My head was thumping as I stretched out, my hand knocking something beside me. My eyes flicked open... it was Cheryl.
Ooh my god! We kissed last night!
Her head was just beside my shoulder, her arm flung across my chest while the other lay abandoned by her side. She looked gorgeous as the morning sun shawn through the curtains, highlighting her perfect features.
Last night when she kissed me was a shock. I think she intended it to be a friendly one, but I had to ruin it by kissing her back. I had to ruin it by sticking my tongue down her throat and rolling on top of her. God knows what would of happened if Nadine hadn't walked in.
She must of saw us kissing. I'm sure she did.
Why did I kiss her?...
And that was the question I couldn't get out of my head, the one that kept playing over and over like a broken record. I had lay most of the night thinking about it. I may of been drunk, but kissing a famous popstar isn't something that's easily forgotten about.
As I was deep in thought, I felt her stirring beside me, pulling me closer and holding me tightly.
"Kimberley...?" she mumbled.
"Yeah?" Bringing my hand up, I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Me head hurts," she moaned.
I brought my other hand down, rubbing the smooth skin above her brow. "I'll get up in a minute and get you some painkillers."
"Ok." She pulled away from me and rolled onto her back, leaving me to mourn the loss of contact between us.
"Bad hangover?" I giggled, my eyes fixed on her exposed upper half as the cover rid down, giving me an eyeful of her bra-clad cleavage.
What was I doing!?
She turned her head, a small smile adoring her lips as the sun shawn into her eyes causing her to scrunch them up while she looked at me. "The worst," she laughed lightly. "I feel as if a stampede of elephants have ran over me f*ckin' head!"
I laughed, my mind wondering back to last night as I looked down at her moving lips.
Did she remember it?
"Kimberley?"
"Hmm.." I looked back up at her. "What? Sorry my mind was somewhere else."
She gave me a funny look. "I said... did you sleep ok? I can be a restless sleeper sometimes," she repeated, shrugging it off.
I smiled at her, she had such a cute little expression on her face. "You didn't wake me or anythin' babe," I lied. I was up most of the night and she didn't flinch. "You did snore a lot though!"
"Hey!" She rolled over and smacked me on the arm. "I do not f*ckin' snore! Take that back."
"Nah," I laughed with a wink. "You snore like a man. Maybe you should get that checked out?"
The look on her face made me burst into laughter. "I do not snore!" she said, lunging forward and launching a full on tickle attack on me.
"Cheryl!" I giggled, throwing my arms and legs around recklessly. "Stop it!"
"Say I don't snore!" she demanded, still tickling me, her hands moving from my neck and sides of my arms to my stomach.
I let out a squeal when I felt her hands there. "Ok... ok!" I said, not being able to take anymore. "You don't snore... I was only jokin'!" I placed my hands over hers to stop them. "You don't snore," I repeated, this time quieter. For the first time I noticed the position she was in, the cover had fallen off of the bed completely and she was straddling my bare hips. The colour suddenly rose to my cheeks.
I lay there, Cheryl looking down at me. She stayed silent, not uttering a word.
Why wasn't she moving?
Her hands broke free from under mine as they started running slowly around my stomach, gently kneading the skin. I looked up at her, her eyes staring back, studying my reaction.
I stayed slient. Why was she doing this? She was supposed to be heart broken over her cheating husband.
Maybe that was why she was doing it... she was emotionally unstable, seeking comfort.
Does that mean I would be taking advantage?
I was broke out of my thoughts as her hands traveled further up, lightly running over my covered breasts, making me sigh with pleasure and flinch as the little electric currents ran through my entire body. She continued to run them up, massaging my neck a little before running her thumb delicately over my bottom lip.
With caution, I placed my hands on either side of her thighs, leaving them there for a while before I started stroking up and down.
I smiled as she let out a low whimper, her hands leaving my face and clutching onto mine. Slowly, she leant down, placing a light kiss on my lips.
I closed my eyes as she kissed me again, this time with a lot more passion, her eager tongue demanding entrance to my mouth, which I granted it.
Totally absorbed in the kiss, I didn't even notice as she pushed my hand between her thighs, making me touch her.
Shocked, I pulled away. "We can't!" I said, reality hitting me.
Her face crumbled.
"No! It's not that I don't want to... erm... well... I dunno if I want to... I mean... I'm confused, but..."
She rolled off of me. "No Kimberley... it's ok. I understand what you're trying to say," she said, jumping out of bed. Leaning down to pick up her clothes, she turned bright red with embarrassment.
"It's just... well... you don't really want it," I said, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "You just want comfort... your still upset."
I watched as she frowned, her gaze fixed to the floor. She bent down again and then popped back up, a peice of paper in her hand. "Cheryl's case studies?" she read out.
