What Happens at Eleven O’clock at night

By Bryan Guanajuato


“Oh my goodness, that was amazing.” Keith was sitting up against the bottom of the couch panting. He was sweating all over and tired. He looked over at Brittany; she was just as tired as he was. She didn’t have enough energy to stand up so she just reached up, grabbed one of the couch pillows and laid her head on it. She was breathing hard, but she managed to glance over at him and smile. It was barely eleven at night, and they couldn’t go on any longer. James scooted closer to Brittany, “No one has ever made me this tired after only an hour,” he held her hand in his, “you are really something special.” Brittany’s smile got even bigger as she laid her head on Keith’s chest and listened to his heart beat. She sat up and her eyes met his. He smiled and let out a sigh. “What was that for? Something not right?” Keith let out a small laugh and squeezed her hand gently, “Can’t you tell that was a sigh of relief?” “Relief? What were you relived about?” Brittany looked concerned, why would he be relieved, or should he be? “I feel relieved that I didn’t kill you so we can do it again.” He looked down at her and smiled. She now had her head in his lap. “Again? But I’m still worn out from the last time. Haven’t you had enough fun tonight?” But as she looked into Keith’s baby blue, puppy dog eyes, she just had to give in. What girl wouldn’t with a face like his? “Just one more time pleeeaaassee?” He stood up and turned and looked at her, making that sad puppy dog face, with his puppy dog eyes. Brittany couldn’t say no to him. She reached out her hand and he took hold of it. She was standing next to him and looked up at his eyes. He smiled and so did she. “Are you ready to do this again then?” He met her gaze and his smile faded away. She got that evil flirty grin on her face and took a step back, “But this time, I serve first.” She picked up her ping pong paddle and went to her side of the table. And round three was under way.