One Night ✔️

Chapter Twenty-Three

The weeks flew by at a crazy rate. Before I knew it, finals were underway. Me, Alex, and Joseph studied like madmen. We were determined to do whatever it took to cover all of the class material in such a limited amount of time.

Study sheets, note cards, partner quizzes. You name it. We did it. I felt confident about the majority of my tests except for chemistry, so I spent the better part of my time working on that.

Outside of school I occasionally accompanied Joseph to the hospital. The first time I saw David in that bed, his torso was wrapped in thick blood stained bandages with IVs sticking out of his arms. It was rather difficult, but even more so for Joseph.

He told me he and his mother would spend hours by David's bedside just holding his hand. On the days Joseph would normally spend by himself, I was there with him. I understood that he didn't want to go through this alone and I was more than happy and honored to be the one he wanted by his side.

Slowly but surely, with each visit, David's health had increasingly gotten better. Around the fourth visit, he regained consciousness. Joseph was beyond relieved to hear his father's voice again- something he didn't think was going to happen. Watching the two men smile together again brought me great comfort.

It wasn't too much longer before he was ready to be released and sent home. With strict rules of course. In the end, his ribs were severely damaged. On that same day Joseph wanted me to stay with him, but I swayed him to let me go. I'd have loved to spend more time with him, but I knew Marlene and David needed their son more. Especially after such a traumatizing event. Joseph needed healing time with his family and I made sure he would get it.

From the hospital, I went home and straight to the bathroom for a much needed shower. Back in my room I sifted through my dresser for something to put on. I discovered Joseph's black t-shirt folded neatly inside the bottom left drawer and thought:

"I never returned this to him, but I don't think I want to."

I pulled the large fitting garment over my blow-dried hair, smiling. The hem stopped right at the middle of my thighs, covering my bottom. Joseph's heady scent clung to the fabric like white on rice, and made my body ten degrees hotter than normal.

My plan was to study for my English final, but suddenly I couldn't focus on anything but the desire saturating the thin pair of panties I wore.

Before I climbed onto my bed I made sure to secure the lock on my door. If I was gonna take the time to try to do what I wanted to do, I surely wouldn't want my mom to come barging in. Or even worse- my dad.

When I reached my mattress I lay on my back and scooted to the very top near the headboard, tucking a pillow underneath my head. I planted my feet and spread my legs as I slowly slid the hem of Joseph's shirt up my body, exposing my stomach and the underside of my breasts.

My body was scorching as my fingertips lightly ran a trail lower and lower down. The peaks of my chest puckered once I reached the center of my desire. With the other hand I gripped the inside of my thigh, squeezing.

I closed my eyes and let the sensations take over. Joseph wasn't here, but the beautiful tale I crafted in my head made it seem like his hands were the very ones taking my breath away. Over my panties, I gently tapped at the sensitive bundle of nerves that made my body twitch.

The friction of the fabric against my pearl had me drawing my lip into my mouth. I traced circles over the growing wet spot, small whines escaping my mouth. I pressed down harder when images of Joseph kneeling between my legs flooded my mind.

"Oh... please," I moaned softly, gyrating up and down against my hand. I don't know what I was begging for, but I begged until I felt the buildup of overwhelming energy in between my hips. I rubbed faster and harder, so fast and so hard that I had to clamp a hand down over my mouth to muffle my cries of bliss from echoing through the house.