Isabella
“Wtf” I screamed in my head.
He was on my boobs, his face was lying flat on my boobs. I thought in my head as he turned to look at me shocked as I was too.
Maybe I was exaggerating as I had the hoodies on, but he was face was on my blossom.
“Pervert,” I yelled the moment he pulled away from my body.
“What?” He said shocked clearly by the outrageous name I had called him.
“You heard me right, pervert,” I repeated and dusted my body to anger him even more.
“You did not just,” He pointed out, at the fact that I dusted my body, but instead I did it one more time to provoke him even more.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” He huffed at what I did and brought his hand to his forehead covering his face, as he tried to get over what I did.
“And what did you call me?” He asked now as if he hadn’t heard me. But since he wanted to hear me say it again, I was going to do the honors by doing just that.
“Per.. vert,” I repeated and shook my head to the sides with an eye roll to spite him.
“That was clearly not my fault,” he said frustrated. He used his fingers to gently rub his forehead in an attempt to calm himself.
“Then whose fault is it?” I half yelled at him.
“You clearly pulled too hard and made us end in that awkward position,” He managed to explain, then pointing at my blossom. I widened my eyes at that and immediately used my two hands to cover it giving him a scoff.
“So you’re saying it’s my fault that your face landed on my boobs,” I said out loud, and he looked shocked for a brief second hearing me say that so freely.
“Yes,” He finally responded and I was taken aback by his response.
“So you’re saying it’s my fault that your face chose to be on my boobs,” I raised my eyebrows at him.
“Cause you’re telling me, you couldn’t have landed on my stomach, or maybe just pull away, but you chose to land on my very private body part,” I told him, rushing my words, and from the way he stared at me he was terrified.
“Oh my God. You just turned this around,” he sighed and pulled his hair frustrated.
“What? I made the fact all clear,” I shrugged my shoulders proudly at him.
“No you’re missing the whole point,” He cut me off from my celebratory moment.
“Oh really? And what point might that be?” I asked him.
“That you pulled the blanket too hard,” He said raising his hands and staring at me, who looked lost for a minute.
“Should I make another point now to you,” I got ready for my comeback
“What’s that?”
“It was the same blanket I didn’t want to share. It is the same blanket you refuse to let go of and dragged with me, leading you to land on my boobs like a planned job,” I gave a whole new narrative and he looked at me awestruck at how I came up with that.
“So tell me, Mr. Tristan, did you not plan for this to happen?” I adjusted close to him and stared at him deeply, our faces inches apart from each other.
“The name is Tristan to you muffin,” He responded so sensually and gave my nose a light tap, as the air blew on our faces.
“And if I had planned for this to happen,” He brought his face closer to mine so that I could feel his breath on mine, causing my breathing to hitch.
“I’ll have let my face get wrapped up in your organsm,” He said and gave me another light tap on the nose, now leaving me awestruck.
“What did he just say? No, what did I hear?” My brain froze, and my inside was aroused, I wanted him badly, I envisioned, his face, him going down on me. Oh my gosh! What’s happening to me? I immediately shook off the thoughts.
“Pervert,” I said and immediately pushed him away with my two hands, and stood up from the couch, as I started to leave the living room.
“Where are you going?” He asked but I gave no reply and continued to walk away.
“Muffin? We haven’t finished this episode,” I heard him yell, but I didn’t care cause right now I needed a shower, a cold one? A hot one? I couldn’t tell, but I did need a shower quickly and fast.
I finally got into my room, and I immediately started to undress, I walked into the shower and immediately turned it on, letting the water pour on me…
“That’s better,” I whispered with my eyes closed but immediately shook my head as images of him popped into my head.
“Damn it,” I cursed out, grabbed my bar soap, and started to run on my body, but I think I made it worst.
I closed my eyes again and started to rub my body feeling my skin and the foamy texture around my palms making it slippery and smooth at the same time. My hands rubbed my boobs as the water poured on me, I heard myself groaning immediately my hands came in contact with my nipples.
It was damn hard and I gave it a light pinch sending electric shock across my whole body from that touch, my hand travels around my body, from my shoulder to my chest, my boobs, and down to my navel while my other hand were on my boobs pinching my nipples and rubbing it.
My head now was thrown backward, and my eyes were closed as I made scenarios in my head of him being in the bathroom with me, and him touching me. I moved my hands to the lower bath of my navel now rubbing my vagina and I could notice how much I wanted to be touched there.
“Hmm,” I moaned out in the shower, my hands going lower, rubbing my vagina area, as it slowly made contact with my clothes causing me to release a deep breath I didn’t know I was holding. I felt fireworks pop in my body, as my fingers only touched that area. I was already dripping and I craved his touch, on my pu*sy. My hands rubbed it once more, and my imagination went wild.
Just when he was about to touch me there, I heard a knock on the door, and someone yelling my name, dissolving all the fire I felt at the moment.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said and grabbed a towel walking out of the bathroom in anger.