"Yeah?"
"Do you---and you don't have to---do you think we could snuggle, like when we were kids?"
"Well, if it's not weird..." I let the words trail off.
"It's not gonna be weird at all. I just want somebody to be here with me." She sounded so vulnerable. And why would it be weird? They had done it all time, as kids.
"Okay," I said, and stood up. Sophie put the box of chocolates on her night stand and lifted up the blanket. I lay down next to her, on my back. Sophie grabbed a hold of me immediately, laying her head down on my chest, her left arm reaching around my upper body. "Thank you," she said softly. "Thank you for being there for me."
We lay like that for minutes. I felt glad, too. Glad that I, no matter who I didn't have, I would always have Sophie. That bond was stronger than with some college girlfriend or boyfriend.
I was almost asleep when I felt movement. Distinct movement. Sophie was drawing her hand back across my stomach. Moving to and fro. If it wasn't weird before, it was weird now. I said nothing, made no sound. And she kept going, feeling me up like I was... like I was Matt.
"Sophie," I said quietly, giving voice to my concerns.
"Yeah?" came the voice from where she lay, on my chest.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing," she said; the same moment, her hand went further down. What was happening? The hand was now definitely... it was right on top of... right on top of where it shouldn't be!
"Sophie, stop!" I exclaimed.
"Do you want me to stop?" she asked softly, the tears still sounding through. As to not give me a fair chance, she squeezed just the right amount, while turning her leg over him. I was getting hard. Naturally, I was.
"Yes! What do you...!?"
She looked up to me. "I love you," she said. "I never said that to Matt. But with you, it's intuitive."
"Yes, and all that is going to go down the drain," I began hysterically, "if we taint that relationship like this, Sophie." Regardless of what I was saying, Sophie was stroking me through my pants, and it made me crazy. Without her makeup, with her face all teared up like that, she still managed incredible beauty. It dawned on me that I didn't really want to deny her. That I wasn't going to make the same mistake as Matt.
Without another thought I let a hand glide over to her head, stroking her hair gently. She smiled at me ever so softly. She stood up, and went to lock the door. I tried not to think too much. If I didn't think at all it should be fine, I guessed. If I never had a thought again, I should not feel any guilt.
Sophie returned to the bed and lay down next to me, on her side, looking at me. There was that innocent smile again. Fuck, but it did something to him, that smile. She shyly moved her body closer to mine, until I could see the pores in her skin. "We can trust each other," she said. "That's what makes this right."
I couldn't even think of a response before she took my head in her hands and kissed me. There we were, then, kissing. Not thinking at all, just feeling around each other. I reached around her back with my hand. She was wearing that thick hoodie, but I could distinctly feel the arch of her back. Further down, I could feel her ass. She was thin, but that hadn't stopped her ass from standing out. I had looked at it before, of course. You could not tell a man not to look a nice ass. It felt as good as it had looked all that time.
Sophie touched me up, too. I don't know what woman like there, but she gave my back distinct squeezes. I thought about what mom or dad would think if they saw this; then I remembered my commitment to
not
thinking.
Sophie rolled away from me and sat herself up. She removed her hoodie and shirt, throwing them on the floor with momentum. Her tits were nothing to call big, but nothing to call small---or ugly---either. The bra that still covered them joined the other clothes quickly. As did the sweatpants which Sophie rolled off herself quickly. Then she only had the panties left; and the socks. In one continuous movement, she turned fully naked. She turned to me and looked at me shyly. I tried mainly not to look stupid. "Now you," she instructed.
I stripped bare quickly, too. Then we sat on the bed. Naked as at birth.
"It's stupid," she said, "because we're just...you know, but this makes me feel way better." She was actually smiling now, and it was not just half a smile. She looked from my face to my dick. "And I'm moving up in the world," she said, raising her eyebrows. I smiled. Take that, you prick.
