The Electric Pretzel

Half asleep, Wesley Kyleson rolled over and slung his arm around Kim. He pulled her closer, spooned her and, tucking her red hair back, he gave her a kiss in that spot behind her ear that she liked. He felt her put her arm on top of him and squeeze. He squeezed back and kissed her again.

Wesley had been dating this girl Kim for a few months now. Actually, there was a rather cute and endearing story behind her name. Apparently, one day while her mother, Mrs. Clark, was still pregnant with her, she had gone to the store to pick up a few odds and ends. Weighing on her mind was the fact that she still had not decided on a name for her soon to be daughter. On this fateful day, she was pondering this while walking down the paper products aisle when, suddenly, she noticed a small label on a jumbo pack of toilet paper: "Kimberly Clark". "Kimberly!" she thought to herself, "What a pretty name!"

Kim hated it when Wesley told that story. He, therefore, told it as often as he could. He always told her it was because she was so cute when she was aggravated at him. In reality, he liked the story because Kim was the first girl he had actually cared enough about to bother learning the cute and endearing stories.

He kissed her again. "Morning, you." he said, trying to sound awake.

"Morning," she murmured back. "What time is it?" she asked with a sudden and clear note of worry in her voice.

"Umm," he grumbled. "It's nine something... I can't see the clock. Just a sec." He sat up a little bit and looked at the red LCD on the clock. "Nine thirty seven" he said and flopped back down into her warmth.

Kim sat bolt upright in bed. "What?! Goddamnit, Wesley! Did you not set the alarm clock again last night?" She threw off the covers and started to get out of bed. "Get up! We're already seven minutes late for class!"

It was too early for this. Wesley gently tugged at her to lay back down. "Baby, it's Wednesday. We're already thirty seven minutes late for class. And I did set the alarm clock. We must have slept through it."

"Fuck." said Kim, and flopped down on her back, staring at the ceiling. After a moment, she rolled her head over and looked at him with her blue eyes and gave him a lame smile. She rolled over on her side facing him, pulled him close, and kissed him. "Well, we were up late last night." She kissed him again. "Hold on a sec. I'll grab the covers. I'm cold."

"That's because you're naked, Kim. Anyway, I can keep you warmer that that blanket." Wesley said as he pulled her on top of him.

"Oh, really?" Kim said sarcastically as she leaned over and started to kiss him. "But what about your roommate?"

"John? He's gone for class by now. Ann stayed over, but he's her ride, so no worries about that."

"And your other roommates are on the other side of the apartment." She sat up and smiled that smile that Wesley loved to see.

It wasn't too early for this. Morning sex was what Wesley liked most. It just made the rest of the day fantastic. He loved that neither of you cared that the other had bad breath or mussed hair. He loved the energy that accelerated as you both woke up fully. He loved the fact that it was always what John had aptly called "Sport-fuckin'".

And this morning was definitely not any exception. They rolled over, bumped the wall and laughed. At various times arms, legs, and even heads swung off the edge of the tiny twin bed. They wrestled for control, they laughed, they played. They rolled the other way and, *fwump* hit the floor.

"Ouch!" said Kim. Smiling and kissing her, Wesley grabbed the blanked and made an impromptu bed on the floor. She started to laugh and laid on it. He about tackled her, grabbing her ankles and throwing them on his shoulders.

"Ooo, interesting!" said Kim playfully.

He didn't waste one moment before continuing. He didn't want to ever waste a moment with her.

Suddenly, the door swung open. They swung their heads towards the door and then froze in fear, like two mating deer in headlights. They saw Ann walking in, distractedly looking through her purse. She managed to get through "Kim, we missed our fir..." before looking up. Her face froze in shock. "Eep!" she squealed, and ran out, slamming the door behind her.

Wesley looked levelly back at Kim. "You know, I just assumed you had locked the door..." he said with a smirk. They both started laughing uncontrollably.

"Well, I'm glad you think it's funny!" yelled a very embarrassed Ann through the door.

"Git cha some!" they heard John add, followed by the sound of Ann giving him a good smack on the arm.