I'm So Wearing His Shirt Tonight
Bonus Chapter to Martha

I

After the accident, well it is not like if it wasn't an unpredictable outcome because I knew something like that would eventually happen. Yes, I'm talking about ending with Antonio on top of me, but in the way I imagined it, it didn't involved a bump in my head and being hospitalized afterwards.

As we drove home that night after leaving the town's clinic I argued with Antonio all the way home on why had he told everyone that we were engaged, while I was distracted by the dancing heart shaped heart balloon that merrily floated in the back seat. The man gave it to me in the hospital, as a Saint Valentine's present. I was like, what?! Why? Never mind... His reasons were not yet valid for me. Who asked him anyway to stay overnight with me? What people in town will think?! Everyone saw me there! I can imagine the circus line forming to cast an eye over the witch as if I was some sort of freak! And to add insult to injury, not only the evil sorceress has stepped out of her coven, now she had a boyfriend, much younger than her and so hot sexy Latino that he could melt the polar ice with his smile... dimples, perfect white teeth, gorgeous lips... God! The bump in my head was making me delirious... and the balloon made me dizzy. I could do nothing but read the white big letters on it that screamed, not said 'I love you!'.

"Look, Martha, I really don't know why are you so mad at me. I did nothing wrong. You need to understand that it was the only way to get you to ER! I didn't expect that to cause such a commotion in you. Or you preferred me taking the role of your husband instead?" the man replied to my last complain with bitter sarcasm in his tone.

"Absolutely not, Mr. Grau!!" I blurted and only thinking about that pissed me off... How could he dared to suggest it!

Antonio laughed! The cynical man was enjoying it!

"Great! Now I'm Mr. Grau again. Ha! I thought we were engaged before." He teased me and I was getting out of my nerves.

"You think you are funny... well let me tell you something... YOU ARE NOT!"

"You know Martha... you are such an ungrateful lady!" he said.

I was fuming. And that's when I noticed the car stopped in front of my house. About time!

Antonio got out of the car to open the passenger's side door for me. Gosh! In that moment my brain spun one hundred and eighty degrees and my stomach twisted to the thought of him leaving me home... Me and my bipolar personality! I realized then that I would be alone again. Deep inside I didn't want that. I didn't want Antonio to leave.

The man politely opened the door and I glanced at him, making an effort of not showing any emotions on my face, red Valentines's balloon in hand. I was too proud and stubborn to let Antonio know the secrets of my heart. After all the harsh things I told him, he still cared about me. He stayed with me in the hospital and drove me home. He was right! I was such an ungrateful witch! No. I didn't want him to leave and I needed to do something to make him stay with me, at least tonight.

"Wait for me Martha. I'll open the door for you. Please do not venture to get out by yourself." He helped me out holding my hand, then he grabbed my waist to help me down with gentleness.

My hands landed on his chest, broad and fitted pectorals; my nose stroke his neck. Damned Antonio smelled so good! I suddenly wanted to be embraced by that gorgeous man holding me. I so wanted Antonio that much in that moment... I craved more of his strong arms or the smell on his skin. Desires that seemed to be lost in time appeared and made me shiver. Good Lord, Pandora's box was opening inside of me!

I held my head, and it wasn't the bump on it that made me feel weak. I swear I was about to faint in his arms.

"You have to stop being so grumpy Martha..." his perfect lips curving up, "Let's take you inside. It's getting dark and cold."

After giving a few steps I realized we were taking the wrong direction. Instead of him walking me to my house, he took me across the narrow cobblestoned path that lead to his porch. "This is not my house, Antonio." I knew the answer but I tried to sound as naïve as I could. Besides, that was the path I wished to take.

"Nice! Good to be Antonio again... Martha, let's be reasonable, I cannot leave all by yourself in your house and I won't spend the night in there either because it's not proper. You are still weak, and must rest... So you are going to stay tonight in my humble place instead." The dark haired man told me in the sweetest voice and still holding my waist he walked me in.

