Like clockwork, Dan was asleep 10 minutes after we made love one late Friday night. It had been a lazy evening of television shows, kettle corn, and rants about the work week. It ended the evening with a short yet exuberant fuck that now had me smiling from ear to ear. Dan was on his side facing the wall as I pressed my bare front side up against his back. It was still slightly sticky from his sweat, but the scent of his musk drew me closer in. I pressed my breasts hard against him and kissed him softly. He looked so strange in my ultra feminine bed with the floral blanket pulled all the way up to his broad straight shoulders. But as funny as it was so see him there, it was one of my favorite sights, second to seeing his eyes light up when my breasts were released from my bra. I wondered what he thought about before sleep took him. I was never really able to go right to sleep after sex. My brain turned into an old VCR, rewinding over and over again all of the good parts that made me moan.