ᴍʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ✩ ᴛᴢ11

FIVE

penelope

if the bed is so big why do i wake up spooning trevor and once again feel his dick poking my lower back. i'm unfortunately very awake now and too aware of my surroundings. i push trevor once i move myself away from him. he's absolutely dead to the world. he groans a few times when i try to push him again.

"trevor wake up!" i push one last time and he ends up on the floor with a loud thud.

i gasp because i truly didn't mean to do that but i giggle because i did it and it was comical.

"are you okay?" i ask peering over the side of the bed at trevor.

he glares at me. "like you would care."

he starts sitting up and i'm nearly face to face with his whole manhood. his thin shorts are not doing him any sort of favor by concealing anything.

"yeah thanks by the way for waking me up with that." i point to his bulge. my cheeks heating slightly.

"oh come on p. don't be such a prude." he smirks heading to the bathroom and turning the shower on. i groan.

"trevor it was poking me in the back!"

i see him throw his shorts out of the bathroom and knowing he's naked when he's 10 feet from me make me more hot and bothered than i'd like to admit. maybe i'm sex deprived.

"no worries! i'll take care of it!" trevor yells from the bathroom his voice muffled by the water and the door being closed.

i screech. "gross!"

i don't think he heard me because he would have definitely made some snide remark about how masturbation is a "liberating experience." he probably would have called me a prude for the second time this morning.

after twenty minutes of trevor hogging the shower, i'm about to lose my patience. long showers are for girls only.

"hurry up!" i bang on the door.

"stop penelope! i'm getting to the good part of wildest dreams!"

i fist my hands into my hair and tug on the roots. "god damn it trevor!" i slam my palm against the door a few times. "hurry-" the door swings open. steam erupts from the bathroom. trevor stands in front of me with just a towel around his waist. my palm is about three centimeters from his toned pec.

"give it a squeeze you know you want to." his lips curl into a grin.

my hand drops to my side in somewhat of a defeated manner. "get out of my way bathroom bitch." i say carrying my change of clothes into the bathroom.

"whatever potty princess."

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i decide today is going to be my day of reading on the beach. my favorite past time. a steamy romance novel about football players, the sun beating down on me, and free drinks. there's very few things that could beat this for me.

i rub my fruity scented tanning oil over my skin and apply sunscreen to my face. sunglasses are on, phones on do not disturb, and a six foot four inch buff quarterback is waiting for me to read all about him and his friend with benefit.

i read for about an hour and i really hope no one is secretly looking over my shoulder and sees the absolute filth i'm reading. the chapter i just read has me clenching my thighs together to relieve the pressure between my legs. i'm really starting to find myself pathetic with this whole "i'm sex deprived." but i seriously consider sneaking back to the villa and spending some much needed quality time with the pink vibe celeste gifted all her bridesmaids. what a friend.