Caught You Looking

Friday nights are always dull for me, my father was very over protective and thought Friday nights were for drunken slappers and old perverts, well that was his excuse for making my curfew seven o’clock. I was 17, not 7, but try explaining that to him.


It got to around eight o’clock and I was already pacing around my room, I could never find anything to amuse me for more than ten minutes at a time. My dear mother and father had left at four for a weekend away, leaving my 21 year old brother Jack in charge for the night. My strictly rule abiding brother who had exchanged his usual Friday night in the pub for sitting in the living room with his friends so he could ensure I would stay firmly planted dying this horrible death of excruciating boredom.


The clock felt like it was taunting me, knowing tonight was going to drag in I made my way to the kitchen hoping to grab a few beers and some snacks to keep me company until I managed to get to sleep.


Trying to pull some beer out of the fridge I felt someone brush against me, looking over my shoulder I realised it was only my Jack’s best friend Colin. Colin was more like a brother to me though, he was always in the house with Jack. He was just over six foot tall, pale skin with jet black short hair and beautiful green eyes, his muscles always slightly strained whatever T-shirt he was wearing at the time. I continued to grab a couple of beers ignoring that he was behind me, even accidentally brushing up against him.


It wasn’t until I stood up and looked at his I noticed he was staring at me strangely, I looked down and realised why. I was only wearing a short white nightie which couldn’t have covered my bum as I was bent over. Blushing pink at the embarrassing incident that just happened, I grabbed the Doritos from the counter and shuffled by Colin leaving him still standing in the same position with that expression stuck to his face.


Speed walking down the hall and in to my bedroom I breathed a sigh of relief at the privacy. Throwing the beer down on the bed, I put a film in and lay back, chilling out with a beer and some crisps made me forget all about the red faced incident earlier.


I woke up to notice my tv still on, the movie must have restarted itself while I was asleep, checking the clock and realising I still had hours before I had to get up I had every intention on going back to sleep. I would have went back to sleep if I didn’t have the urge to pee, I tried squeezing my legs shut but it just wasn’t for happening. Jumping out of bed I shuffled into the hall, down the corridor and into the toilet, just as I said down on the toilet I realised my nightie was partially damp. Just before panic set in that maybe I had an accident I realised it smelt like beer, I must have fell asleep with it in my hand and its spilled, stripping down just before I left the bathroom I put the dirty clothes in the wash basket and opened the bathroom door.