Post by Bester on May 12, 2019 8:45:20 GMT -5
Bester rolls over and gathers up every blanket within arms reach in his sleep. He even punches his pillow and balls it up and buries his big bald dome in it. The sun is just coming up and is peaking through the hotel room window, poking through the open curtains with a view out to the ocean in the distant. Hugging the blankets tight up to his chest, Bester starts to snore. On the other side of the bed where it clearly looks like someone was sleeping there, on the pillow is a folded over piece of paper with Bester’s name on it and under that, a heart in red lipstick.
Bester’s arm flops down on the mattress as he slips back into deep sleep, his relaxed hand facing up. He stop snoring and he jerks his hand out, feeling around along the mattress trying to find something or someone. He opens his eyes in a panic. His eyes dart around as he takes everything in. He sits up a little and looks at the empty bed.
“Aubrey?”
No answer. Bester throws the blankets off of him and sits up, nude. He gets out of the bed facing the window and walks up to it. He stretches by extends his arms as far as they will go in opposite directions and then scratches his ass cheek. He yawns and rubs his head.
“Aubrey? Sweetie?” Bester says and like just a few second before, no answer. He turns towards the room and looks around.
“Hmm. I’ve got to pee.” He mumbles to himself and shuffles off to the bathroom.
Fresh from a long shower, a very upbeat and extremely happy Bester is shaving. The tunes are bumping and while he is shaving, he is dancing, spinning in a circle, clapping his hands, moving his hips, just having a blast. We’ve never seen him this happy ever.
Once he has finished shaving, he pats his face with a towel, sprinkles some aftershave in his hand, slaps them together and then slaps his face. He then places his hand on his chest and does this weird two step cha cha thing as he back away from the sink, spins in the circle, snaps his finger and points at the mirror over the sink, shifts his weight to one hip, cocks his head and blows himself a kiss in the mirror.
“You’re looking awesome! You wild beast you!”
Stepping out of the bathroom, killing the light to the bathroom on his way out, he scoops up a old shirt off of the dresser and slips that on. He then does this hip thrusting crab like walk over to the bed to the beat of the song. (Night Club’s Control). He sits down on the edge of the bed and picks up a pair of socks that he left out from before. He takes one of them and slips them on his feet.
“Oh dear..” Bester says as he spotted something on the floor.
That something would be a used condom. As he stares at it on the floor, he slips his other sock on and he can’t help but smile, thinking back to last night. Bester then bends over and using the very tiniest tips of his index and thumb, picks up the condom from what he believe would the cleanest part of it and holds it up, looking at the semi dried “baby lotion” inside the condom.
“Huh. So that is what that stuff looks like.” Bester says while looking at it like a curious cat looking inside a box wondering what is in it. Then a thought popped in his head.
“Wait? Did I just kill thousands, million of my babies?” Bester says almost horrified.
Not wanting to kill his buzz, he quickly tosses the condom in the trash bin by the bed and made a promise to never think about that for as long as he lives. Bester slips his shoes on and stands up and that is when he spots the note on the other pillow. Bester picks up up and opens it.
“Bester.” The note begins. “I hate to do this, but I have to go. Always know that I love you, but this was a mistake. Forgive me. I’m sorry. Aubrey.”
Bester reads the note again. Panic sets in as he reads it again, and again. He starts to get all teary eyed.
“What? I? No?” Bester blurts out before breaking down with a river of tears streaming down his face and drops to his knees and covering his face with his hands……..
Bester’s arm flops down on the mattress as he slips back into deep sleep, his relaxed hand facing up. He stop snoring and he jerks his hand out, feeling around along the mattress trying to find something or someone. He opens his eyes in a panic. His eyes dart around as he takes everything in. He sits up a little and looks at the empty bed.
“Aubrey?”
No answer. Bester throws the blankets off of him and sits up, nude. He gets out of the bed facing the window and walks up to it. He stretches by extends his arms as far as they will go in opposite directions and then scratches his ass cheek. He yawns and rubs his head.
“Aubrey? Sweetie?” Bester says and like just a few second before, no answer. He turns towards the room and looks around.
“Hmm. I’ve got to pee.” He mumbles to himself and shuffles off to the bathroom.
Fresh from a long shower, a very upbeat and extremely happy Bester is shaving. The tunes are bumping and while he is shaving, he is dancing, spinning in a circle, clapping his hands, moving his hips, just having a blast. We’ve never seen him this happy ever.
Once he has finished shaving, he pats his face with a towel, sprinkles some aftershave in his hand, slaps them together and then slaps his face. He then places his hand on his chest and does this weird two step cha cha thing as he back away from the sink, spins in the circle, snaps his finger and points at the mirror over the sink, shifts his weight to one hip, cocks his head and blows himself a kiss in the mirror.
“You’re looking awesome! You wild beast you!”
Stepping out of the bathroom, killing the light to the bathroom on his way out, he scoops up a old shirt off of the dresser and slips that on. He then does this hip thrusting crab like walk over to the bed to the beat of the song. (Night Club’s Control). He sits down on the edge of the bed and picks up a pair of socks that he left out from before. He takes one of them and slips them on his feet.
“Oh dear..” Bester says as he spotted something on the floor.
That something would be a used condom. As he stares at it on the floor, he slips his other sock on and he can’t help but smile, thinking back to last night. Bester then bends over and using the very tiniest tips of his index and thumb, picks up the condom from what he believe would the cleanest part of it and holds it up, looking at the semi dried “baby lotion” inside the condom.
“Huh. So that is what that stuff looks like.” Bester says while looking at it like a curious cat looking inside a box wondering what is in it. Then a thought popped in his head.
“Wait? Did I just kill thousands, million of my babies?” Bester says almost horrified.
Not wanting to kill his buzz, he quickly tosses the condom in the trash bin by the bed and made a promise to never think about that for as long as he lives. Bester slips his shoes on and stands up and that is when he spots the note on the other pillow. Bester picks up up and opens it.
“Bester.” The note begins. “I hate to do this, but I have to go. Always know that I love you, but this was a mistake. Forgive me. I’m sorry. Aubrey.”
Bester reads the note again. Panic sets in as he reads it again, and again. He starts to get all teary eyed.
“What? I? No?” Bester blurts out before breaking down with a river of tears streaming down his face and drops to his knees and covering his face with his hands……..