Shit! How could he knew! I stole someone's thunder! I must be a witch so true! That's what I wanted and that what I've got! He wasn't going to leave me... At least not for that night.

As we stepped in his house I began to feel so nervous. I was like a teenager who has escaped home to see her boyfriend. I knew that I had been there before –yes that time when Antonio's drunk student Juliette came and got all naked in his living room. How could I possibly forget! Poor Antonio threw rocks to my window and asked me to help him with his little predicament. I even prepared tea for the girl in his kitchen and then we drove her home-.

I tied the heart shaped balloon to a dinning room's chair and watched the cute thing wobbling and I read in a soft whisper the message on it. I smiled to myself when Antonio was back in the living room, a towel in hand. God, he was a good man and I was a real b*tch!

"You can shower now, hot water will help. I'll get ready the bed for you. Last bedroom to the right", he told me and closed the bathroom door behind him.

"Why? No, wait Antonio!" It was my heart whispering when he left. I so wanted him to shower with me. I should have told him! No... Antonio wasn't that kind of man. He was such a gentleman... a gentleman I realized I liked so much.

The water rained on me soothing my body, my muscles relaxed and I closed my eyes as I gently stroke myself to lather and rinse my skin. I imagined Antonio caressing me. His hands reaching to places I only wanted him to reach. I bit my lower lip as I touched myself and moaned to the thought of having that man making love to me right there in the bathtub. My nipples hardened to the most erotic scenes inside my head. That's when I heard a knock on the door. Jesus Christ, could he had heard me gasping?!

"Are you okey, Martha?" Antonio Asked

"Yes. I'm still in the shower!" I blurted warning him. Why didn't I sound more appealing. It wasn't precisely an invitation. I was so stupid.

"Yeah, well, I know. I'm sorry, it is that I realized you have nothing to wear... I brought you one of my shirts... I... I will open the door and leave it over the sink."

"Sure, come in", I replied. Of course I wanted him to come in.

The man cleared his throat, "I think it will fit you... Like a night shirt... I hope".

"Thank you", I said and there was a lapse of silence. I knew he was still there. What was he waiting? I knew he wanted the same thing I did. Should I ask him? No! Martha! What would he think of you?

"Right. You're welcome. I'll be outside of you need something." And I heard the door close.

Oh I was such an idiot! 'Antonio! I need you here!' I screamed to myself regretting my cowardice.

After taking the shower, I put on Antonio's shirt. I posed all kind of sexy movements and gestures and smiled. I was wearing the man's shirt and it fitted me so well. It impregnated a bit to my breasts, the fabric slightly wet as my hair still dripped. It was long enough to cover my pubis but short for my legs to be totally exposed right from where my thighs began. Thank God I've shaved the day before! I turned a bit to my sides, standing on my toes and I saw my low buttocks peeping round below the hem of the shirt. It felt naughty to be in his clothes... I looked so appealing in his shirt!

My hand was about to reach the doorknob but I heeded. All of the sudden I was scared to get out of that bathroom half dressed wearing only his shirt! No bra, no pants... He will be waiting for me in his bedroom, bed made. At first I hesitated, but soon I realized I couldn't stay in the bathroom all night!? So it was time to conjure up things and to come with a plan.

Finding myself in a position that I didn't know how to proceed I froze. It was so long ago since the last time I had sex. I certainly was not a thirty-five years old virgin, and despite what the whole town believed of me I wasn't either a black widow who married a thousand times. I did have some love affairs... One night stands only. Being an artist I travel a lot and I recall that stunning model in Rome, a poet in France and an actor in Spain. No love involved of course and I knew I would never see those guys again. But Antonio was my neighbor. Since he moved next to me I observed him, every morning, every afternoon standing behind the window panes. There's something in this man that attracted me. Maybe because I knew he was interested in me in some strange form I still cannot decipher and I even found it funny the way he was stalking on me, watching me over the hedge. It has been to me like a childish game and of hide-and-seek in which I always wanted to be found by him, but without letting him know.

