“3-1. Brynn with two and Anderson got a great wrap around!”
“Sounds like a good game,” I call out from my bedroom. I pull on sleep shorts and an old t-shirt that will stretch across her tits, and I know it’s a bit skeevy, but I can’t wait to see them fill out my t-shirt.
I can’t wait to see her in clothes that are mine.
To claim her as my partner in a way only we know. “Brynn got a jailbreak,” she says.
“Nice. Who’d she break free?”
“Me. It was the penalty for pushing the girl into the boards.”
I turn around, seeing her with her shoes off and her pants wrinkled, looking a little more dishevelled but all the more angelic. “My knight in shining armour,” I say, throwing the PJs at her. “Here. These should fit.”
She raises a brow. The shorts are short and the t-shirt is tight, and it will be my little secret that I picked those for her specifically so that I can have this memory engrained in my brain. She drops her pants right in front of me, and I’m so startled at the sight that I stumble back onto my bed. Her glutes are defined and dip as she steps out of her pants, dropping her thong as well. I try not to look, try not to catch a glimpse of the small thatch of blond curls on her pussy as she pulls the shorts on.
They give a great cheek peek when she’s standing up again. I have barely any time to be scandalized when she unbuttons the vest and her breasts tumble from it. There’s no bra, and her berry pink nipples look like they could cut glass.
My brain zeroes out when I try to memorize their size and shape. They look like the perfect handful, and even better mouthful. She’s even got tan lines from the summer which I think next summer we’ll have to workon. I want to mark her breasts so they’re mine, and I want to see her tan topless.
Her abs are prominent against her skin as she throws on her shirt and pulls it down her torso. I didn’t realize she’s got a longer torso than I do, and it ends up cropping around her waist. It leaves a sliver of tanned skin that I’d like to spend a very, very long time exploring.
Soon.
Or later.
I pray soon, though.
“Are you okay?” she asks, finally looking at me again. I nod quickly, trying to keep my emotions in check before she disappears into the bathroom.
I quickly change into my own pjs and follow her in, enjoying the under butt that’s currently hanging from the blue cotton shorts. Her legs are solid as she brushes her teeth with a spare toothbrush she must’ve brought in her duffle bag, and I do the same.
We’re in sync until we curl up in bed. I pull her close, letting her snuggle into me, her head showing off a balancing act between my chest and her pillow. Her fingers trail circles on my skin. “This was the best discovery I think I’ve ever made,” she whispers.
“You know, university Eloise would never believe it,” I say back. “But this Eloise is very, very happy with this self-discovery.”
She curls up further into me, her head growing heavy as her breath starts to even out. It’s not long before I’m also dreaming of the new best thing that has ever happened to me.
Twenty Six
Taylor
Iwake up warm, wrapped up in arms that are solid and enjoying the rise and fall of the person beneath me. The bed makes me feel like I’m floating, and the sheets feel like I’m sleeping in a field of cashmere. I stretch and then curl back up into the person, who sifts as I move, but their breathing remains the same.
It’s comforting, and as I crack my eyes open I catch the sunlight starting to come in through the cracked curtains. The room has white walls, and the sheets are a soft heather grey. Eloise looks ethereal with the way she’s curled on the pillow, her hair splayed across it. The upturn of her nose and the pouty upper lip catch the light. Her eyelashes are splayed across her cheekbones. She hums in her sleep, pulling me closer, and I enjoy the way every curve of our bodies matches, settling against each other like we were made for each other.
I was missing this for eight years?
I thought Frank was the man for me?
Shit, how could I have beenso wrong?
I rest my head against her chest, enjoying the way it rises and falls, and trail my hands along her arms. She shifts, arms twitching as I continue to trail feather light touches along her skin.
“Tay, if you don’t stop, I’m going to spank you,” she mutters hoarsely, twisting herself so she can bury her face into my neck. Each breath of hers tickles my skin, setting my hair on edge as I shudder at the threat.
“I don’t think that’s the deterrent you think it is,” I mutter. She snorts, kissing my neck, slow soft kisses trailing up my body to my jaw. She groans against my skin when I let my hands pull her hair. Her lips meet mine, and despite the fact that we haven’t brushed our teeth yet, something I would never have done before, we kiss, and it’s the best kiss I’ve experienced in my life.
Shit, I didn’t know that it could ever feel like this.
