The Naked Truth

Janine awoke suddenly from a fitful sleep. She still hadn’t gotten used to sleeping on the couch. She’d have to get the guys to spring for a pullout couch. Maybe evn exn extra bed could be put into one of the storage spaces to make a guest room.

She got up to stretch her legs. She struck a match and lit the scented candle she’d brought from her apartment, placing it back on the coffee table. It helped her to sleep. The aroma reminded her of home.

The fire made her realize how dry her throat was, though. It was frightfully hot in the firehouse in the summer, even at night. She decided to get a drink of water to moisten her parched palate. She picked up the candle again, using it to light her way to the kitchen.

As she poured herself some ice water from the fridge, she thought to herself how strange the firehouse seemed at night. It was such a bustle of activity during the day. The idea of it being so quiet was unthinkable. The only sound she could hear was the faint sound of snoring coming from the bunkroom on the floor above her. She smiled. Such a loud, annoying sound to be so comforting.

Janine drank three full glasses of water before her thirst was sated. Unfortunately, she didn’t afford her bladder a second thought while she was tending to her throat. Candle in hand, she quickly headed to the bathroom on her floor. The door was slightly ajar and she pushed it open and raced inside.

Just as quickly she raced back out.

“Janine!”

“Oh my God!” she whispered contritely. “I’m so sorry Winston!”

A shirtless Winston Zeddemore was standing in the dark in front of the toilet, his arm braced on the wall in front of him. His other hand was trying to point his semi-erect penis at the water, but the nocturnal wood and his state of semi-consciousness was making it difficult for him to aim. He was just about to relieve himself when Janine had rushed into the bathroom, catching him with his pants down, literally.

He was awake now, no doubt about it.

All thoughts of her own urgency forgotten at once, Janine ran from the bathroom and back to the couch where she put the candle on the coffee table and flung herself down, pulling the blanket up over her head. Two minutes later, Winston came into the rec room where she was laying . . . well, hiding . . . under the covers.

“Janine?”

“Yeah, Winston?” she replied from beneath the blanket.

“Um, I’m sorry. We usually use the bathroom down here in the middle of the night so we don’t wake each other with the toilet flushing. I wasn’t totally awake when I got up to pee, and I forgot you were down here. I should have used the one upstairs.”

“It’s okay, Winston. I should have made sure no one was in there. I just assumed that since the door was half open and the light was off . . .”

“I couldn’t deal with the brightness this late. I must not have closed the door all the way. Sorry ‘bout that.”

“No, I’m sorry. I never meant to invade your privacy.” She paused for a moment, unsure of whether to delve further into what had just happened. “Winston, I wish I could say I didn’t see anything, but I guess you know that’s not true.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Can we just forgett tht this ever happened?”

“Probably not.”

“Then can we just never mention it again?”

“That we can do.”

“Good.”

“Okay.”

“Good-night, Winston.”

“Sleep tight, Janine.”

With that, he left her to return upstairs to the bunkroom. When the coast was clear, Janine came out from under the blanket, and crept to the bathroom for her own nature call. She then returned to the couch, made herself as comfortable as possible, and went to sleep, dreaming of being pleasured by beautiful chocolate skinned Zulus, each with a 10-inch . . .