Margot’s Rumour

Wake Up Call

Margot slowly woke vaguely aware of what had happened the night before. She was just so comfortable. The big bed was squishy and warm. It was a perfect moment in the morning when you can tell by the sunlight coming through the window that you still had time to yawn and roll over for a few more moments of rest.

She yawned and cuddled back into bed. As she did, the arms that were around her squeezed her closer into the hard warm heat behind her. Margot eased into it, believing it to be another of her almost real dreams she had become accustomed to having lately.

Until she heard a sharp inhale of breath at her ear, and what she could only assume was that unmistakable poking that she had read in so many fantasy novels. Her breathing caught. And plans for relaxing and staying asleep a bit longer had vanished.

One of the arms holding her lifted off and the heavy presence behind her pulled away, “Oh sorry Margot, it's just morning ... you know. Mind of its own.”

Margot looked back over her shoulder to see Santiago laying on his back, his free hand rubbing his eyes. His other hand was still under Margot’s neck and clasping one of her hands. He seemed so calm as if this were routine. He was topless and seemed to have on the tightest pair of boxers she had ever seen, and they were even tighter than they should be. That was obvious as he tried to pull the duvet over his hips when her eyes had just started to widen.

Margot had not been passed out drunk. She knew they had only really spoken all night. At one point he had removed his shirt to show a scar from a rather risky play during last year's lacrosse championship. They had been cuddling closely and laying in each other’s arms for the majority of the night. It was all very G rated. Even when he said, “Don't freak out or take this the wrong way but these jeans are seriously too hot.” And without waiting for her to respond he pulled them off and went back in the covers with her. And then nothing happened. He just held her for most of the night and ran his fingers through her hair as they spoke. She couldn’t remember it all but she knew it had been pleasant.

"Gosh, this is embarrassing," thought Margot. She had been having these erotic dreams about what Santiago would do to her and when he was alone with her, and all he did was talk to her and give her a cuddle. Even his current hard-on was just morning calling.

Margot rushed to her feet, mortified that she had stayed the night where she was clearly not wanted. He had saved her from the boring company Tinna had forced her to be with. She had practically begged him to take her somewhere private. She had constantly asked him questions until they basically passed out from too much talking.

She heard Santiago swear and some crashes from the room, but she was already halfway down the stairs, and soon was outside making her way around the house to the street. When she reached the pathway, the front door behind her flung open and Santiago was running out in only his boxers. How did he make it there so quickly? Margot kept walking, picking up her pace.

“Margot, wait! I'll drive you home! … Margot come back!”

Margot continued to speed down the street in her best half walk/ half run. Pretending not to hear. But she did hear some call Santiago back into the house.

“Yo dude you got no pants on!”

Margot heard Santiago swear, and then silence as she turned the corner, thankful that no one was following her.