Nintendo and a Sleepover

We got out of the pool and awkwardly toweled off before sitting out by the pool.  He didn't speak much, and I thought his silence was a hint for me to go home.  However, after a few minutes, he jumped up and said, “Hey...I have a Super Nintendo, do you wanna play some games with me?”
My eyes widened.  I'd had a Super Nintendo as a kid, but it had been sold when I was in college, and I'd not played a game in a long time.  I felt a pang of nostalgia just thinking about it.
“Yes! Wow, I haven't played a Super Nintendo game in years!” I exclaimed.
“Ohh, I'm so gonna beat you! C'mon!” he chirped, running for the back door of his house.  I grabbed my towel and ran after him.  He unlocked the door, nearly dancing in place.
“Whew! I gotta pee! Ya ever notice how swimming always makes you have to pee?” Charlie remarked as he got the door open.  
“Yeah, I have to go too.” I said as we stepped inside.  He showed me to one of his three bathrooms and ran to the other one.  The one he directed me to was rather large, with a huge clawed bath tub.  I began to wonder if we'd take baths together in the future, and the thought made me blush as I used the toilet.  
I met him again in the living room, which was also spacious with cream colored carpet.  There was a tan couch in front of an enormous flat screen TV.  Charlie had already gotten the game system out and was hooking things up to the TV and VCR.  He grinned when he saw me coming.
“I have an X Box too, but I was feeling nostalgic and wanted to play Super Nintendo.” he explained.  
“Aren't we a little wet?” I asked, amused.  I didn't want to sit on anything.  
He looked up, shocked to realize I was right.
“Wow, yeah, you're right...umm, you didn't bring any underwear, did you?” he asked.  
I shook my head, “No.”
“Hmm.” he thought for a second or two before gasping, “Hey! Hey, I've got some of my mom's old clothes, she was a big lady too, c'mon, let's see if you can wear any of 'em.” he grabbed my hand and pulled me back into a bed room.  
Charlie's mother had actually been bigger than me, so the dress he let me put on hung off one shoulder. He hadn't kept any of her bras, so I felt really awkward with my breasts loose as they were, but he assured me I looked ok.  Under the dress I wore a pair of his father's old (clean) boxer shorts.  He put my bathing suit and the clothes I was wearing over it in the washing machine, since they were dirty too, having been accidentally knocked in a puddle of mud during our horse play.
I played Super Mario Bros and Super Mario World with Charlie for about four hours until we noticed it was getting dark outside.  Charlie suggested we order a pizza for dinner, so we did.  Upon our first few meetings, I'd been hesitant to let him see me eat, but by now we were so comfortable eating together that we took turns showing each other our chewed up food like children and having burping contests.  We split a large supreme pizza and a two liter of root beer.  Then we snuggled on the couch and watched a couple cheesy 80's horror movies until it was two in the morning.  I was feeling really sleepy and wasn't sure if I could make it home.
I yawned, “At this rate I'll never get home.”
Charlie turned to me, “Why do you wanna go home?”
“I don't wanna outstay my welcome.” I said, which was true.  I wasn't sure how long was too long, though Charlie really seemed to enjoy my company.  
Charlie made a pfft noise, “Hell, Wendi, I'd let you live here rent free if you wanted to...please spend the night with me? We don't have to have sex, we could just snuggle all night...please?” he pleaded, giving me a puppy dog look, complete with pout.  
I could never say no to Charlie Baker, and sometimes I thought he knew it.  That look sealed the deal, and I said, “Oh, all right!”
Charlie grinned like a Cheshire cat, “Yes!”

My lack of job meant that I wouldn't be able to pay my rent, so I ended up moving in with Charlie, much to his delight.  He hired a moving truck to get all my stuff over to his place in one day, and he gave me my own room.  I had a sneaking suspicion, however, that I'd be spending more nights in his room than in mine...or vice versa.  I didn't mind.  We were a couple now, and he was cuddly.
My first night there we watched a particularly gruesome horror movie, one that had Charlie practically hiding behind the couch.   The funny thing was, Charlie was the one who chose the movie; he'd evidently not anticipated it scaring him so badly.  It didn't scare me that badly, but there were quite a few jump scares, and some gore I couldn't look at because of grossness.  When the movie was over, the screen went black and Charlie begged me to turn the light back on.  I did so, peering behind the couch.  He was hunched over, peering up at me.  
“Can I sleep with you tonight?” he whispered, as if we weren't the only two people in the house.  
