Sheet-Less (COMPLETE)✔️

Chapter 5: Is it Cummy in Here? Or is that Just Me...

As Oliver, with a bandaged arm and finger, walked up to his mom's car, he couldn't get his mind off Amelia. But now, he wasn't scared to talk to her. He checked his phone to see 12 messages, each 5, and sometimes less, apart, from Amelia. They read out things like

<Are you ok?>
<will you be at school soon?>
<I miss you>

He looked at the date, Thursday, January 18. It was already Thursday? He only hurt his hand? He was passed out for 3 days? Without paying attention to the pain, he felt bad for everyone who was waiting, and waiting, and waiting. Usually, he wasn't allowed sleepovers, but it was about to change.

When he got home, he pulled out his phone, and texted Sophia.

<Wanna hang out>
<YOUR ALIVE>
<do you know what happened..>
<huh>
<Just pick me up>
<Im with Patrick>
<tell him that I got shot>
<wtf>
It was till 20 minutes later, when she picked him up. The only thing Oliver told his mom, was that he was going to hang out with Sophia. She did feel bad for what happened, so she let him go. Sophia acted normal, until they got into her room. Oliver then proceeded to slumped onto her grey beanbag, and noticed Patrick, with a weird, stiff, face. "You look emo." Oliver then bursts into tears, and explains the entire story. Patrick, thinking he is SOOOOOOOOO-OOO funny, texts Amelia on Sophia's phone to come over. Next thing you know while Sophia his comforting him, Amelia walks in, and kisses Oliver.

Amelia hisses at Sophia. "Trying to make me jealous?!" "I didn't invite you!" Sophia said. "But I did", Patrick said. "It'll be fuunnnnn, we'll have a couples sleepover... nothing bad...." "There is two beds in here, do you have air mattresses?" Oliver confusingly said. "I'm not mad sharing...", Amelia said. Oliver, trying to say something, was lost by words. All he could do was agree.

As they hung out, which felt like just 5 minutes, it became 10:00 PM, and Patrick yawned. I sat in the bed, near the edge, nervous. Amelia, feeling the same, was on the other side. Sophia followed, but Patrick wrapped his arms around Sophia, and pretended to give her back-shots. Sophia, was not interested, and punched his nose. Oliver, thinking about Amelia sleeping next to him, dosed off with imaginations, always about them fucking.

He imagined Amelia, shirtless, sitting on top of him. He imagined her bouncing on his dick, deep into her pussy. The cum would leak down his hips, and when he started to wake, he realized it was starting to become a reality. Amelia scooted up to him, and grabbed his shoulders. She slid off her panties and used her feet to remove his jeans. She grabbed his dick, and started playing with it. She wrapped it around her hair, fit it in her mouth, and after a little bit, he shoved it into her pussy, and made out with her.

When he took time to breathe, she let out moans, which woke up Sophia. She was speechless, and watched. Patrick was sound asleep, curled around a pillow he thought was Sophia. Oliver grabbed her cheeks and squeezed them. He flipped her on top of him and pressed her up and down, holding a kiss. "Your lips are soft, and if feels soooooo good daddy" Amelia whispered in his ear.

This happened for a while, until his dick started hurting. They stopped, and cuddled when going to bed. They were so happy until Sophia's mom woke them up and saw the cum and the clothes on the floor. That is when Patrick hit her head with a support beam that was loose on the bed frames. After 10 minutes of cleaning, she woke up, and was convinced it was a dream. They all went home, and nobody got caught, at least not this time.

TO BE CONTINUED...