Casual Intimacy

[3] Slip Of The Lips

[ Savannah's p.o.v ]

My head pounded, with the room feeling as though it was spinning. I struggled to turn my body, as toned, muscular arms were wrapped around my waist. I sigh, not really remembering, who i brought home last night. I sit up. "Hey, guy- person. You can't stay here" i state, as he turned around, causing my eyes to widen. "Carter?" I mumbled, in disbelief. As I looked at a naked, sleeping, Carter. Did I sleep with my best friend? "Carter" I say, slightly shaking him, and panicking a bit, causing him to groan, as he mumbled something. "Carter, wake up!" i tell him, causing him to reluctantly open his eyes. He looked at me and shot up into a sitting position, as I held the cover close to my chest.

"We didn't?" He asks, causing me to sigh. "I- uhm- I think we did" I replied, stammering a bit. "Fuck" he mumbled, getting up and sliding on his boxers. "Do you remember?" He asked, turning around to look at me. "No, not really" i reply, getting up, the blanket still clinging to my chest. He stared at me for a bit, before clearing his throat. "I uhm, uh- gotta go" he says, turning away from me, quickly putting on the rest of his clothes. "Carter?" I say, as he walked out. I began to panic, slumping onto my bed. What did we just do? Did we just ruin our relationship? I thought as I got up, going into the bathroom.

"A bath will make me feel better" I tell myself, turning on the water. I then get in, sliding under, till the water hit my neck. I'm angry with myself. For letting myself get that drunk, to where I stupidly had sex with my best friend. "Ugh!" I groaned, knowing he's gonna withdrawal. He did the same thing, he does after sex with other girls. He left immediately after. I slide my head underwater. I hope I don't withdrawal. I can't blame him for leaving, if it wasn't my house, I would've left too. Some time later. I get out, putting a white, backless top on. With some shorts. I go over to my kitchen, getting some water as I take a aspirin. "Uh" I groaned, rubbing my head. Feeling like shit, for multiple reasons. I hear a knock on the door. I walk over and open, revealing Carter, causing me to inhale. "Hi" I say, causing him to slightly smile. "Hey" he replies, I then let him in.

"I'm sorry for leaving, I was Just...... disoriented" he tells me, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's fine" I reply, my voice slightly lowered. "Uhm, about last night-" he began to say, but I cut him off. Knowing what he was about to say. "We were drunk, so we could just forget about it. right" I laughed, awkwardly. I sighed, because I'm never awkward with him. "Right" he reply's, laughing as well. He then opened his arms, I smiled as I went and hugged him. I loved his warm embrace. I tilted my head up, unintentionally staring into his soft grey eyes. As he bore into my red ones.

He leaned down, causing our lips to brush. Our lips then touched, connecting. He pulled back, as I looked at him surprised. I then placed my hands on his face, cupping his cheeks. Pressing our mouths back together. I don't know why I kissed him. I just did, and I......... liked it. His hands moved to my bare waist, his thumbs stroking my sides. We stumbled into the counter. He quickly lifted me, sitting me ontop of it. He spaced my legs apart, standing in the middle of them. I wrapped my legs around his waist, as I fell back onto the hard counter top. I barely noticed how uncomfortable and cold the counter top was. As I was too focused on his lips, and how sweet they were.

We kissed hard, and intensely, as my back continued to press against the cold counter top. His lips moving to my neck, as I breathed heavily. My legs now hitched on his waist, as he hunched over, kissing me. "Carter!" I huffed, as he continued to nibble my neck. "Savannah" he mumbles, against my skin. The vibrations from his mouth, sending tingles down my spine. I moaned as he sucked on my sensitive skin. My fingers intertwined in his hair.

His hands tugging at my shirt straps. "Stop, stop, stop, stop" I huffed, quickly, causing him to pull back, as I came to my senses. He looked at me, with his face flushed, and his lips swoll. "What are we doing?" I question, breathing heavily, as I sat up, and he ruffled his hair. "I don't know" he replies, heavy breathing as well. "That can't happen again" I tell him, as I fixed my shirt. "Yeah, you're right" he replies, lifting me off the counter. "I- uhm, should go" he tells me, walking past, and grabbing his things. "Yeah" I mumbled, not turning around, as I heard the door shut. I trailed the tips of my fingers across my swoll lips. What did we do?