Authors note: just a short story, a bit of fun.
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The clock/radio alarm jumped into action at six AM, blurting out some Bryan Adams song. Eighteen year old Holly Grainger wearily rolled over and whacked the snooze button. She rolled onto her back and looked up towards the ceiling. Ten minutes later the scene was repeated, only this time a Beyonce song broke the silence. Again Holly hit the snooze button, more gently this time. She lay in bed for a couple more minutes. With a deep sigh, she looked down the bed, her eyes scouring across her naked body. She lifted herself up onto her elbows before sitting on the side of the bed.
"Ugh! School," she muttered to herself.
Before making the final step of climbing out of bed she looked back towards the naked man, lying fast asleep next to her in her bed. She stood up and walked over to the window, pushing aside the curtain to view the sunlit morning. Again she turned around, and, leaning against the curtain, stared at her lover. A slight smile crossed her lips as she thought back to their night together. She sighed longingly as she remembered the three times they had made love that night. How his cock had thrust into her, how she had sucked it, how he had licked her pussy, how they had cum together.
The last thought shook her from her daydreaming. She realized the room would stink of their sex, so she opened the curtains and the window, allowing fresh air and daylight to penetrate the room.
Ignoring the possibility of a neighbor seeing her naked through her bedroom window, the eighteen year old stepped across the room to the door. She opened it, as quietly as possible, and peered out into the hallway. She heard her parents talking downstairs in the kitchen so she crept out of her room, shutting the door behind her. She tiptoed down the hall and into the bathroom.
Holly stepped into the shower and turned the water on. She picked up the soap and lathered herself up. Her body was covered in the smooth flowery fragrance of the soap as she ran her hands around her body. The water ran across her back and her legs as her hands glided across her stomach and then her chest. She touched her nipples, feeling a pulse of electricity as she thought of his hands and then his tongue on her tits. Finally she touched herself between her legs, guiding the water over her pussy lips. She shivered as the water flowed over her, cleansing her cunt of their combined juices. Then she washed her hair.
Holly turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. She dried her hair, and then wrapped a giant towel around her body. She opened the bathroom door, again checking the coast was clear before returning to her bedroom.
He was still asleep. She walked across to her dressing table, next to the window. Looking back at the man in her bed, she admired his naked body, lying on her ruffled sheets. His cock was soft now. The skin that covered it was wrinkled, not pulsing with ridges and veins like it had been last night as he fucked her so hard. She stood by her bed and stared at the penis, her hand slipping under the towel to touch her pussy. God she was beginning to feel horny again!
Reminding herself of her impending school day she walked over to her dressing table. She shrugged off her towel and stood naked before the mirror. She picked up a pot of moisturizing cream and began to rub some over herself. Her arms, her face, her legs then finally her breasts. She put on some lip gloss, and smoothed out her eye lashes and brows. She stood still and admired her nude body in the mirror. She was pleased with how she looked. Five feet six tall. Slim. Nice little cute butt. Breasts about the size of small apples. A handful. Pert and firm. Certainly she had never had any complaints from the man who still lay sleeping in her bed.
She again thought about last night. She knew it was wrong but god she loved it! They hadn't been discovered yet. Yet. They used to be so careful, only doing it when they were alone in the house but these days they were far more bold. He often spent the whole night in her bed. She was sure one day they would be found out but until then she was determined to enjoy herself as much as possible.
As she did this the naked twenty seven year old man in her bed woke up. He looked across to the teenage beauty by the window and sighed.
Holly sensed his state of life and smiled to herself.
"Have you been watching me?" she asked, without looking around at him.
"Mmmmm..."
"Do you like what you see?" she joked.
"Always..." he replied softly.
"So I see," she laughed, turning towards him and seeing his cock beginning to stiffen.
"Mmmm..Come back to bed baby. Just for a little while," he asked her.
"I can't. I've got school."
Turning away from him, she rifled through a drawer and picked out a pair of knee high black socks. She put them on. Then she put on a pair of lacy black panties and a short flared black skirt. There was a space of about ten inches between the bottom of her skirt and the top of her socks, revealing her smooth skin. Then she put on a bra, lacy and black, matching her panties. Finally she put on a tight yellow t shirt. Moving back in front of her mirror she began to brush her freshly washed hair. Her dark brown hair tickled her back as it brushed against the space between her shoulder blades.
In the bed, twenty seven year old Jack rolled over onto his back, his penis now fully erect.
He began gently tugging on his shaft as he watched her dress.
"That was really hot," he told Holly.
"What was?"
"Watching you put that cream on. Then getting dressed. Fucking hot!" he exclaimed.