It Only Takes One

Twenty Four

Angie:

His thumbs pressed gently into the dimples at the bottom of my back. He rolled over, laying me on the bed, his body pressed against mine. My slightly clammy palms were holding onto his toned lower back. I'd never felt more alive. His smooth lips kissed my neck, slowly moving up to meet my lips.

Harley:
I pulled my sweaty body off hers, and hovered above her - admiring her beauty for a moment - before laying down on my bed, next to her. Our breaths were heavy. We lay there, our bodies bare and moist. Her stomach still had some bruising, as did mine. Neither were too painful now. Her brown hair was stuck mainly to her back, with strands on her front. Her head turned half into the pillow to look at me - mirroring her. She smiled, her teeth showing and eyes shining. We lay, watching each other, fingers locked together. 

The entire house was quiet, the only sound was when either of us moved. Then we heard a car door shut. I looked just behind where Angie lay, to the clock, 2:00am. Crap. They were back. Angie took one glimpse at my face and jumped up off the bed, then grabbed her clothes from where we'd thrown them. Quickly, I got up and helped. With her clothes screwed up in her hands she kissed me and ran out the door and into her room, a few doors away. Just as her door slammed shut, the front door opened and the girls and Jane entered, a little damp from the rain outside. I was stood in my doorway, only my head poking out.

"We're back!" Liberty shouted up the stairs. 

Angie's door opened as she appeared in her towel, then disappeared into the bathroom. The shower turned on and I returned to my bed to gather my clothing and slip into my boxers. After Angie finished in the shower, I snook in. Then we both went down in our dressing gowns and joined everyone in the kitchen, where they were all eating jam sandwhiches. Jane had made us each one too. It felt weird. Me and Angie had just slept together whilst they were out, they nearly caught us, and now we were eating jam sandwhiches at 2:30am like nothing had happened. Angie was sat across from me, her feet touching mine, her face was smiling. It felt like we were keeping an amazing secret - that was the best part about it. It was such a thrill knowing something no-one else did. That night was definetly one to remember. 

An hour later and everyone was in bed. I'd crept into Angie's room tonight. My body curled into a larger version of hers - copying her shape. My arms wrapped around her, hers around my arms. Her washed hair smelt like strawberries, near my face. Us sharing a bed was becoming an every night thing now, but tonight it felt much more special.