I clutch my workbook as I make my way back to my room. Another successful driving lesson. And another 55 quid wasted. It's so expensive for no reason. They should just give me my license already, I'm pretty much competent.
My favourite smell is in the hallway. Good. She's here. She was late last time because of something to do with her index funds. I don't quite understand the topic but the excitement with which she talks about it and the passion it brings to her eyes makes me want to talk about it more. Seeing her like that makes me happy.
I push open the door.
She's sat on my bed, working on her Ipad.
"Hey, what are you up to?"
She smiles when she sees me. Those crinkles in the corners of her eyes again.
She's wearing a black hoodie, with an embroidered dragon pattern on it. It looks good on her. She can pull off any look but seeing her comfortable in my bed like that has me using every effort not to grin like a maniac. Dark tracksuits to match on her lower half. And her signature white ankle socks.
"Just going over lectures. I'm nearly done, just a moment."
She hastily scrolls a few more PowerPoint slides before flipping the Ipad cover closed. I kneel onto the bed next to her.
"Do I have your full attention?"
"Mhm."
"Good." I pull her into a soft kiss.
"Ready for climbing?"
"Mhm."
Another kiss.
"We could just stay here."
"We could."
"We've got to go soon."
"Mhm."
Our lips lock together. I'm trying to be sensible but I can't help myself as I tug at her clothes and pull her body so she's lying along the length opposed to across the width. I'm struggling to backpedal while continuing the kiss so I break it off prematurely.
She slips her hand up the back of my top and pulls me down onto her. Fuck. She knows what she's doing. I reach up to reach for her, squeezing gently. As our tongues clash, I can feel a soft boner starting to form. I want her to know how much I want her. I need her to know how much I want her.
I press her down harder into the bed. The springs from the cheap mattress make a funny clicking noise as we move together. I wonder what the bed would sound like when I fu-
Okay, no, we don't have time for that. We've gotta leave soon. But it's a funny little thought I allow myself to enjoy for the time being.
I reach up under her hoodie to handle her breasts. Soft and plump. They feel perfect. I squeeze softly at first, then harder.
"It's kinda hard to do that when I have a bra on." She smiles up at me seductively.
"Can I take it off?". It wasn't really a question.
"Yes." She sits up and removes the hoodie, then the top, but hesitates at the bra.
"What's wrong?"
No response.
"Would you rather me draw the curtains?"
She nods shyly. I move to draw the curtains over the window. A dim light in the room now.
She pulls her bra off, and I sit for a moment, admiring her. It's dark, but I can still see make out her outline. It's an outline fit for the cover of the Renaissance.
