Despite growing up together, Catherine Simmons and Mattis Reed were never close.
Cat was inseparable from Mattis' younger sister, Chloé, while he was busy running around on the football field.
But when Cat's new dream drags her across the country du...
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I stir.
My mind is groggy as I wake from the deepest sleep I've had in a while. Everything feels slow and heavy, and there's a scent in the air. A flowery one filling my nostrils. It smells amazing.
From one second to the other, my mind is clear as I realize that the scent is coming from the girl lying in my arms.
I've gone to sleep once before holding Cat in an embrace, but this is the first time I have had the pleasure of waking up to her. It immediately becomes my new favorite way to wake up.
Her back is flush with my chest, head resting on my arm, and with the other, I'm holding her to me with a hand firmly planted on her stomach, under the jersey she borrowed last night.
As I lie here, relishing in her feel, I replay yesterday's events. How Cat showed up here wanting to talk, how I lost it, but she still stayed, how I confessed my love, and she confessed hers right back.
I've never said I love you to a girl before. I hadn't even decided to tell her; the words just flew from my mouth in the heat of the moment. I meant them, though. More than I've ever meant anything.
It's a little frightening. After she said it back, words stopped feeling important, but now I don't know what happens. Where do we go from here?
I'm in new territory, and I only hope Cat will help me find the way.
I run my fingers up and down her abdomens as I think, caressing her soft, golden skin. A weekend in California has renewed her tan, and I love this look on her. It reminds me of home.
Even though there's nothing inherently sexual about this innocent touch, I'm acutely aware of how close my fingers get to her tits, and just the idea of them is turning me on.
We didn't do anything last night. Even though her sitting on my lap and agreeing to be with me was sending my hormones sky-high, I didn't make a move. It almost felt like our having sex would have somehow tainted the emotional significance of the evening.
Damn, I sound whipped.
Those moral qualms are long gone now, and my erection is poking her ass. Her round, firm, little ass. The jersey has risen, so nothing but our underwear separates us. The sensation is out of this world.
I take a deep breath, calming my horny body. There will be no funny business until Cat has woken up and explicitly consented.
I don't know if it's my growing hard-on that wakes her, but Cat stars making small, sleepy movements, and the friction that causes down below is overwhelming.
"Hey," she says in her smooth, sweet voice. I love it when she greets me like this. I have wanted her since the first time I heard that word leave her perfect lips months ago. It took a while, but now she's mine, and I'm not letting her go.
"Kitty," I whisper, kissing her neck slowly, sucking lightly on the delicate skin, hoping to leave a mark. I want everyone to know that she's mine.
She hums appreciatively, tilting her head to give me more access. Then she presses herself closer, her ass enveloping my hard cock. She feels so fucking good.
