Hello again, my kinky friends!
This is a story that follows my most recent kink story, "Owning April." If you have not read it, check it out! Otherwise, I hope you enjoy my dirty mind and story!
And last but not least,
Stay messy, kinksters! Xoxo
DISCLAIMER: All of these characters are above the age of eighteen!
If you are triggered by bondage or rough sex, please, do not read this story!
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Soft chirping is the first thing that caused my eyes to flutter open. I winced as the next thing that met my senses were sun rays that had seeped through the shutters of my bedroom.
I cast a quick glance over my shoulder at the slender form sleeping behind my curled-up body.
April.
She was dead asleep and as beautiful as she was when she was awake. I loved the way her soft legs felt as they were curled up with mine and the way that her hair fell over her resting face.
I tried to avoid staring too long lest I be accused of obsession. Beginning to gently nudge her legs off of mine, I tried to slide out of bed. I wanted to brush my teeth and comb my hair before she woke. This was a routine of mine.
I didn't like looking messy whenever she finally woke up to me in bed.
Despite my grandest efforts, I found it difficult to slip away without waking her. Why hasn't it been this hard in the past? April let out a soft sigh and I immediately ceased movement.
"E, what time is it?" April mumbled cutely with her eyes still sealed shut and eyelashes laying beautifully against her face.
"Early," I said quietly back, eyeing her suspiciously as she wiggled around to get comfortable.
"Where are you going?" Her voice was whiny as she tightened her legs around mine. Little viper.
Fuck.
"Bathroom."
My explanation seemed to meet her standards and she released her grip around my legs, allowing blood to flow freely once more. Thank the gods.
I quickly fled while I still had the chance and was sure to shut the bathroom door slowly behind me as I breathed a sigh of relief.
My tomboy-ish figure and sloppy hair immediately met my eyes in the mirror. My tank top was disheveled and my panties were barely hanging on. Straightening my clothes, I debated between hopping in the shower or just giving myself a sponge bath.
Deciding against the sponge bath, I turned on the shower and closed my eyes as I waited for the water to warm up.
After slipping off my long tshirt and my panties, I slid into the shower and was met with relievingly hot water. The water seemed to rinse away my sleepiness and energize me as the watery sheets slid down my body.
My perky tits bounced as I reached for the soap and lathered it in my hands. Unable to resist, I gave one of them a little jiggle with my hands. My pussy tingled as my soapy hands continued to explore my breasts, even stopping to tweak my nipple.
Moaning, I allowed my left hand to slide down my stomach, slipping in between my thighs to caress my soft pussy lips. There was already wetness seeping from my pussy and beginning to coat my greedy fingers. My middle finger found my clit and I rubbed it slowly, spreading my legs and moaning louder.
Closing my eyes, I imagined that April was in front of me, bent over in front of me in the shower as hot water and soap ran down her ass crack down to her pink, tight pussy. I imagined that she would spread her ass cheeks, giving me a good view of her asshole.
My thoughts were rudely interrupted as I heard the bathroom door creak open and shut.
"Good morning, babe. How do you always get away before I can wake up and kiss you?" April called out in her sweet, croaky morning voice.
My fingers ceased their movement and I slowly pulled the shower curtain open, peering out at a very cute and still sleepy April.
Her messy hair was piled on her hair in a bun and her bralette straps were uneven. As usual, she was wearing a lacy pair of high-waisted panties, which she knew were my favorite.
"I am a ninja," I grinned, giving her a devious wink.
She crossed her arms and pouted. "I never get to see you in your gross, sleepy state. No fair!"
"Too bad, so sad." I gave her another wink and yanked the curtain closed again.
I did feel a little guilty as she seemed to genuinely wish I didn't sneak out of bed every time after we had spent the night together. However, it was only recently that our relationship had become more intimate and less... rough and sex-related.
After the sexy encounter we had in the forest a few weeks ago, I fully embraced my romantic feelings for April. Before then, we had a simple agreement that our relationship was strictly bound to kinky, rough sex.
My mind flashed back to when I confessed that I wanted to know her on a more personal level, to love and know her as a romantic partner. April was shocked. She and I had been fuck buddies since senior year of highschool. She had no clue that I saw her as anything more.
And, frankly, neither did I.
It wasn't until that moment of vulnerability in the forest that I realized that I never actually wanted our time together to stop. I didn't want her to go home after I provided her with aftercare and affection. I wanted her around even when we were done with a scene.
I wanted her to fall asleep with me, go to the grocery store with me, fall in love with who I was outside of the bedroom and our friendship.
Sure, we both had our flaws. I was irritable and impatient and she tended to be flakey.
But we made it work and we were now dating.
So what made it so hard to be raw with her? Why couldn't I move past my silly insecurities and let her see me in the morning? Bed head, red sleepy face and all?
The shower curtain slid open again and I was surprised to see April's naked body climbing into the shower with me.
"Oooh, what's this?" I teased, admiring her long hair and her beautiful, big tits.
