Singing in the shower
"Mmmm." I moan into the kiss. My lips moving in sync with his. I needed this, it's been too long. I push myself closer to him making our body's mold together, perfectly. The way he made my body feel was unbearable, i want him. I straddle his lap, feeling him against me. I smile keeping my lips on his, grinding myself onto him making us both moan at the friction between us. I pull away gasping for air from our long make out session. He held my face with both of his hands softly. Making me focus on him, "I love you, Amira." He said placing a kiss on my forehead, his voice soft and sincere. "I love you too, Caleb". I said back, smiling happily.
I jut awake at the sound of my bedroom door being burst open, the knob hitting the wall. Amya came in, I watched her as she marched into the room walking over to my window. She pulled the curtains open, letting in a ray of sunshine and almost blinding me. I tug my blanket over my head, trying to hide from the sun. "Rise and shine twinny Pooh." She said. I could hear her footsteps as she moved, getting closer to me before stopping. My blanket was snatched back, revealing my face. "It's time to get up," She began. I sat up in my bed, yawning as I streach. "We have somethings to do today." She continued sitting at the foot of my bed, facing me. "Since you are back, I was thinking about when you said you wanted to go out last night." "Yeah, I don't know where though." I shrugg. "How about a club?" She suggested. I raise an eyebrow, thinking about it. After a minute I nod my head, "Yeah, that's cool.". "We should go shopping, the mall isn't far from here." Mya said looking at her phone. "It's ten-fifeen now, if we get ready and leave now we could get there at about eleven." Standing up she walked to my door."thirty minutes." She said before leaving, closing the door behind herself. "Okay!" I yelled hoping she heard me through the door. I sigh, rubbing my forehead.
I pull the rest of my blanket off of me, letting my feet hit the cold floor as I stand up. I move to my dresser, sifting through drawers of clothes. Pulling out a pair of light blue jeans that were ripped at the knees, a white spaghetti strap tank top. Also grabbing a pair of underwear, deciding to go braless today I had c cups so I didn't need it. I toss the clothes onto my bed. Walking to my closet, I open the door looking for my black leather jacket. I find it, taking it off of it's hanger I throw it onto the bed with my other clothes. After I close the closet door, I grab my shower cap, phone and Bluetooth speaker. I make my way out of my room, closing the door on my way out. I walk to the bathroom, stopping at the linen closet for a towel. I continue going to the bathroom, closing the door behind me, I lock it.
Turning on my speaker, I connect it to my phone. I scroll down my liked songs, searching for a song to play. Taking some time, I come up indecisive, I press the shuffle button and set my phone down. As i wait for the song to begin. I turn the water taps on, testing the water until I reach the perfect tempeture. 'Push ya' by Justine Skye started to play, I hum along undressing myself. After Im out of my clothes, I grab my shower cap. I struggle to put it on, letting out a frustrated sigh, I decided to wash my hair instead. I step into the shower. Standing, motionless under the water. The water cascading down my face and body, 'Say it again' by H.E.R begins to play i start to sing along.
"Show tonight,
I hit all the notes that I know you like.
You know I'm a pro when I'm on the mic.
We already here so turn off the lights. "I continue to sing the song as I lather my body, taking my time wanting to enjoy the song. I loved singing, It had became a habit of mine at the age of seven. Anytime I do anything, I always sing if I can. No matter where I am, I sing.
"You had a lot to say,
No more talking you can use that mouth in other ways.
Cause I want it now, yeah."After i lather my body, I put down my loofa and rinse my hands. Taking a few pumps of shampoo I begin to lather my hair.
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When life gives you lemons
RomanceWhen life gives you lemons, what do you do with them? Do you make lemonade, or let them rot? After twenty three year old Amira Jones returns home from college, she is welcomed home with a unexpected surprise. Read along and enjoy the journey as Ami...