at his bedside. And he would be uncovered when she entered the room. He arranged everything according to his plan, and waited. She entered the room without hesitation, and stood by the bed. He felt the kiss - but his nerve failed him, and he did nothing. After he was sure she had left the room, he masturbated to relieve himself, and then fell asleep......(cont)