The Den: Keeping Secrets

Episode 4: Liam

"Oh f**k!" Kara was going down. I managed to catch her just before she hit the ground. I scooped her up and headed towards the parking garage I leave my car in. She wasn't heavy at all so I made good time. I wanted to get her somewhere I could make sure she was comfortable. When I got to the garage I gave the attendant my key card so he could pull my car around. She had wrapped her arms around my neck on the walk to the garage and was still out cold. She's got the sweetest smell. Her hair hand a vanilla scent and her skin smelled like sandalwood. I had never noticed how nice she smelled before. The valet pulled my Benz G-Class around and hopped out to open the passenger door open. "Here you are sir," he said as he turned and stepped away toward the little office the attendants work from. "Thank you." I responded aiming all my attention back upon Kara.

As I set her in the seat she stirred a bit. Her head rolled back to the headrest then turned to face me. We were nearly touching noses. She smiled the smallest smirk then made a sour face. "Your breath is kickin! Dang! You smell like booze. You sure are cute though so I'll forgive you," she said with a little giggle as she brought her hand up and booped the tip of my nose. "Did you just Boop me?" I asked her a little shocked and completely amused. She laughed again but this time it was a deep chuckle. "I sure did Mister Man!" I had to stiffle my own laugh so I could ask her where she lived. "At my house, silly," she said her head toward the sky and her eyes closed. "No, Kara, what is your address?" I of course had no clue where she lived. I knew she took the train because I've seen her coming up the stairs from the stop down the street a few times in the mornings. "Would you make everything stop spinning please? It's making me woozy again." I didn't even get to respond before her head shot up from the headrest. Her eyes went wide and her cheeks puffed out. I was able to step back just as she got sick again. Well, not fast or far enough though. She managed to nail my shoes like she was an expert sharp shooter. I helped hold her hair for the second time tonight. Poor girl. As I was gathered her hair in to a pony tail I noticed she had the most adorable little birthmark I have ever seen. At the nape of her neck in the little depression in the middle of her neck where her hair line line was, a little heart shaped cluster of freckles. She finished dry heaving long enough for me to prop her upright and buckle her in. I didn't even press her for her address this time. I'll take her back to my place, clean her up and put her to bed. I didn't want to leave her alone when she was this drunk and sick.

I headed through midtown and up 5th toward my apartment. I bought the place a few years ago after it was partially destroyed by fire. It's an early 1900's french inspired piece of art. The building had seen many changes over the years but I had a passion to give it back some of it's original glamour while adding some of my own touches. I've even done some of the work myself. I picked up a knack for woodworking after I spent time watching the many fine craftspeople work around my house after I bought it. This incredibly gruff, unapologetic brute of an Irishman had a way with the materials he worked with. He was able to take a pocket door that separated the kitchen from a butlers pantry, that looked like it had sank with the Titanic, back to it's original glory. The hardware too. I had to bribe him with a nice bottle of Glendalough 25 to get him to teach me some things. He helped me restore the rest of the place and has even helped out at the place on the beach I found last year. Home is between East 66th and 67th so it really didn't take too long to get there, depending on traffic of course. I was thankful it was light tonight because I wanted to get Kara to a place her surroundings would be settled.

I pulled in the entrance to the basement garage that housed my car collection. I don't consider myself a collector but I do have a few beauties. I park close to the elevator so I don't have to jostle her around much. I got out and made my way around the SUV. I opened her door but she hadn't moved a muscle since I buckled her in. I gently put my right arm under her legs after releasing the restraint and the other around her back as she moved with me clasping her hands behind my neck again. She snuggled her face in to my collar and I swear to the Gods above, she moaned a bit. I jabbed the elevator button with my elbow and thankfully it opened immediately. Using that same elbow I managed to hit the 3 without pressing every other button. The elevator closed and I was once again finding myself wanting to bury my nose in her hair. The ride up isn't long and my twitching d**k wasn't helping things out much. The doors open with a ding and I exit heading towards the master suite and straight in to the bathroom. I'm glad I took the liberties of modernizing the bathroom because it kind of like one large walk in shower. The nice sized bench to the left of the tub opposite the sinks was the perfect spot to set her in case she got sick again. I propped her up against the wall to her right and reached for a cloth. Running the faucet for a few minutes to warm the water I glanced down at my shoes. Not too much damage. She had gotten most everything out of her stomach during round one so pretty much the only thing she got me with was liquid. I kicked off my shoes, took off my watch and placed it with my wallet on the counter. I loosened a few buttons at my neck and the two at my wrists. After rolling my sleeves up I ran the cloth under the now warm stream of water. I sat next to Kara and gently wiped her face and down her neck. Her dress was a little worse for wear so I set to lifting the hem just above her knee. As I gingerly lifted the garment over her hips. I'm trying to move her in to my lap not wanting to jostle her too much.

There was definitely no stopping the quick HA! that escaped my mouth as I noticed her batman underwear. They kind of reminded me of the ones I wore when I was a kid. On her though, these were pretty f*****g sexy. I eased her arms out of her sleeves and finished pulling her dress off. I tossed it to the floor and she snuggled back in to me. I stood with her in my arms and headed toward my bedroom. I laid her down on my bed and went to the closet to grab her one of my t-shirts. Making my way back across the room I sat down on the edge of the bed.

She rolled to her back and I couldn't help but stare. I hadn't noticed before but she wasn't wearing a bra. She had the perfect sized breasts. They looked like they would fit perfectly in my palms. The silver rings running through her pale pink n*****s was a nice surprise too. Peeling my eyes away I returned to the task at hand. "Kara, lean up. I've got a shirt for you to wear." She mumbled something incoherent but moved with me so I could put the shirt on her. I laid her back and rolled her to her left side stacking some pillows behind her so she couldn't roll to her back. I stood and went to grab the small trash can that resides in the bathroom. Setting it down next to the bed I kneel down so that I could brush her hair away from her face. She sighed but didn't move. I stood and went to my closet to get something comfortable I could sleep in. I like to sleep in the buff but didn't want to startle my house guest. Grabbing a pair of shorts I headed to the bathroom. I picked up her dress and rinsed it out hanging it over the side of the tub to dry. I did my normal nightly routine of brushing my teeth and washing my face. When I finished, I fished the bottle of ibuprofen from the cabinet and make my way to the kitchen. I filled two glasses with water and make myself a sandwich. Heading to the living room I set my glass and plate on the table. I left the ibuprofen and her glass on the table beside my bed and Kara's head. I knew she was going to need it when she came too.

I grab an extra pillow and blanket from the trunk at the end of my bed and head back to the living room. I toss the blanket and pillow on the couch and make myself comfortable. I grab my sandwich and the remote. Mindlessly flipping through channels while eating my sandwich I come to the conclusion there's not a damn thing on so I just turn it off. As I lay back and stare at the ceiling my mind drifts right to the woman sleeping in my bed. The woman who smells amazing and has the best set of t**s I've ever seen. Her hips are nice and round and her ass could be described as juicy. I smirk thinking of all the dirty things I could do to her when it swiftly slaps me in the face.....this is Kara you jackass! Get your mind out of the gutter.

I really need to hit The Den and work some stress out. I start thinking about baseball, the weather, hell, even my old babysitter I accidentally walked in on while she was changing when I was ten. She was a German tank of a woman and in her seventies. I cringed a bit but none of it helped. My imagination was taking over concerning the half dressed woman lying 30 feet away. The hard on I was now sporting was not going away. I ignored it and rolled toward the back of the couch eventually finding sleep.