silk chiffon

chapter 4

*lets fucking go y'all omg we r back. don't fucking hit me but paul is obvi phoebes bf and mariah is juliens gf and beans her dog*

as you're walking back from the porch and through the kitchen you see phoebe sitting on the couch watching late night shopping TV.

"oh hey" phoebe almost whispers as she motions to the spot next to her on the couch.

"what you watching?" you sit down and pretend like you weren't spying on her just before.

phoebe raises the remote in her hand and flicks through the channels until she lands on some cable porn.

"ha! i bet julien has never even turned this on and mariah pays for it" phoebe scoffs, not changing the channel.

"where is mariah?" you ask her remembering two of the three are in relationships.

"um i think she was off with family" phoebe doesn't really seem to care.

the TV is so quiet you can barley hear it and the scene playing is the opening in a shitty midwestern kitchen with a 'father' and his 'babysitter'.

phoebe lays down and puts her head in your lap and looks up at you, "you're pretty hot" she says, matter of fact.

you're stunned so all you can mutter is "thanks" as you blush. finally you ask "can i touch you?"

phoebe looks shocked but agrees and you reach out and move the hair from her face.

"oh," she says rolling her eyes, "here i thought you were down to finger me right now"

you look up as you hear the floorboards creek in the other room. julien looks over at you and phoebe from the bottom of the stairs in running gear. she waves and leaves through the front door with beans making sure to lock it on the way out.

phoebe sits up and faces you cross legged. "wanna make out" she smiles

"what about paul?" you ask worried that something might have happened between the two

"oh that's nothing" she waves it away, "he understands me and agrees as long as there's no real emotions i need to hook up with some, people like me" she looks at you're chest "sometimes".

you're unsure but can already feel your heart beating out of your chest. you look over to the tv and see a close up of the man's hand pushing on the young girls head. "it would be my pleasure" you are surprised at your charisma but mostly just want a distraction from the screen.

phoebe nods in agreement and sits against the arm rest of the couch. you get closer until your legs are touching.

looking into her eyes you see that she really wants this and so you're not scared anymore. putting your hand on her thigh and the other on her neck you lean in. you can feel her breath and she "please kiss me" which surprises you. but happily you do. and it's perfect.

phoebe reaches out to your arm on her neck and her other hand to the back of your head pulling you closer. struggling to breath you feel her tongue inside you and you embrace it, drawing her spit into your mouth.

you pull back and help her get situated in a much more comfortable laid down position removing pillows from besides you and placing them under her head. the whole time phoebe is watching you, intently.

before you can settle yourself she tugs on the hem of your shirt and you help her take it off. you find a spot with one leg inside hers and the other to her left.

with your elbows against the pillows on either said of her hair she reaches up and softly grasps your chest slightly moaning as you lower your hips onto hers.

phoebe reaches for your right hand and brings it under her shirt,  sitting slightly up letting you undo her bra. taking over her shirt as well you throw it over your shoulder as she laughs and hold out an arm to reach around your back and pull your bodies closer.

moving lower on her you kiss her neck, from ear to ear making sure to leave warm breath and plenty of tongue.

one hand on her chest and the other making it's way past her waist her head raises so you can kiss her again.

after you've done enough to make her naked down to her knees she pulls you up and flips you over. she does everything you did to her back to a tee, except she does it better.

heavy breathing and with dry throats you lay together on the couch hands wandering over torsos enjoying each other's company.