"Are you fucking serious!" I take back my ice cream....again.
"Yes, please." Kyle rolls onto his side and lays his head on my shoulder, cuddling close and wrapping his arms and legs around me. "Please, please, please." I try crawling away but he has a tight hold on my hips and waist.
"Fine, do whatever you want." I mumble half sprawled on the floor.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," He pulls me up and hugs me tight. "You won't regret this."
"I'm already regretting it." My face was squished against his chest.
I woke up with heavy on my chest. I tried to move but was pinned. Groaning I open my eyes and see Kyle's massive head snuggled to my breasts, his arms wrapped around my waist and one of his legs thrown over mine.
"Kyle, what the fuck, why aren't you on the couch." I growl twisting.
"It's too short." He mumbles his breath ghosting across my nipple making me shudder.
"Get off." I beg trying harder to untangle myself.
"Why?" He grins nuzzling the taunt peak.
"Kyle I swear to god." I gasp. "I'll knee you in the nuts." Grumbling he flops onto his back. I bolt out of bed and run to the bathroom. That guy unnerves me beyond belief. Shaking I hop into the shower. Kyle is making my body sluty, maybe letting him stay here was a bad idea. I towel off quickly and peek into my room. Finding the coast clear I stumble over to my dresser and pull on a bra and panty set. I pull on a Mistyrose white dress that has a closed collar, elbow sleeves and comes down to mid thigh. I quickly braid my hair and barrel out into the main room where my art supplies are, I really feel like drawing. Kyle was sprawled on the floor reading a book. He was only wearing boxer briefs leaving the rest of his beautifully toned body bare. I can't resist. I perch on a stool with my easel facing him and start sketching. I use a piece of charcoal for the first several sketches then grab my pencils and start doing more detailed drawings. I glance around when I notice he's not in front of me on the floor.
"That's really good." I scream jumping forward almost knocking over my easel. Kyle's standing behind me grinning with an apple in his hand.
"Don't sneak up on me like that!"
"Hey you were the one drawing me without permission."
"Then why didn't you get up?"
"I didn't say, I didn't like it." He shrugs and walks back to the center of the room and sits cross legged on the floor leaning back on one arm. Deciding to go with what I've got I flipped up a new piece of paper and mutter. "Don't move."
"I'm at your service." He grins.
Hours later, with Kyle asleep on the floor and me still drawing, I feel a presence in the room. I turn and see Micah staring intently at Kyle. I can't blame him Kyle looked sexy and adorable all at the same time when he was sleeping. He's kind of twisted onto his stomach, while his hips are still perpendicular to the floor, legs bent. His face is turned towards me with his left hand tucked under his chin and his left stretched up above his head. He had a little pout too.
"I want that drawing." His tone is very arrogant and authoritative, it grates on my nerves.
"No."
"Why not?" He stops behind me.
"Cause it's mine."
"Who cares, just give it here."
"No and I'm not finished." I slap his hand as he reaches for the paper.
"I don't know who you think you are..." I cut him off.
"Are you kidding me you're the one who's trying to take my work, what right do you think you have to it?"
"He's my boyfriend."
"It's my paper."
"Really all you want to fight for is the paper how un-fun." Kyle stretches and walks our way. He kisses Micah soundly and goes to kiss me.
"Watch it." I smack a hand over his mouth. I feel his tongue wiggle between my fingers tickling the sensitive skin there. I make the most embarrassing sound, something between a gasp and a moan.
"Isn't she cute Micah? So easy to tease."
"Yeah, so easy." Micah puts a stress on easy making it sound like I'm the slut. I haul back and slap him in the face.
"You bitch." He moves to grab me, but Kyle grabs him first.
"Come on guys let's not fight." Kyle's hands travel down Micah's chest, causing his breath to hitch as they slip under his shirt. Fascinated by the scene in front of me, I stare rapt. Kyle kisses his way down Micah's throat and lifts up his shirt.
"Isn't he pretty Rose?" Kyle grins at me flicking a flat brown nipple, causing Micah to gasp. I can feel Micah's eyes on me as I nod my head.
"Come here Rose." Kyle crocks a finger at me and, as if they had a mind of their own, my feet carry me closer. I stop a foot away.
"What are you doing Kyle?" Micah gasps as Kyle traces a path down below his navel.
"Shhh, Rose give me your hand." My hand trembles as I extend it. Kyle places it over Micah's left pec. I stare at my hand where it lays against Micah's bronzed skin. He really was handsome, if you overlooked his bad personality. I slide my hand down and let my finger graze the now taunt brown nipple. I can feel him gasp.
"I think he liked it Rose." Kyle murmurs, he pulls Micah's shirt completely off. I watch my hand wander across Micah's chest, I soon have both hands stroking and manipulating his upper torso.
"Rose, I think you're wearing too many clothes." Kyle tugs at the neck of her dress. "Micah, help her out of it." Our eyes instantly clash; it all catches up to me who I'm really touching.