I smiled at him, “Of course! I'll protect you from the big bad nothing.”
“That's not funny, I'm legitimately scared here!” he protested, narrowing his eyes somewhat.  
I got up from the couch, ran around behind it, and crouched down beside him.  He followed me with his eyes, and when I bent down, he scooted a bit closer, the same look on his face.
“Please don't laugh at me, that movie really scared me.” he whispered, a hint of intensity in his eyes.  
I couldn't help but pull him into a hug, “Aw, I'm not laughing maliciously, Charlie...you're just so cute!”
He put an arm around me, but retorted, “Oh sure, I'm all scared and you think it's cute.”  
“Everything you do is cute,” I murmured into his hair, giving him a squeeze and a kiss on his jawline.  
He sighed, “yeah, but are you taking me seriously?”
I squeezed him again, “Sure am...and looking forward to cuddling you all night.”
That brought his other arm around me and he hugged me tightly, “Yeah, me too.” he said and I could hear the smile back in his voice.  
I gave him a huge squeeze, then pulled back and looked into his face.  He was indeed smiling.  Brushing his hair from his face, I gave him a kiss, which he happily returned.  Then I nuzzled his nose and asked, “Ok, what do you wanna do now?”
He thought for a moment, then said, “I wanna watch a cartoon to get my mind off the scary movie...then I wanna cuddle with you all night.” he grinned.  
“I like this idea...this is a good idea.” I told him, beaming.  
We searched both our movie collections (which were extensive and contained a lot of doubles), and decided to watch The Land Before Time.  Holding hands, we cried together during the sad parts and snuggled during the happy parts.  By the time it was over we were both ready to go to bed.  Charlie  raced up the stairs and turned on all the lights, insisting it was for my safety and his.  It touched me that he hadn't made me do it, seeing as how frightened he was after the horror movie.  Apparently the baby dinosaurs made him feel brave.  
As soon as we got to the top of the stairs, Charlie took my hand and pulled me to his bedroom.  I hadn't even unpacked mine yet, but I didn't mind this.  I liked putting my room together in a new place, but my first night with Charlie I was too tired.  We collapsed into his big bed, but did not immediately go to sleep.  This was because, in addition to being nervous, Charlie was also very talkative before going to sleep.  
“Hey, Wendi,” he whispered five minutes after we went to bed.  
“Yeah?”
“You bout asleep?” he asked.  
“No,” I giggled.  
There was a pause, and Charlie said, “Wendi, why're you always laughing at me?”
My heart constricted; he sounded hurt.  I fumbled around for a light switch and found the chain on the bedside lamp.  Pulling it, the lamp came on and I saw that his brow was furrowed in confusion and his eyes were gleaming with emotion.  
Gently cupping his face with my hands, I asked, “Charlie, do you know why I giggle a lot when I'm with you?”
He shook his head, mouthing “no.”
I kissed his forehead, “Because you make me feel happy.  You're just so...alive, so sweet, so generous, so...so full of light.  You really do light up my life, Charlie.  You make me happy all the time. I'm not laughing at you, at least not maliciously...you just tickle me because you're so darn cute.”
Charlie stared at me, open-mouthed, for a few seconds before his face lit up with a wide grin.  
“Wow, Wendi...that's gotta be the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me before!” he exclaimed, pulling me into a hug.  I hugged him tightly, nuzzling his hair.  
We cuddled for a while with the light on, and I was just about to suggest we turn it off again when I heard Charlie's breathing hitch slightly.  His head was on my shoulder, his mouth against my arm and I could feel his breath.  He inched his body closer to mine, and I heard him gasp softly.
“You okay?” I asked him.  
“Hm? Oh yeah, I'm okay...well, no, not really.  I uh...have to pee.” he admitted, his voice sounding a bit sheepish.  His breath hitched as he shifted, “Really bad.” he added with a wince.  
“Oh...well, I'll wait for you if you need to get up.” I offered.
“But...I'm still kinda scared from the movie, can you...can you maybe come with me?” he requested.  
I smiled, “Okay,” I said.  We both got up and tiptoed to the bathroom like children.  
He wanted me to stand in the bathroom with him, so I did so, keeping my back turned while he did his business.  After he was done, I went, and then we both washed our hands and went back to bed, snuggling up under the covers again.  
“You can turn the light back out, Wendi...I'm okay with you here.” he smiled at me, kissing my cheek.  
I reached up and turned the light out, “Okay.” I smiled, kissing him back.