I remember vividly waking up that morning. Little bars of dim light filtered in from the blinds across my room. A stray beam of light landed squarely on my eyes waking me up abruptly.
I shook myself awake, and started to climb out of bed like every other morning, but something stopped me. A pair of arms wrapped tightly around my chest, and a pair of legs tangled up in mine.
Elizabeth had herself all tangled up with me and the sheets. When I started to stir her arms tightened reflexively pulling me back into her. My bare chest was suddenly right against her soft white under shirt. It took my breath away like being dunked under freezing cold water.
The night's events had to fight through a buzzed haze to get through, but I remembered. It felt more like a dream, but I remembered it. The time I spent with Sara, coming home to Elizabeth's scorn, telling her why I was such a shitty person, and the kiss.
The kiss was the most dream like part. Still thinking about it had the same effect of taking my breath away.
In the present Elizabeth was right there. Her sleepy head pressed into my chest. A faint, lazy, smile on her lips complemented by a soft sigh she would let escape every few breaths.
Carefully, as if my touch might break her, I slipped my arms around her. It was like holding a ball of happiness in my arms.
"That's much better," she whispered into my chest.
She looked up at me with sleepy, half closed eyes.
"You still owe me a study session," Elizabeth said lifting her head up a bit.
"Yeah, sorry about that... Last night, did we do anything?"
I felt a blush crawl across my cheeks. Admittedly, after my shower stuff was fuzzy. I might have been more drunk than I thought when I drove home.
Elizabeth gave a bubbly little laugh and kissed my chest. The light brush of her lips was enough to give me a shiver. It also made me acutely aware of how much clothes I didn't have on. My shirt was missing, and I only had a thin pair of athletic shorts.
Self conscious mode flipped on like a switch, and suddenly I just wanted out of bed and to be fully clothed.
She answered, "Anything more than kissing? Sadly, no. You were a little too tipsy for that."
"Sadly?" I asked laughing nervously.
She gave me a look with a cocked eyebrow. The same look she got when she was about to start being sassy and sarcastic.
"What is that suppose to mean?" Liz asked pushing herself up closer to my face.
"I mean its just..."
Struggling with my words I took a second to catch my breath.
"I don't know. That kind of implies you wanted to do something."
She stopped inches from my face. That familiar smell of faint strawberries in an Autumn breeze came back. It was enough to make my head go fuzzy.
"Liam, I'm in bed with you right now. Both of us are half naked. Tell me babe, what do you think that implies?"
She was right, and I felt dumb as hell. Years of obsessive dieting, and exercise couldn't get rid of my self esteem problem, so it was probably silly to think it would suddenly stop in one night. Still, I felt like an idiot.
Her lips finished crossing the distance to mine. Her slender, soft, hands ran up and down my spine keeping me locked firmly in the kiss. Her lips moved against mine taking the lead. I was thankful for that.
Her tongue slipped inside dancing across mine. Her soft sighs flowed into me earning mine in kind. Blood rushed in my head pushing my pulse against my ear drums.
Elizabeth's leg rubbed up and down mine inching my shorts up ever so slightly. Her exposed thigh slid back and forth on mine warming me straight to the bones.
Naturally, being a red blooded male, I felt myself stir below the waist. My member pitched a tent in the thin shorts, and when it brushed her I couldn't help the gasp that escaped.
She paused the kiss, and for a terrifying second I thought she would be disgusted. Once again, a stupid thought, but I was about to apologize when a devilish grin parted her pink rose colored lips.
"Oh, that's it Liam," she growled quietly. Her voice was still sleepy, but laced with all the husky undertones she could muster.
That leg on top of mine hooked around me, and pulled me tight against her. My cock slipped up sliding the length of my underside up her pelvis. She moved up and down subtly grinding me against her right above her core.
Elizabeth licked her lips, and bit her lip in a comically exaggerated fashion.
"Is that enough of an implication Liam?" she asked nearly breathless. Liz was trying to play the leader, but she was struggling just as much as me to keep it together.
My answer was a kiss. A rough and hard one. I leaned into her crashing into her lips. Her hands clutched at my back holding on tight as I rolled us over. It was an awkward position only straddling one of her legs, as her other one tensed against my back keeping my member pinned against her.
My tongue roamed her mouth hungrily. She pressed up trying desperately to fight against my intensity. Her quiet moans kept escalating in pitch and volume with every lavish lash I gave her mouth.
Her leg pulled against me urging me to move against her. She tried hard to grind up against me, but the position was too awkward for her. My left hand slid down her side to her hip and gripped her tight.
I held her hard in place, and started rubbing up and down on her. My left knee was press right against her center, and she returned every thrust against her body grinding up and down against my leg.
Every movement against each other pulled moans and groans from us. Both Elizabeth's hands locked around me shoulders pulling herself into me as hard as she could. I could feel her shamelessly soaking through her panties against my leg.
My erection was hot, and sorely begging to be let free. Suddenly instead of not having enough clothes I had too much clothes on. I broke from the kiss much to Elizabeth's disappointment, but got her shrieking in excitement again when I buried my face in her neck and peppered it with kisses and nips.
When I could finally pull my mouth away from her I sat up on my knees struggling to pull of the thin cloth shorts stopping me from being as close to her as possible.
The blanket was tossed off us exposing us to the colder air around us. For a second I stopped. I felt like I was at a cross road. Even if it was probably too late already my brain was telling me that there was no going back when I crossed the line.
Then there was Sara in my head. The last person I wanted there. I knew what everything I was about to do with Elizabeth meant. I also knew Sara wasn't done with me yet.
Elizabeth laid under me with her hair splayed out on my pillows. Her tanned cheeks caught up in a deep flush and her chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.
She looked absolutely innocent, and eager for what was coming next. Bright, wide, brown, eyes gleaming with a happy glee. Like a kid in a candy store. I couldn't understand why, but she wanted this. She wanted it as bad as I needed it.
Her shirt was riding way up her belly showing off her toned midriff. We had been gym partners for a while, and it was starting to really work for her. Slowly she reached down grabbing the bottom of her shirt. Almost sheepishly she finished lifting it the rest of the way exposing her bear breasts.
She had taken her bra off before we went to sleep. Her tits were the perfect palm size, and her nipples stood hard with arousal. She lifted her head pulling the shirt the rest of the way off.
The slow calm that had taken us for the moment was cut off when she sat up under me. Her head came to my chest and her hands latched onto my waistband.
"Don't stop now Liam," Liz spoke with her lips against my skin.