"Okey Martha, breath... This is the moment of truth. Just let things flow naturally. If something ever happens between you and this man take it as a gambling of fate. You're a grown up woman... And you're wearing his shirt". I bit my lower lip and stared myself to the mirror for the last time before leaving the bathroom. I began my catwalk-like sauntering into his room. In a very relaxed manner, giving one step after the other as if I walked over a balance beam I made it to the bedroom.

The man's jaw dropped when he saw me standing by the bedroom's door. His eyes scanned me from head to toes giving special attention to the parts I really wanted him to stare at. It was an awkward moment and I urged to break that disturbing silence between us. "What are you doing Antonio?" I asked, like if I didn't know.

He was ecstatic looking at me. "I... I was making your bed. See, you will stay here. I will sleep in the next room. You will be a lot more comfortable in this bed than in the twin size one in the guest room."

Geez. He was such a gentleman. But, why on earth he wasn't dressed to sleep? What? I was going to bed early and what did he plan to do? 'Relax Martha, let things flow with ease', I thought to myself.

"Oh please, You don't need to do that Antonio... Look, I really want to apologize for my previous behavior. I was childish and imprudent. You only wanted to help me and I feel grateful for that. Thank you." Moving with exaggerated cadence towards him, I placed my hands on his chest.

Then I felt stupid. Was that natural? I don't know! I only wanted to touch him so bad, to be as near as I could of him.

"Are you hungry?" He blurted. "I am hungry! I will cook something for us." He said and hauled me out of his room. Evidently he didn't want to be in his bedroom with me. Arghhh!

Antonio took me to the kitchen and asked me to sit on the stool by the island while he cooked for us. I observed how skillful was the handsome man in the kitchen. He looked so funny wearing an apron. We chatted and laughed. He told me jokes and spoke to me in Spanish a few words. Oh God he sounded so sexy in Spanish!

"Mmmm...That smells good! I'd never imagine you could cook. I can't wait to see how it tastes." My mouth watered to the smell of the fettuccine pasta with shrimps and butter-garlic sauce.

"Sorry, not wine tonight for you Martha. You need to take your medicines", Antonio said right after serving both plates and sitting next to me.

When we were done with dinner I helped Antonio with the dishes and then we sat on the sofa to watch old movies. I felt tired. It had been a long day for me... For us. I gave up. That was the way things flowed between us. I guessed the man wasn't interested in me the way I thought, so I rested my head on his shoulder and fell asleep.

I didn't know how long I slept, but I woke up laying on Antonio's bed. I guess he carried me on arms to his bedroom while I still was sleeping.

The man was about to leave the dormitory but I stopped him, "Please, do not leave. Stay with me... Antonio..." the words just came out of my mouth without even thinking what they meant.

Antonio placed his hand on my forehead. "What are you doing?" I asked him, removing his hand from my face.

"Nothing. Checking your temperature", he replied in the most natural tone.

What?! The man thought I was feverish and hallucinating. "Why? I'm fine Antonio." I protested, sitting up straight by the edge of the mattress.

All puzzled he looked at me. "But... you just..."

"I just what... asked you to stay? Yes... And? I don't have to be crazy to ask you that and it has nothing to do with the bump on my head either so don't you dare to mention that. I only want you to stay with me." I said and I smiled timidly, biting my lower lip feeling all nervous.

"In what language do I have to tell you to stop doing that!" grabbing my arms he pulled me up with unexpected zeal.

We were standing face by face, only one inch separated us. Our bodies were slightly making contact. My heart hammered inside my chest rampantly and I felt how he was having an erection, his member hardened touching below my waist.

"Do what!" I asked him grinning up mischievously.

"That thing with your lips..."

"What... this?" I bit my lip deliberately.

Antonio couldn't hold himself any longer and kissed me. His lips pressed mine with ardent passion, then he put his arms around my waist and pulled me towards his body. My breasts crushed against his chest as we embraced and moaned burning in desire.

We were kissing with passion when he released me, giving a few steps back, his face repentant, ashamed. It was an impulse, Antonio didn't want to kiss me. I felt embarrassed when he lowered his gaze avoiding looking at me straight.

