Everyone had finally left a few hours after the New Year had begun. Finally, they were alone. Though it was getting late, or rather early, neither of them was at all tired, but nonetheless they began preparations for bedtime. They made up a bed for her on the couch, the couch that was a favorite spot for making out and..other things..special activities.. He on the other hand would be sleeping in her own bed a room away, though if they had anything to do about it they would "accidentally" fall asleep together and spend the night in each other's arms.
She got up and went into the bathroom to change into her pajamas while he lay on the couch, waiting. It had been nearly two weeks since they had last touched, last kissed, and throughout that period apart they had both been exceedingly horny, fulfilling their desires and needs through shared stories of self-pleasure and a semi-failed mutual masturbation skype date. She was nervous, and giddy as she pulled her dress over her head and removed her bra, before doing the same to with her panties. For a second, she stopped, and stared at the reflection of her naked body in the mirror. Then, she picked up her favorite purple hoodie of his and zipped it up. She took a breath, blushing, and opened the door and walked out of the bathroom towards the couch.
He saw her coming, wearing his sweatshirt that nearly swallowed her. Gazing at her, he wondered what she had underneath; nothing? His dick twitched at the image of his love standing there naked beneath the soft fabric of his hoodie.
She smiled, grinning at him before she spoke.
"I'm still wearing a shirt and panties underneath—I really don't want someone to come upstairs during the night and catch us," she said regrettably.
He was disappointed for a second, but quickly brushed it aside.
"That's okay babe; as long as I'm with you tonight, everything's perfect" he said.
She blushed, and motioned for him to move over and make space for her on the couch.
She carefully climbed in, so her back was against the back of the couch and she was lying face to face with him. They pulled the sheets up over them. She smiled at him and he grinned back at her. She eased closer to him and kissed his waiting lips. He moved his hands to pull her body closer to his as the kiss grew hotter but she resisted at pulled back. She moved her hands beneath his shirt, feeling his body tremble as she made contact with his skin. Slowly, she pulled his shirt over his head, and dropped it to the floor next to them.
She caressed his chest, trailing her fingers lightly down to the waistband of his pants, making her fingers crawl across it as he gasped in response to her touch. She smiled and trailed her fingers back up his chest, teasing him. She kept repeating this, as he continued to gasp and sigh, their lips still locker together, as she ran her tongue over the roof of his mouth, evoking sigh after sigh. He moved his mouth to kiss her neck, her ear, but she pulled back and wouldn't allow it. He kept trying to grab her and pull her close, reaching over to caress her breasts or move his hand down to finger her but she refused, and told him he was not allowed to touch her until she told him to, not yet. He made a face but complied to her rules. With her fingers on his waistband once again, she moved them lower, latching on to his cock for a couple of seconds before releasing it. Looking down, she noticed a peak growing in his pants, and slowly removed her lips from his own. He opened his eyes and looked at her in confusion, wondering why she had stopped. She gazed at him, and smiling to herself as she removed her hands from his chest.
"I lied to you," she whispered seductively. (or at least as seductive as you can be when you're blushing red)
"What?.. What do you mean?" he replied in confusion.
"I lied to you.." she said slowly, as she moved her hands to the zipper of the hoodie, "...about what I'm wearing underneath.. The truth is.." pulling the zipper down excruciatingly slowly, she revealed only the softness of her skin—"I'm not wearing anything underneath."
