Save (Negovanman)

Chapter 10

Sorry for the big gap, kinda forgot/lost interest. Will try my best to finish. I can't believe the amount of support this story got!!! Thanks so much!!!

This is lowkey porn // you have been warned.

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Usually alcohol makes me sleepy, but I guess that isn't the case today. For some reason, I still have a ton of energy left. There's no way I'm going to fall asleep anytime soon.

It's been a while since everyone's fallen asleep, I'm not sure how long but I'd guess around an hour. 

The girl on the couch lets out a loud snore, causing Natasha to turn around and face me. I don't see her open her eyes, I assume she's still asleep. Then, out of nowhere, her hand reaches out, pulling my arm out towards her, before placing her head on my chest and my arm around herself. Oh my god, we're cuddling. Does she even realize this is happening?

I stay like this for a while, not wanting to move or say anything in case she wakes up and feels uncomfortable that she subconsciously cuddled with me. I just pay attention to her breathing, occasionally smiling at her nose crinkling or the little sounds she makes when she's asleep. She's so adorable. I could watch her forever.

I don't even realize I've started tracing circles up and down her arm. How long have I been doing this? It's almost as if it were a natural instinct. 

Let's test the limits.

I pull her body closer to mine. Her hand is on my chest, in between my breasts. I start running my finger up and down her arm. I move my head, so that my lips are just inches away from the top of her head. I begin gently tracing her ear with my index, until I feel her move the slightest bit. Her head slowly begins moving up towards mine. 

I shift my body down a bit, so that our heads are almost at the same level. My hand is on the back of her head, intertwined with her hair. She removes her hand from my chest to gently place it on my face. Her palm fits perfectly with my jaw, almost like it's meant to be.

And then she kissed me. As simple as that. She pulled my face forward and brought her lips to mine. It was a hesitant kiss at first, as though it was something forbidden. But after the first sign of reciprocation, she pulled in for more. And when I say more, I mean more.

To call it passionate would be an understatement. It was like a need, like she couldn't live without my kiss, like she'd been searching her whole life for this. Every tug of her hair left her hungrier for more.

After a few minutes of making out, she rolled on top of me, placing both hands at either side of my head, leaning over me and smiling. Her shirt is so baggy that I can almost see her entire breasts. She catches me looking, and bites her lip before leaning in for tongue filled kisses. I feel her place one hand on my outer thigh, sending chills through my body. I want more of this.

I bend both of my knees, bringing her hand higher up my leg and placing my other leg between hers. She reacts to this by sliding her hand all the way up to my hips and up the side of my body until caressing the top of my breast with her thumb, before sliding it back down to place her hand under my shirt. I can't help but let out a soft moan. I can tell she enjoyed that from the way she put pressure on my leg with her crotch. I make my leg hard for her. I want to give her everything.

She begins feeling me up under my shirt, and my mind is racing. There's no way you pulled this off, Elise. You're about to have sex with the most beautiful girl ever? You go! She begins grinding herself up and down my leg, letting out soft moans onto my lips. That's hot. I begin tugging at her shirt, indicating her to take it off. She gets the message, and leans up to take it off. 

And then, someone turned over on the couch. That snapped us both back to reality. She quickly jumped off of me and turned over and went back to bed. Just like that. Do I really mean that little to her? I'm that forgettable? I turn over and decide to sleep as well. I'm suddenly exhausted.

I wake up in the morning to the sound of footsteps and the smell of pancakes.

"Good morning Elise, I was just making breakfast" says Alex from the kitchen.

I'm the last one awake. How embarrassing. I stretch and get out of bed, and say good morning to everyone. They all say it back to me except Natasha. She won't even look me in the eye.

We all sit down for breakfast, Natasha sitting across from me. I can feel her staring at me, but every time I look at her, she turns away. When I talk to her she won't look at me. She makes me feel disgusting. 

I come up with some excuse to go home early. I grab my things and run home as fast as possible, collapsing onto my bed in tears. 

I hate everything.