"I'm sorry, Martha. I don't want to put you in this situation. I am a gentleman and you are a lady. I owe you respect. This behavior would not repeat again... I beg your pardon." He finally said.

"You don't find me attractive?" I took a step forward defiantly, feeling some how offended.

"Yes! No, I mean, yes... look Martha, you are the most beautiful and interesting woman that I've met, but this is not why I asked you to spend the night in my house. I wanted you to stay here to make sure nothing bad was going to happen to you."

"So, you care for me?" giving another step towards him I inquired.

"It might sound strange, but yes. I do care for you... I feel guilty for that bump in your head."

"No, wait, you've got to be kidding me. You pity me? If that's so, I don't need any pity..." My face reddened. I turned away, urging to leave.

Antonio stopped me. "No, please, wait! I don't pity you! I told you that..." he was trying to explain when I felt my head sore again. He noticed and reacted. With gentleness he helped me to sit on the bed. Sitting next to me he continued talking. "... Martha... you are a gorgeous and so wonderful woman... but this conversation will have to wait until you feel better. No exasperation needed, okey? I will bring you the pills the doctor ordered, and you like a good girl, will take them and rest... For the whole night. Understood, young lady?" A tender smile glowed fatherly.

"Yes, Mr. Grau." He was right, so I said to then cuddle in his bed.

Antonio brought me the medicines and I obediently took them. Placing the glass of water on the bedside table he said good night to me.

"Please, I want you to stay... in this room... in this bed, with me." I told him because that's what I wanted.

"Martha I don't think it is a good idea."

"I promise I would behave... I won't bite my lip anymore... please."

"Are you sure? Do you mean sleeping next to you in my bed?"

"Yes", I nodded pleading a childish face.

"Okey you win this time. I will sleep with you tonight... Sorry, I mean, I will stay with you in the same bed, but like roommates, it's that okey?" He said and leaned on bed by me. I rolled close to his body, placing my head on his chest and closed my eyes. Twitching my mouth I repeated to myself that I had to behave or I'll screw things up. Jesus! There I was thinking like a man!

II

It was about midnight when I felt Antonio kissing my forehead. I knew he hadn't been able to sleep because he tossed and turned the same way I did. Having that man so close to me, his smell, the warmth emanating from his body was delightfully unbearable. I turned on my side, my back to him. He neared, embracing me. Again I felt he was having an erection, this time pressing on my right buttock. He hugged me and kissed my earlobe. Goosebumps raised all over me body and I felt tickles on my skin. My intimate parts wetted moistening my inner thighs and the pleasurable soreness confirmed me how much I craved him to take me in that moment.

Antonio placed his hands on my waist and whispered to my ear, "Martha, are you awake?"

I didn't move, only replied, "Yes".

"I... Can I touch you?" He asked. I sensed the yearning in his voice, the same yearning I felt.

"Yes." Yes! I so wanted him to touch me. He trailed the curves of my waistline down to my hips and legs with his fingers, while kissing my shoulders. Then he lifted my shirt to squeeze his hand underneath and traced my belly up to my breasts. His fingertips caressing them forming swirls and circular patterns until he stroke my nipples. I was about to explode, so I turned around to face him, and looking him straight in the dimness of the night I asked him, "What else do you want, Antonio?"

"To make love to you Martha... But only if you want."

"Yes, I want."

Antonio didn't hesitate. He undressed me with exceeding care and placed me on my back. He climbed on top of me and kissed me. First tenderly, then passionately. He stroke and kissed my face, my collarbone, my shoulders and arms and everything he could reach. Like a virgin he opened my legs apart gently and slowly got inside of me. Antonio made me his with so much passion that I swear I could touch the sky with every back and forth of his hips, with each thrust. The room filled with the smell of desire and the glorious sound of our moans and gasps.

We made love all night, until our bodies felt subdued to fatigue. When we were done, I placed my head one more time on his chest and closed my eyes when I heard him whisper, "I love you Martha", and then I fell asleep.