TAYLOR
The water flows over me as I step into the shower. I quickly wash my hair and body. I didn't take long to know that Bea would be here soon.
I shut the shower off and stepped out. I grab the towel from the side of the shower, wrap it around me, and then place a smaller one over my head. I towel dry my hair, as I know I won't dry it properly.
I walked back into the bedroom and sat on the bed.
I can't help but remember the moan from Aidan's room. The way he called my name made my core flutter. His moan made my insides ignite, even more, just thinking about it.
I leaned back on the bed, lying flat and staring at the ceiling.
I close my eyes as I want to feel Aidan on me, his touch. My mind wonders what he tastes like, feels like, and what I could do to him.
I can feel myself getting wet.
An image of Aidan popped into my head from last week.
He came home from having a football game with Chad and his flat mates. He was all sweaty, and he had no t-shirt on as it was flung over his shoulder. I remember walking into the kitchen as he was drinking water. All I can remember was the smear of sweat coming off his skin made my mouth water, and when he turned around. With the sight of his six-pack and v shape from his shorts, my core tightened, and all I wanted to do was jump him right there and then.
I slowly move my hand towards my entrance, sliding it up under the towel.
The thought of Aidan making me come, the idea of his touch, excites me more. I placed my finger in my folds. My juice drips out onto my finger. I move my finger inside, and I can't help but moan slightly.
I slid my finger in and out, biting down on my bottom lip.
I knew thinking about Aidan would make me moan, so I added another finger inside. I was moving in and out fast. My mind filled with how much I wanted to feel Aidan on me and inside. I pick up the pace and know I am about to come as my pussy clenches around my fingers.
I can't help the slight moan that escapes from me as I come up. I pant through my orgasm and open my eyes.
I wait for a few moments before I get off the bed. I got up and headed straight to the bathroom. I wash my hands, but I hear my bedroom door open. "Taylor," Bea shouts.
I look back at myself in the mirror. I need to get over my fear that Aidan might not want me, but I can still be friends with him if I mention I like him, right?
I move away from the mirror and open the door to find Bea, sitting on my bed with a smile. "How's my girl?" She asks as she moves off the bed and walks towards me. She wraps me in a hug and hugs me tight.
She moves away and smiles. "Aidan looks mighty hot tonight," she says as she turns around.
The thought of making myself come to him flashes through my head and makes me feel all hot and bothered.
"I take your word for it," I said in a strangled voice.
Bea looks over her shoulder and smirks, "You got it bad, huh," she says as she moves to the other side of the bed.
I notice a bag on the bed, and she puts her hand in to grab whatever it is she is getting out. She pulls out what I can only describe as a piece of cloth.
I frown.
"What the hell is that?" I asked.
Bea's smirk widens. "This is what you are wearing tonight," she says as she throws it at me.
I caught it and held up the little black material. Well, what was it anyhow?
"Fuck, Bea," I said. "That isn't going to cover much. How the hell am I going to fit into it?"
Bea laughs and walks over to me.
"Now get that sweet ass in the bathroom and put it on," she says,
"I won't do your hair or makeup as that man would probably fuck you even in those ridiculous things you call clothes."
I know what clothes she was on about as they were on the bathroom floor.
I stared back at her, fake shocked, "Hey, there is nothing wrong with my sweats and top," I say as I walk towards the bathroom.
"I know. I bet you didn't wear a bra earlier under that top either," she shouted.
I groan out. It is shocking how well she knows me.
I didn't wear a bra today.
I hate wearing them.
My breasts are a decent size, and I can wear a push-up bra if I want to, but it is not noticeable when I don't wear one.
I remove the towel from my body and let it fall to the floor. I place the small fabric over my head and pull it down into place, well, where it would go the most.
I turned to open the door, and Bea was standing in something similar.
"I can't wear this," I murmured as she looked up from placing the dress down over her ass.
Bea stares at me, her mouth falls open, but she closes it quickly.
"Tayl, you look stunning," she says.
She walks over to me and makes me stand in the full-length mirror I have behind my bedroom door.
I stare at myself.
The dress has thin straps, and it plunges in the middle. I don't need to wear a bra. The length of the dress comes to my mid-thighs, but I know it is barely covering my ass. I know that, but I have to admit, it does look good on me. I turned to the side and noticed that it was backless.
My tattoo was on the show. The black of the dress makes it stand out more, than it has a slight sheen to it.
I look at Bea, who has a big grin on her face. "I think we should get a few drinks, don't you?" She says as she opens the door.
She walks out, leaving me standing there like a lemon.
I suddenly feel my stomach flop, but butterflies move around.
This is exciting, but I'm also nervous. But what if Aidan doesn't like what I wear or me, for that matter?
I walked out a few seconds later after taking a few breaths in and out. Bea was looking over her shoulder at me.
"Come on, Tay," she says.
She walks into the kitchen as I close my bedroom door.
I turned and walked down the corridor.
Aidan was the only one in the living room, and he was standing by the unit with his back to me.
I couldn't help but feel my nerves kick in, and I wanted something to swallow me up. But before I could make a run for it, the floorboard beneath my creeks, which made Aidan turn around.
His eyes land on me as his mouth drops open, but he closes it quickly. I watch as his eyes travel from the top to the bottom of me, and then back up.
I can feel his eyes on me, taking everything in every detail, every inch of me. His eyes go wide, and he licks his bottom lip.
I can't help but stare at him, and he looks so goddamn hot.
The t-shirt he has on is tight and pressed against his whole body, making every single muscle more prominent and on display.
Fuck, this is going to be awkward.
He clears his throat.
I shook my head, trying to get out of my head. I look at him. "You ok over there?" He asks in a husky voice. "Taylor, wow, you look wow...I mean stunning," he says in a rush.
"You look good too," I said with a blush creeping on my face.
Damn, I'm going to need some new teeth or something because I'm finding it hard to talk to him without drool forming from my mouth.
