SHORT STORIES

something stupid

The sun crept in, beaming on my eyes. I squinted, opening them up trying to be aware of my surroundings.

My room is such a mess. My books and papers are still open from last night when I was studying, my laptop charger scrunched up on the floor near all the other cables. My carpet is scattered with clothes - probably his and mine - and some of my small pillows have fallen. I turn slowly to the edge of the bed, knowing that any sudden or loud movements will cause him to wake up. I gently pick up what I think is his dress shirt or whatever is on the floor, and put it on. I stand up and look at him.

The bright sun that was just sneaking in my eyes, laid on his back. His muscles looked prominent, flexed and toned. His lower half was dangerously covered by the duvet. Subconsciously, I lean forward, returning to the bed - slightly mesmerized by the beauty of this man's body, reaching to touch. This action made him squirm slightly, hinting that I woke him up. My trance broke once he turned to face me.

I looked at him blankly in the eyes, my hand froze in the air. He looked at me with furrowed eyebrows.

"What are you doing?" His voice was groggy and rough laced with sleep.

No words formed and I think I shrugged. But he didn't notice because his eyes were trailing down to my body.

Okay, perv much?

"You look nice," he mutters under his breath.

I looked down to see what exactly I was wearing and an instant blush bloomed on either side of my cheeks. I was wearing his dress shirt, but a few top buttons were gone and the only two buttons had barely covered my chest, which were these small, round breasts that I have only started growing fond of. Then a rush of insecurity and embarrassment crept in and I pulled back when his hands made contact with my waist. I covered the shirt a little more, over my chest. What is there to cover anyway...

"Hey...c'mere," he says, his hand reaching for me, who was already off the bed, standing away from this beautiful specimen. Despite my hesitant actions, my body was longing for him. I took his hand and snuggled closer to him. I felt his hand creep around my waist to pull me towards him - and like a magnet, we attracted instantly to each other. I smiled a wide smile at him to hide my embarrassment. How did we even do stuff? I'm like crazy embarrassed right n--

"Hey? You okay?" I looked straight into his eyes, only finding out now how beautiful they were. It was a swirl of bright green with tiny specks of brown but they were so incredibly mesmerizing it was hard not to just look at them forever. But now I'm staring. This is so rude, but I can't help it. He has such a gorgeous complexion. He has these tiny freckles that pop up, very faint unless you're up close like I am and his lips are so pretty and pink. They look so soft and smooth. He's probably a good kisser.

"Haha, you are too," he chuckles.

"W-What?" I stutter. Did he hear me?

"You're also a good kisser. Possibly, better than me," he whispers, his gaze averting to my lips, I'd let him but I just woke up and my breath is shit in the mornings. I tilted my neck slightly upwards, my hand snaking behind his neck so that he could lean into my neck instead.

His hair smells like peppermint shampoo.

His lips were roaming, pecking soft kisses around my neck, collarbone, itching lower and lower, and I let him because it felt nice. I sighed with content, placing my hands on his shoulder, my head atop of his. I felt his hot, open-mouthed kisses trailing on my chest, a soft moan escaping my lips. Wow, this is so, so, good.

His motions became slightly rougher, and he started to suck on my soft skin.

"Oh my god," I groaned, my head was thrown back, my back arched back slightly and to get a slight bit more contact - I wrapped my leg over his. "More, more..." I whisper in his ear, biting the lobe to hint at what I want.

He groans softly against my skin, his head moving upwards towards my lips. They latch on my own, kissing so fluently and perfectly, my head is reeling. My arms around his neck, as he manoeuvres his body over my own, the duvet recklessly covering his lower body. The kiss falls deeper and I wrap my limbs carelessly around his own. His hands are all over; touching my ass and gently squeezing it and I groan lightly against his hair, as I feel his lips on my breasts. He's sucking slightly on my nipple which elicits a weird whimpering noise from my mouth. My hands continue to move up and down his back, slowly travel lower and lower, almost moving the duvet back on the bed.

A deep chuckle escapes from his mouth, the vibrations tingling against my skin - a slight shiver trailing down my back. He let this happen and I brought him back to face me again. I watched his movements as I pulled him into a slow kiss, when he pulled back I gasped slightly. His beauty is so distracting, it's like I'm put in a trance - mesmerized by how gorgeous this man looked.

"You're a lot less chatty compared to last night, you know," he smiles. I feel that blush creep back up again. Gosh, what the fuck is wrong with me today?

BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ.

My head whips to the sound, breaking my trance. "That's mine," I whisper. I then slowly pushed him off of me, my heart racing. You're at home, there's no way she can get mad at you for this.

I sit on the edge of the bed, buttoning the few buttons left on the shirt. I feel his hands on my shoulders, then progressively around my waist, his legs follow and hug my waist. His lips are peppering small and tiny kisses on my back - my heart flutters. I sit a little backup, pick up my phone and say, "Hello?"

A small cough then a, "I'm in the front, open the door, it's fucking hot out here."

Oh fuck.