mermaid 》 alemanda ✔

chapter sixteen.

alesha

I dropped the load of laundry I had been carrying onto the bed that Amanda and I now shared. We had been dating for two weeks now and it was already tech week for the drama club. Amanda looked up at me when she felt the load of dry laundry land on the bed.

"You need to help me do this," I said. "You made me do the entire last load by myself, folding included."

I tossed a pair of her knickers at her and she caught them in her hand, laughing hard.

"What if I don't help?" Amanda asked cheekishly.

"You need to help," I repeated, tossing one of her night shirts at her. It hit her in the face and she laughed again, folding the night shirt and setting it on the bed.

"I'll help so you'll stop throwing my clothes at me," Amanda laughed. "Or I'll start doing it to you." She folded the pair of knickers that I had tossed at her and reached into the pile of warm laundry.

I giggled to myself, the mental image of Amanda tossing my knickers at me making me giggle. Amanda grinned when she heard me giggling and shook her head.

We folded the laundry quickly and we were soon in bed with each other, my head on Amanda's chest. She was almost naked in bed, having on just a long t-shirt and a pair of boy shorts knickers and the t-shirt had rode up on her body, revealing her legs and a strip of her stomach.

"How are you this sexy, 'Manda?" I whispered into her ear, making myself blush. This was the first time I had said this phrase in front of Amanda, directly to her though I had thought it many time since we had started dating two weeks ago.

"You really think that I'm sexy?" She asked, doubt crossing her face.

"Yes, incredibly sexy, Amanda," I replied, leaning up to kiss her cheek. Amanda saw what I was doing and she turned her head so I kissed her lips. She kissed me back and her eyes darkened to lust from our kiss.

I allowed Amanda to roll over me so our bodies were touching and we kissed again. Her hands explored my body as we kissed, one hand roaming over my clothed torso and the other roaming up my thigh. I pulled off Amanda's long t-shirt and grinned.

I had seen her breasts before, a couple of times, but I still couldn't help but grin whenever I saw her almost naked in front of me.

"Like what you see?" She asked teasingly, moving her head down my body so she was nipping at my collarbone. I hummed in pleasure.

"I do and I've said it before, I love what I see, not like it," I replied. Amanda's breasts pressed against my still-clothed stomach, her nipples hardening with the contact. She looked up at me before she pulled off my pyjama shirt and her head went back down to my body.

The bruises had healed and they had left no mark behind on my body but there was still the mental scars of what Azuka had done to me still left behind. Those scars wouldn't heal for years and I had already known that they wouldn't heal for a very long time.

"You're gorgeous, Alesha," Amanda muttered, kissing down my cleavage and under my breasts. I let out a soft moan and her hand slipped into my pyjama shorts and knickers. She didn't move her hand, waiting for me to give her permission to touch me there.