𝗚𝗟𝗨𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗚 ᵉˡˡᶤᵉ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

⌠13⌡

august 13th

ellie has to wet her face as if she could get her thoughts in order. her hands are almost trembling as she wipes away the drops. her heart is racing. pretty girls tend to make her feel like this. but not like you do. ellie feels totally different when it comes to you. her heart is racing everytime you talk to her or when you just meet her eyes. but it is not only that. there is more. there is that feeling, like her stomach is writhing. there is the feeling of her vision getting blurry all of the sudden, when she can't see the rest of the world but you.

it gets worse when her eyes land on your bra that you left in the bathroom next to the sink. pink, again, as if you were reading her mind and knew that she loves when you wear something pink, because the color suits you so well. but she can't help but think that she hasn't had the chance to see you wearing that pink bra. when did you wear it? was it the night at the amusement park, meaning you were wearing it when she handed you her hoodie? or was it yesterday when she heard you touching yourself in the bathroom?

her wet fingers play with your bra strap. she quickly slips on her t-shirt and shorts before giving in to her desires and doing more than just touching your bra. as she leaves the bathroom, water drops run down her face and soak her shoulders. she stands right in front of the bedroom door for a few seconds. you are inside and she is so high. you are inside, probably doing the same things she did in the bathroom, meaning you are probably throwing your soaked clothes on the ground, meaning that you are getting naked. ellie feels her cheeks getting warm, they must be so red. oh, she feels so hot too. she thinks again and again. you are probably naked. it hits her. she turns around, then faces the bedroom door again. she looks at her feet, then at the door. she waits because she is too scared to knock.

if she knocks, you will get dressed. and she doesn't want you to get dressed. then, she realizes how stupid it sounds. she just has to open the door and go inside, you won't even say anything.

she puts her hand on the doorknob and pushes the door. she sees you. you are here only wearing a t-shirt and panties. just as she tried to not look at your ass, her eyes find it anyway.

'shit, sorry' ellie turns her head when she sees you bending. she puts her hand on the doorknob and walks backwards.

'no, stay!'

you sound so desperate, ellie widens her eyes. but she quickly closes the door behind her because the truth is, she is as desperate as you are. it takes you a minute before you resume looking for that stupid short. your hands wander, looking for it. you had it, you put it in one of your bags.

' looking for something?' ellie says as she approaches you. you turn your head and see her green - and red - eyes. she is just as wasted as you.

'my shorts'

'why?'

it is not a 'why are you looking for your shorts?', but more a 'you don't need your shorts'. she finds you perfect, standing with only your big t-shirt and your panties. you frown then chuckle.

'i can't stay like that with my ass showing' you shake your head as you resume searching.

why not?

'fuck. i can't find them'

'are you planning on going downstairs?' she asks while she plays with her fingers. 'because they all seemed wasted. i give them like ten minutes before they go to bed'

true. but the real reason is that she doesn't want to go downstairs. she would rather stay in the bedroom, with you and your ass showing more than anything else.

'hm. probably not'

'then you don't need your shorts'

ellie sounds so confident because she feels confident at the moment. that is what weed does to her, and that's why she uses it so often. it gives her the strength to do things she won't normally do.