Nathan Kingston has been forgotten by the world. A dad that fucked off when he was young and a mother gone days at a time with work he feels alone. Especially since he goes to the most elite private school in the city on scholarship. He's falling do...
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Nathan Kingston
I wake up to the sunlight filtering in through sunshades and a head of dark hair digging itself into my chest. Ivy's curled around me like a koala with one of her legs thrown over mine, her arms wrapped around my neck, and her head laying on top of my chest. Her warmth lights my body on fire and I don't think she even notices as she's still sleeping peacefully against me.
Before I can even try to get out from under her and deal with my situation downstairs she groans and pushes herself closer to me, her stomach brushing against my morning wood. She freezes when she feels it, eyes popping wide open when she lifts her head to meet mine.
Before she can even really see my bashful smile she jumps away from me and shrieks, almost falling off the edge of the bed. It takes her another few seconds to remember that I'm staying at her house because of a massive snowstorm that's ravaging New York City and she brushes her hair back from her face giving me one of her own bashful smiles.
"Sorry." We both say at the same time.
"Sorry," she repeats, "I should've warned you, I've been known to be a cuddle monster, just ask my sisters or Dylan."
"It's ok, I'm sorry you had to wake up to..." I hesitate, trying to find an appropriate word to describe my dick, "that."
Great description, Nathan.
"It's ok I was just a little..." She hesitates too, dropping her eyes down for a brief moment before meeting mine again, "shocked. It's not something you wake up to every day." She adds in a joking tone at the end.
Feeling my cheeks heat with embarrassment I try to covertly get up from her bed, covering my junk with one of the many decorative pillows on her bed and pointing to the bathroom, "I'm just gonna go in there and... yeah."
I hear a giggle come from her as the door clicks closed behind me and I can finally drop the pillow from in front to my crotch. Bracing my hands on the bathroom counter I let out a deep breath, looking at myself in the mirror. I start to run the shower, depositing the clothes I wore to bed into the hamper resting in the corner before I step under the hot stream. I take care of myself as quietly as possible, swallowing my groans while I get myself off and then clean myself up afterward.
Finally turning off the shower after what felt like way too short in the Matthews's incredible rainfall shower, I step out and wrap my lower half in a towel, noticing a fresh pile of clothes resting on the bathroom counter. Once I get myself dressed and unlock the door I can see Ivy just barely where she's hiding in her closet.
"Is someone in here?" She questions in what seems like a state of panic.
"I'm here," I respond with urgency, "are you hurt?"
She takes a step in my direction out of the closet and shows me her predicament, "no, I'm stuck."
Her hands are raised high above her head, caught in the armholes of what looks like a tiny T-shirt. But I would be lying if that's the only thing I noticed. Her chest is almost bare, her breasts barely being covered by a thin gray bralette with small pointed nipples poking through the material, miles, and miles of pale skin on display while she struggles with her top.
