After Midnight

I sank to one knee. I was struggling to rise as Murphy trotted in with a glass of water.

“Be careful,” he said.

Wobbling, I made it to my feet. But as I reached for the glass, I lost my balance accidentally on purpose and fell toward Murphy, bumping the glass. The whole load of water caught me in the chest. It drenched the top of my blouse, doused my exposed cleavage, soaked through my bra, and poured down between my breasts.

As I sagged and grabbed Murphy by the shoulders, some of the water underneath my blouse even raced down my belly and soaked the top of my skirt.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him.

“My God,” he gasped. “Are you okay?”

“I…yeah. Just…a little dizzy. Just…I’ll be…fine…In a minute.”

“Are you sure?”

“You won’t let me fall, will you?”

“I don’t think so,” he said, and I felt his arms tighten against my back. He still seemed to be clutching the glass in one hand. His other hand was open and pressing firmly against me.

“I’m not too heavy, am I?” I asked.

“No. No, not at all.”

“I’m starting to feel better.”

He didn’t say anything, but his open hand began to move up and down a little, caressing my back.

“Good thing you’re so strong,” I told him. “I would’ve fallen flat on my face.”

“Sure glad that didn’t happen.”

“I’m really sorry about all this.”

“No need to be sorry about anything.”

“It’s so embarrassing.”

“Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Stumbling around like a drunk.”

“These things happen. But we’d better get some water into you.”

“Instead of ‘onto’ me?”

He laughed quietly, his chest shaking against my breasts.

“What I really need is a towel,” I said.

He laughed again. Then he said, “I think you are feeling better.”

“You don’t feel so bad yourself.”

He didn’t laugh at that one. He just made a sound like, “Mm?” and seemed to tighten up slightly. “I’d better get you that water,” he said. “If I let go of you…?”

“I’ll be okay.”

He loosened his hold. Easing backward, he stared at my face. He looked worried. “Okay?”

“So far, so good.”

He backed away from me. The front of his pale blue T-shirt looked wet from where he’d been pressed against me. “You steady?” he asked, looking from my face to my blouse and up to my face again.

“Fine,” I said.

“I’ll just be gone a second.”

“Why don’t you see if Tony has some beer?”

“Beer?”

“Yeah. A good, cold beer. That’d be a lot better than water.”

He grinned. He glanced at my blouse again, and said, “Beer’s always better than water.”

“Especially on a hot day like this.”

“I don’t know about borrowing Tony’s beer, though—if he has any. I hardly know him, and…”

“Yeah, you’re right. And maybe he wouldn’t want me drinking it. Maybe he wouldn’t even want me to be here.” I shrugged. “I mean, the way he stood me up this morning, no telling what’s going on. Maybe he’s decided to hate me, or something.”

“I can’t imagine that.”

“I can. Guys are such…Maybe we’d better get out of here before he shows up and starts trouble.”

Murphy frowned and nodded, then said, “If you’d like a beer, I’ve got plenty of cold ones over at my place.”

BINGO! His place. Exactly where I wanted to go. I planned to seduce him, then act as if I hadn’t really wanted him to do that. Afraid I might charge him with sexual assault, he would make damn sure he never told the cops about me. Brilliant, huh?

“Are you sure?” I asked. “I don’t want to…you know, make a nuisance out of myself.”

“Be glad to have you.”

“That’d be great.”

“Let me put this away,” he said, and headed for the kitchen with the glass.

When Murphy was out of sight, I looked down to check my blouse. The water had drenched me in the middle, but more on the left side than the right. The pink of my skin showed through the yellow fabric. On the left, I could also see the outline and pattern and red color of my bra. And my nipple. Not the color of my nipple, but the way it was sticking out as if it wanted to poke a hole through the thin, wet layers of my bra and blouse.

No wonder Murphy’d had such trouble keeping his eyes away.

As water started running in the kitchen, I bent over and looked at Tony’s floor. There were just a few damp places on the carpet. Most of the water had ended up on me.

Soon after the kitchen faucet shut off, a cupboard squeaked open and I heard the quiet thump of the glass being set on a shelf. Then the cupboard bumped shut.

I took another look at my left breast. My blouse still clung to it, and my nipple still jutted out. My right one was erect, too. I could feel it that way, but it didn’t show so much because that side was fairly dry.

“Still on your feet,” Murphy said. He looked both happy and nervous as he came toward me.

“I’ll be fine now.”

“You still want the beer, don’t you?”

“You bet.”

I walked out ahead of him, going slowly and trying to look a little shaky on my feet. Then I waited in the sunlight while he locked Tony’s main door and eased the screen door shut. Coming over to where I stood, he took hold of my arm and led me carefully across the courtyard.

“My place is sort of a mess,” he warned.

“Is your wife out of town, or something?”

“Who’s married?”

“You’re not?” I tried to sound surprised, but I wasn’t. After all, he didn’t wear a wedding ring.

“Not me,” he said.

“That’s a surprise. I thought all the good guys were taken.”

He shook his head and laughed softly. “I’m not taken. And what makes you think I’m a ‘good guy?’”

“I can tell.”

He held the screen door open for me. His main door wasn’t completely shut, so I pushed it out of my way and stepped into his apartment.

As Murphy came in, he asked, “Want the air conditioning on?”

“It’s up to you.”

“I usually like to leave it off in the mornings. You know, keep the place wide open so the air can get in.”

“That’s fine.”

“But if you’re hot…”

“This is nice.”

“Okay.” Leaving the main door wide open, he stepped around me and spread his arms. “Home, sweet home. Make yourself comfortable and I’ll get us a couple of cold ones.”