Forbidden Lust

Chapter 1

Frisk

I lay on the old olive green couch my body trembling with my shoulder length brown hair plastered to my face with a slick dew of sweat on my skin. My arm aching and my womanhood twitching in the aftershocks of my hard-won release. I lay there struggling to slow my heartbeat and even out my ragged breathing as I clutch desperately at my mouth to stifle any noise that might come from my mouth.

I didn't want to wake anyone up, if someone w3oke up they would see my shame. They would find me here laying on the couch with my legs spread wide my fingers sticky with the evidence of my release still slipped inside of my black cotton panties. My mind thinking about the one person that I could never have, the one person that would never see me as more than a kid. My best friend in all the world Sans.

I take one final shuddering breath and slip my hand from my panties and roll to my side as I burry my face into the pillow that Sans had left for me to use for this little sleepover. This is what had led to me taking matters into my own hands so to speak. I could smell him all over the pillow, his unique send a sweet spicy mix that was one hundred percent him. it was this mix of the ketchup that he always drank and the earthier tones of his magic with a special spice that was just him.

I Shuddered as I squeezed my eyes tighter feeling my own lust bubbling up to the surface once more. My body jerked when I heard the unmistakable click of the door upstairs followed by the shuffle of slippers on the threadbare carpet on the landing upstairs. Had he heard me? Did he know what I had been doing down here on the couch? If he did know did, he have a clue that it had been his scent that had driven me to it? Could he possibly know how I felt about him? how much I love him and want him?